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[Magpiemoon]

I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEMOON

— medicine cat of shadowclan
He/They "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes. Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.

—TAGS

His steps move unevenly over the ground, head bobbing as he pads his way back from tall sweeping grasslands to the furrowed earth around fourtrees that he swears still scent of the faintest touch of blood, back to the loamy marshlands he is more accustomed to walking on now. Magpiemoon hesitates at the threshold, head raising up to look at the sky and he stumbles along, watching the stars become swallowed in a canopy of tangles and bare branches until they are nearly obscured; he wonders at what point StarClan stops and the shadows begin, where is the line that divides his clan from the bright offerings above. And how can he remove it? It is blasphemous talk to have, the sea of shadows that shroud his father are oftentimes so thick he can not see the cat behind them, Sablestar speaks and ink spills from his maw, he blinks and its a swathe of fluttering black ash - he'd never noticed before, or if he had it had not been so blatant. Were his eyes gifted now or was he just finally paying attention? The black and white tom stops short of the camp, plume tail lifted behind his back to anyone there - at first he thinks to just go back to his den quietly, pause to visit Cicadabuzz and ensure bug is well before retiring but he has to make clear what has changed even if he can not say truly that it is more than just what to call him.
"I am Magpiemoon now." He chirps quickly, voice airy and light as though the walk winded him when it was really his apprehension choking his words, "I've trained enough to be able to become ShadowClan's medicine cat proper. I am no longer an apprentice." The irony of his name now alongside his sister's is aching, a shadow and a moon - that they both looked like mirrors of their parents made it all the more bitter. He wonders what his life would be like if he had been the one left in ThunderClan, what would his name be then? The sun was brighter than the moon but ShadowClan did not need blinding light, it needed softer guidance. Of which he would seek to give.
His blue-violet gaze flits about, looking for Sablestar to make sure his father knew he had taken the time to name himself - which he had, but the rest of it was something he'd keep quiet for now. ShadowClan was not yet ready in midst of their struggles with prey and conflicts with the other clans.

Ooc- Takes place after This thread!

 

[pipithaunt]

pipit

It was the aching of his belly that had kept him up... well past nightfall, until the sun's first rays had threatened in their low prowl under the horizon. ShadowClan had a habit of staying gloomy, even at sun-high... which only served him in his missions to go unseen. It helped make him invisible to what prey had the lack of forethought to hide. Still... not even that was gift enough to promise him a meal every day... not anymore. In a way, he could say he felt haunted, just as Sablestar promised him in name... haunted by the vision of a tasty piece of meat just out of reach, chased at in his sleep with every tireless roll and crunched up shifting.

The moment he could hear the shaky steps of the healer's return, PIpithaunt abandons his attempts at trying to catch a small nap again. He is up, his own paws just as uneasy, just as unsteady, as he hurries to poke his head out into the pale haze. Magpiepaw stands there, hesitant for something... but he takes in a breath and declares himself to be someone different. No... not different... just... changed. The chocolate-dusted chimera doesn't yowl obnoxiously in celebration, if only because his throat feels dry from all his open-mouthed drooling through the night. He is, however, hurried in his strides to join his friend, a signature grin plastered quickly onto sharp features even if hunger dulls the brights of his eyes. "Magpiemoon sounds so mysterious... Butttt it suits you! About time you caught up."

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

A ghostly white sentinel amid the camp, feathery tail dusting the ground as she watched the moonlight filter through the clouds drifting overhead. It was the meeting of the medicine cats, and while Magpie was more than capable of returning home safe, she still found herself all too apprehensive with the cats she held dear. So she waited with a shiver as the night grew colder, waiting for the apprentice to return home safe.

Her maw cracked with a warm smile as he bobbed into camp, an expression on his maw she couldn't quite pinpoint. A tension on his brow and a stiffness to his paws as he planted them and spoke out, Stoatstream had to pause to make sure she saw correctly, as the smile widened to a grin.

The young warrior bound to Magpiemoon's side, face utterly alight with glee as she brushed her cheek against the now medicine cat as she did her own siblings, she still cared for the young tom as if he were kin, and he deserved to be celebrated as much. "Magpiemoon! It suits you absolutely perfectly, I don't think I could have suggested anything better myself." The ivory molly purred warmly, gaze flitting to Pipithaunt, nodding with a chuckle. "It's like we talked about, you've worked hard for all you know and you've more than earned your new name and title, I'm so proud of you, Magpie." That pride warmed across her maw, just as it had watching Monster and Dream earn their warrior names. A twinge to see the kitten she'd once led with a warmth through camp, now a full-fledged medicine cat made her expression soften.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 16 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring Cougarpaw
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterbark & Saffronpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[CROWPAW.'s icon CROWPAW. CROWPAW.]

CROWPAW | SHADOWCLAN
"WHEN ALL THE HATE BURNS OFF, I'M LEFT HERE WITH THE PAIN"

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Crowpaw's head lifts as Magpiepaw returns to camp, pale eyes watching him as he announces the news. The name rings throughout camp. Magpiemoon.
Crowpaw had watched a lot of basic medicine cat busywork during their time in the medicine den, all the constant chores and the lengthy list of rules that come with the role. They had already respected Magpiemoon before that, but that respect grew immensely after seeing everything he keeps up with firstpaw. And then after Cicada... after bug was injured, Crowpaw admittedly worried a bit. Not that Magpiemoon would be incapable of handling being the sole medicine cat, but that he would overwork himself. But if he's been seen as capable by StarClan, perhaps there is little need to worry as much as Crowpaw has?

Regardless, congratulations are in order. The small apprentice approaches, her gaze soft. "Magpiemoon." She tests the name on her tongue, and it feels right. The corners of her mouth turn upward in a smile at her friend. "It fits you. Congratulations."

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"BEHIND OUR VAIN DEVICES, ARE WE ALL THE SAME?"

CROWPAW
SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE
10 MOONS
SHE/HE/THEY
"SPEECH" | THOUGHTS | ACTION
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