Backwritten Camp TC ONE DAY, I AM GONNA GROW WINGS // return from moonstone+name reveal

[rowanfeather]

takes place the night after the last half moon meeting on nov12

☆ The return trip home is not as hard as the last one, but it still wears on Rowanpaw's– no, Rowanfeather's– body. Her old injury does not do well with cold it seems, and certainly not with long journeys. Still, she's back sooner than last time, although the camp has already woken up. She knows what she has to do, but she's nervous for one reason or another. But she said she'd be the best of Serpentberry… perhaps she can borrow a bit of her showmanship, if just for a day.

"Thunderclan," she calls out, soft voice carrying throughout the clearing. She settles on the ground next to the high place their leader would usually take when she called a meeting. "I spoke to Starclan tonight, to my mother, Serpentberry– and they've honoured me with my full name. From now on, I will be known as Rowanfeather…"

☆ ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc -

 

[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) hazelheart sets down a blackbird gently on the prey pile, amber eyes tired but content. a hunting session with snapdragonpaw had yielded good results, filling their food resources as leaf-fall transitions into leaf-bare. broad shoulders roll, muscles flexing as the feline stretches, claws digging into the earth briefly. she shakes herself off, then glances around, ready to settle in for a while and groom out the troubles of the day. movement at the entrance of camp distracts the woman and she turns, tail curling up as she recognizes the flaming pelt of their medicine cat's apprentice - medicine cat now, she supposes. rowanpaw pads softly through camp, halting by loonstar's den to call to her clan. hazelheart's ears prick expectantly, some anticipation stirring in her gut. would today be the day the healer announced her new name? the tabby storm guard is not privy to what happens at the medicine meetings, but she knows that rowanpaw often meets with starclan. perhaps serpentberry had bestowed the honor of a full medicine cat onto her daughter and apprentice.

it is as the woman had suspected - rowanpaw is no more, apprenticehood burned away like the flame of her pelt. standing before the clan now is rowanfeather, healer in her own right, looking both confident and at the same time achingly young to the older cat. hazelheart remembers when the girl was but a child, trotting after her adoptive mother with adoration in her gaze. now she looks stronger, but tired, adulthood thrust upon her. still, there is pride to be had in becoming what you had trained to be. "congratulations, rowanfeather!" the storm guard calls, blinking softly at her new healer. "you carry the name well, young one." there is trust in her tone, warmth and pride. any time a young cat succeeds, hazelheart knows the clan will live on. rowanfeather is proof of that.

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

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  HAZELHEART 🜲 tags / toyhouse
  
  🜲 trans molly (she / her) / bisexual, widow of BRACKEN
  🜲 63 moons old, ages realistically
  🜲 storm guard of thunderclan
  🜲 mother to MAGNOLIAPEAK, HONEYSUCKLECRY, HYACINTHRAIN
  🜲 mentoring SNAPDRAGONPAW / mentored by none
  🜲 penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold

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