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[Wavesong]

{$title} wave is spitefully searching for herbs while the council butts heads still :C

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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" Stay in camp, Wavesong. "
" You cannot go too far, Wavesong. "
" Think of the kits, Wavesong. "
" What if something happens, Wavesong?! "

The echo of every well-meaning, but suffocating, order chased her out of camp more than anything else did. She was tired of being coddled. Of being told she was fragile. As if she hadn't carried life before. As if she hadn't already bled, fought, survived, lived. Stars knew she'd done her share when she was expecting Rushing, Crescent, and... Coral. But now? Now she was treated like a porcelain vase with a crack in the side. Not even trusted to breathe too hard, let alone leave camp. So, fine. Let them talk. Let them worry. She'd gone out anyway.

Call it pride. Call it spite. Call it a desperate need to feel useful while her clan bickered, snapped, and tore themselves apart with anger instead of mending the gaping wounds ShadowClan had left. She would do something that mattered. Her paws beat against the earth, and she moved with determined fury, snorting with each huff of breath as she combed through underbrush for whatever herbs she could find. And when her sharp eyes finally landed on a cluster of burnet, she huffed out a half-laugh, half-sigh.

How fitting. A herb for queens. A herb for what might be coming soon. Her chest tightened briefly, and she shook it off. Behind her, a step too close, a shadow too familiar. She turned with a dry grin, eyes narrowing at Peachtrot. " …Yer gonna be toddlin' after me all day, Peachy? " she asked, tail flicking. " Ye'd think I got honey on me ass. " She smirked at her own joke, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Only when she turned to look forward again did she realize how far they had gone. The air was thicker here. Older. The scents less RiverClan, more wild and ancient. And the trees... towering, ageless sentinels. She slowed. There was something about this place. Something in the way the wind moved here. The hush between the trees. A place that remembered. Wavesong exhaled slowly, her voice softer now. " …What d'ye reckon happened here, hm? " she murmured, gaze rising toward the dark canopy. " Feels like th' forest's holdin' its breath. "

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37 MOONS

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𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 6 - Labor & Delivery and Kit Health
𖧧 Herb Found - Burnet

 

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Stoatpaw was still apprehensive of exploring, nervous about any run-ins with other cats. Though at least she had a friend at her side. Instead of moping, at least she could spend some quality time with Sealpaw, doing what she loved.

"Y'know, for all the flowers and stuff I get, I don't really know any names of them unless they're really common." Her voice a hum, filling the silence only for Seal, she knew the other would feel awkward if it grew quiet and there was no need to walk about wordlessly. Almost like proof, her eyes fell on a weird-looking flower with umbrella-like stems covered in hundreds of tiny white flowers, but across the Thunderpath.

She bit her tongue, nose scrunching up as she looked around, up and down the Thunderpath, and then back to Sealpaw, thinking. "It'd be safe to go over for just a second, right?" It was less of a question, more of a reliance. Stoatpaw was apprehensive of most of her clanmates now, but Sealpaw? She would always trust her.

So, without giving the other a chance to answer, the ivory apprentice crossed the Thunderpath. It wasn't like it was her first foray to Fourtrees, and if Torrent was on a patrol there once, it was unlikely they would run into any cats here. She tenderly plucked some of the fragrant plant and tucked them gently into her fur, glancing in the direction of Fourtrees and back towards her friend. She hesitated before stepping again. "Do you... Wanna explore?" Her head cocked to the side, looking to Sealpaw still across the way. She knew the place held a strange place in the other's heart, being in the old Colony or whatever it was called. But Stoatpaw thought the place was beautiful, and it was rather useful for flowers after all.

But, given her last visit here, she didn't quite realise the scent of Riverclan, how strong it was. Part of her assumed it was from yesterday's patrol, not hearing the pair of warriors not too far away. It was only when she pressed further into the area that she caught a glimpse of a black and white cat, for a moment mistaking her for the Riverclan deputy, standing frozen in a panic, like a deer in headlights. Staring up with terrified eyes as she hoped Sealpaw decided not to listen to her beckoning...

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 𖧧 1d3 Roll: 2 - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 6 - Labor & Delivery and Kit Health
  𖧧 Herb Found - Parsley
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  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 9 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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" M'worried 'bout Adder. Headstrong an' full o' fire... " murmured Wavesong, her voice low, almost thoughtful as her paws pressed lightly against the moss below. " He'd burn th' whole damn place down with tha' attitude… " she added with a breathy huff of a laugh. Yet even her mirth felt tired. Heavy. A heart beat passed before she gazed down harshly at the moss that she had found. It was a good thing, she knew this.. But ironic too. " It's as if nature itself's screamin' at me tha' I'm carryin' wee ones in me belly! " she quipped, grumbling lightly as she tucked the gathered moss into her bundle.

But then she froze. Her breath halted. Her nose twitched. That scent. That scent. It was faint... Thin as a whisper on the wind.... But it was unmistakable. A sliver of memory slammed into her chest. The copper tang of blood. The screech of claws in the dark. The sight of her mate being dragged home, half-dead and barely breathing. Her eyes widened. Her hackles rose. A shiver of fury curled beneath her ribs. She didn't need to say anything to know Peachtrot would smell it next, and that she'd try to pull her back. To insist she return to camp. But Wavesong couldn't. She wouldn't.

If this scent was what she thought it was… If this truly was them… She needed to see. She needed to understand. Before any protest could leave Peachy's jaws, she lunged forward, round belly and all, breath steady but heart thundering. Her gaze was already locked on the shadow just beyond the bushes. Determination burned in her bones like wildfire as she fixed her gaze on the place where they hid, where something moved. Watched. The shape of eyes peered through the undergrowth.

For a heartbeat, maybe less, her mind twisted. Those eyes, were they mocking? Were they the same ones she had seen the night blood had soaked the riverbed? That night her mate came home torn, ragged, nearly-- Her breath caught. But the illusion melted just as quickly as it came. It wasn't hatred staring back at her. It wasn't pride or malice. It was…

Fear.

And it hit her like a wave. Raw. Startling. Quiet. She stood there, frozen mid-step, body tense with the current of adrenaline still running wild under her skin. But her her heart shifted. It softened, just enough, like a tide pulling back from a jagged shore. She skidded to a halt. Stood tall and still. Her stance was rigid but controlled, like a storm sitting just beneath the surface of calm waters. Her jaw clenched, but her voice was careful, even.

" G'day... " Her ears twitched once. " Am I safe t'assume yer both ShadowClan? " Still waters. But dangerous all the same.

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37 MOONS

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𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 6 - Labor & Delivery and Kit Health
𖧧 Herb Found - Moss

 

[Sealdawn Sealdawn]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

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Sealpaw let her friend ramble on about everything and nothing, happy to let Stoat fill the silence with whatever came to her mind.

"I bet you could ask Magpie what they are," The tabby murmurs distractedly, paws brushing against a delicate puffball of dandelion poking through the hard surface of the thunderpath. "He'd be happy to tell you I'm sure."

Stoatpaw freezes beside her and she looks up, barely hearing the question posed before giving a cry of alarm as the other darts across the thunderpath unprompted.

Her friend asks if she wants to explore and Sealpaw bites her lip. In any other circumstance she would be all for exploring with friends, but Stoatpaw had been forbidden from leaving the territory after the heist. She didn't want to tattle on her friend, of course, but she also didn't want her to get in trouble if they came back and got caught crossing back over the border.

A monster roars past and in the brief moment it takes to pass between them Stoatpaw's form is already disappearing towards Fourtrees and Sealpaw bounds forward with a start. "S-stoat, wait up..!" Now that she knew her friend was deaf the cry to wait was more reactive than an actual demand-in the past she'd wondered why she'd never waited or sometimes seemed to be ignoring her and thanks to Hollowmist she now knew why.

Her pace slowed as they neared where the colony had once lived, memories flooding back once again before Riverclan scent drifts to her senses and Sealpaw looked up in alarm to see a large molly(she was so round...it reminded her of the time Serpent had tried to keep her from sneaking out of the colony's camp as a kit...) standing just tail lengths away from a crouched Stoatpaw. Was she here to hurt her friend? Did she recognize Stoat from the raid..?

A low hiss leaves her as Sealpaw runs forward, placing herself beside her friend but slightly in front, so close their shoulders touched. The pregnant molly seemingly freezes in place, debating on what Seal can only is assume how to attack first before-

Am I safe t'assume yer both ShadowClan?

Was she stupid? Surely this stranger could smell their scent? Was she trying to catch them in some kind of lie? Or was she just double checking before trying to kill them both?

Sealpaw casts a quick glance to Stoatpaw, giving what she hopes is a reassuring smile before looking back to Wavesong with her chin raised and fur along her spine bristling slightly. She'd seen Fleapaw do the same all the time when running her mouth so she hoped it made her look at least somewhat confident with what she was doing.

"...We are, we're not looking for a fight, though..."

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail. 13 Moons
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