ThunderClan RiverClan ShadowClan SkyClan WindClan spite is a fine compass // stoat & seal & peach

[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 ​