TW: Sensitive Content Open Border Tell me what did you learn? || [injured loner/ joiner]

[Fowl]

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Fowl

Tw/ describes blood and crud wound treatment


A little trickle of blood still flowed from the claw wounds on their left eye. Fowl desperately fought to open their eye; the painful, sparking sensation blew through their skull, with dried blood piercing into their skin. They hissed bitterly, their chests heaving in misery. The world appeared blurry. Despite his best efforts, the grassy plains remained nothing more than blobs in his left eye.

Desperation and exhaustion pushed at his head, scolding and warning him to keep it together. They were too old to cry, and it wouldn't help either. A small part of them wanted to return back to the safety of their colony, but they were too old to be looked after any longer.

They felt foolish for chasing the rabbit. Travelers used to tell stories about them, but they apparently omitted to mention the creature's ability to fight back and how much bigger they could be. They dove in to bite it, thinking they were lucky, only to have its claws land on their face. Fowl was always smaller than his peers, and who knew he'd one day bite him in the butt.

Fowl stopped walking and stooped down to grip the grass surrounding them with their mouth. Clinging to the memory of Stork and her ability to heal injuries using plants from around them. Sitting with their large tail wrapped around them. Fowl scooped the grass up and rubbed it together till it was goopy before placing it on his eye.

Their face pinched together, it didn't feel quite right; his sole yellow eye searched for another plant. They reached over and snapped it from its roots; this one had round leaves and was much darker green. It got the same treatment and was also placed on top of the squished grass.

The juice from the plants seeped into his fur and wounds; it stung, but they figured that meant it was working. The quiet of the midday was cut off by the soft sound of rustling leaves. Fowl's heart skipped a beat. Was it another rabbit? Terrified, they called out searching the field around them with their only working eye. "Umm, hello? Rabbit is that you?"

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Fowl // he/them // 6 moons old // Loner to Windclan apprentice

A short red cat with brown tuff of fur covering half their face and a brown tail.

mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Fowl

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It was a beautiful day to be out hunting. Well, to Hollowmumble, it was always a beautiful day to be hunting. The sun was bright, and it was warm but not too warm, with the occational cloud passing by to offer some shade. She had even managed to catch herself a baby rabbit, not too large though it would make a fine meal for the clan. She was journeying home when she froze at a scent she didn't quite recognize, along with the taletell stench of blood. Ears pricking in concern, she turned to immediate start padding in the direction it was coming from.

Worry pricked at her paws, making her stumble a little, struggling with the rabbit in her mouth before she heard a voice. She paused for a second, before continuing forward, the grass ahead of her separating as she finally laid eyes on what looked to be an injured loner, an injured kitten... oh, they were much too young to be out here on their own. She stayed back a couple of tail lengths, and gently set her prey down, before greeting them. "Uh- hello, are you alright? You look injured..."

 

[Cricketpaw Cricketpaw]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

.

Cricketpaw, as energetic as ever, bounced along in step with Hollowmumble, her voice carrying with an endless stream of chatter. Her good eye shone with excitement, her tail flicking as she spoke, barely stopping to breathe between thoughts. " And I think I could hunt well above ground too! I mean, you gotta try both sides, right? Tunnels are the best, don't get me wrong! I'm definitely becoming a tunneler, the best one! " she declared with a puffed-out chest and a proud grin. " But I just think it'd be cool to hunt above ground too, maybe even-- "

She stopped mid-sentence, ears pricking sharply forward as a strange scent hit her nose, metallic and sharp.

Blood.

Her paws slowed, her enthusiasm dimming like a cloud drifting over the sun. " ...Hollow...? " she mewed, softer now, looking up at the older warrior with uncertainty before cautiously trailing behind her. There had been a lot of blood lately, hadn't there? Cricketpaw's eye widened as it landed on the stranger, young, injured, and unfamiliar. She stepped forward carefully, gaze flicking to the dark smear over the kit's eye. " Hey... hello. " she meowed, gentle but not shy. " I'm Cricketpaw. I'm an apprentice of WindClan. "

A frown tugged at the corner of her face as she stared, blinking. Whatever that was covering the other's eye, that wasn't one of Meadowpaw's poultices. It looked wrong. Too dark, too rough. Not medicine at all. " Uhm... " She glanced up at Hollowmumble, tail twitching with unease. " Should I go get Meadowpaw? " she asked softly. " Or... Or maybe I help you get him to camp first? We can't leave him here, right? He's hurt, he needs Meadowpaw! "

She looked down again, more determined now. " We have to help him. "

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[Fowl]

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Fowl

Their grief fades as they pinpoint the source of the movement: a short black fur cat with big yellow eyes watches them before lowering the rabbit from their jaws. If the rabbit itself was dangerous, the creature who caught it was doubly so.

The fowl moved their body weight up, ready to flee, but the cat remained some distance away, curious about whether they were hurt. Their bushy tail flickered behind them as they did their best to smile politely. "Umm, I'm fixing it. It scratched my eye." Pointy, staring at the perpetrator's possible kin lying on the ground. Their voice remained low, wary of the other's intentions. Unable can't help but feel uncomfortable about being seen in a vulnerable position.

"I um—" Behind them emerged another smaller cat, and their mouth firmly clamped shut. He hadn't even noticed that the cream and gray cat was there.

The idea of more cats abruptly appearing from the long grass surrounding them made their hearts sink. They swiftly checked their surroundings and took a hesitant step back to give themselves more room. The younger cat's voice isn't hostile, calling themselves a strange name, Cricketpaw, with a title that means nothing to the stranger but more words. Regardless, they tip their head down respectfully in acknowledgment.

"My name is Fowl. I, umm, traveled here from the west." This time, they work hard to make their voice louder. Cricketpaw's teal eye remains on their side, and they mirror it with their own yellow eye, mimicking her shifting gaze at the tall black cat as well. She talks to them as if they are not present about Meadowpaw and their help.

"I was just looking for food, mm not really trying to bother anyone." Or thing, if Meadowpaw is a thing to be bothered. If they are offering assistance, they will gladly accept it. Even though the memory is fading and aged, they still try."Do you know where I can find circle green plants for cuts?"

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Fowl // he/them // 6 moons old // Loner to Windclan apprentice

A short chocolate colored cat with large tuff of fur covering half their face and a cinnamon tail.

mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Fowl @Cricketpaw

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Hollowmumble lowered her head a little and then shook it, trying to appear less intimidating. The both of them emerging all of a sudden clearly put them on edge, especially with how loud Cricketpaw was being. "I don't know how to find any of those, but our friend Meadowpaw can. She's our healer. She can help you get fixed up." she said, voice soft to make herself seem as approachable as she could.

Turning her head to Cricketpaw, she spoke again. "Can you please go fetch her? Tell her that there's an injured kitten and to bring some stuff for wounds." she nodded to herself, and then silently stood there until Cricketpaw obeyed and ran off back to camp. Hopefully Meadowpaw was quick, but the wound didn't seem to be actively bleeding much, mostly dried over. The most pressing thing to worry about now would be infection, so they could take their time about this.

Now with the quiet and soft breeze surrounding them, Hollowmumble picked up the rabbit again and took a couple steps closer before setting it down. "Here, are you hungry? You should eat something. It's a long walk back to where we live, you'll need the energy to get there after Meadowpaw finds us.

 

[Cricketpaw Cricketpaw]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

.

" Alright, Fowl! " chirped the young molly, puffing out her chest with pride and flashing a bright smile. " Don't you worry, we'll get that scratch fixed right up! My siste''s amazing with herbs, she can fix anything! " she added with a firm nod, a purr already rising in her chest. Of course... she didn't actually know which round green plant helped with cuts, but Meadowpaw would! She always did.

" Okido, Hollowmumble! I'll be back in a jiffy! " Cricketpaw danced on the tips of her paws, her one good eye sparkling as she turned toward her older friend. " I'll race like the wind itself is carrying me, like I've got wings! " she meowed dramatically before she bolted off, paws drumming against the ground with a determined rhythm. Only one place to go now.

The medicine den, Meadowpaw would know exactly what to do!

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The larger cat is unfamiliar with herbs, but she knows someone who is, saying Meadowpaw is a healer. Fowl throws out a little 'ohh,' realizing why Cricketpaw wanted to go retrieve her sister. Is it possible to fix anything? That's a valuable skill to possess. The grew uneasy about an important cat coming over to see their embarrassment.

These cats are surprisingly friendly. Fowl allows themselves to fully sit down once more as the black cat known as Hollowmumble sends Cricketpaw off to wherever they need to go. The cream and gray cat does a little dance that eases the tense smile of their face to a more relaxed one. They call out a clumsy "be safe" mostly out of habit, but they do mean it. Trying to return her kindness with their own.

The silence is sharp on their ears with the young molly gone, and they wrap their tail protectively around themselves. Hollowmumble moves slowly, the fowl's wide eye watching their every movement. The rabbit is offered, and a part of him wanted to politely decline, but they were truly hungry.

They manage to nod their head and stretch their body to take little nibbles of the rabbit while listening to each other with their ears straight up. Small bits of their 'remedy' fall away, but they're too preoccupied to notice. "You live here? Like among the grass?" There were no trees for cover or enormous boulders to hide behind; perhaps their home is indeed far away, as their own was. Their brows furrow in confusion.

"Mmm, why are you being so nice? I mean umm, like I could be really dangerous, you know. And you could be hurt." Fowl passes on knowledge learned not long ago; strangers always posed a potential danger. Hollowmumble and Cricketpaw showed no indication of malice, so the prospect of someone taking advantage of their kindness made them nervous about their safety."Not all cats are nice. You should, umm, be careful."

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Fowl // he/them // 6 moons old // Loner to Windclan apprentice

A short chocolate colored cat with large tuff of fur covering half their face and a cinnamon tail.

mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Fowl @Meadowpaw

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Hollowmumble settled down close to the ground, laying with her paws in front of her as she watched the kitten to make sure they ate well. She smiled at them encouragingly, and nodded her head at the question. "Yes, I live here with my friends. They- we call ourselves a clan." She supposed they may come from an area with more foliage with how they were looking around at the moor in curiosity. Perhaps they even came from something closer to her own heart, a house with housefolk and kibble.

"I know. I've run into a lot of dangerous cats before, but I like being kind." She replied. In all honesty, she knew this kit couldn't hurt her. They were far smaller than her and she had more experience to draw off of, if she ever wanted to fight them, which she wouldn't. They were injured and alone, she couldn't do something like that. "Once Meadowpaw comes back, we'll lead you to where we stay. We have lots of herbs and prey. Nobody would mind if you stayed around for a while, while you heal." Or permanantly, she knew many of the cats would see the kit and immediantly offer for them to stay. "Everyone's pretty nice, so don't worry."

 

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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The quiet of the den is broken by the flutter of hurried pawsteps. Cricketpaw's small frame appears at the entrance, and Meadowpaw knows immediately that something's wrong.

Her sister brings news of an injured cat found in their territory, and she rises at once. "W-what kind of injury? How bad? Is there a lot of blood?" Meadowpaw stirs like a bee shaken from its flower, rattling off some narrowing questions. She's gotten more confident since bringing Bengt into their care—learned a lot from him even in the little time he's spent with them—but she can't rely on him for everything. Caring for the health of others was a medicine-cat's responsibility.

Trembling paws fumble across the shelves, and with what information she can gleam from Cricketpaw, she gathers what she thinks will be needed.

The prairie wind greets them as soon as they slip beyond camp, the wind restless against her fur. Greenleaf heat clings to everything now, so heavy it sometimes leeches the energy right out of her, but she finds the strength to keep going. Meadowpaw's limp slows her, but she keeps pace with Cricketpaw, herbs clenched tightly in her jaws.

When they arrive, Meadowpaw's eyes first dart to Hollowmumble and then the stranger. A scruffy dust-colored cat, lean from hunger. She gently sets down the moss and comfrey so she can speak. "Hello." Meadowpaw greets them with a timid smile. "I'm Meadowpaw, our clan's medicine-cat apprentice. You must be Fowl."

Her green eyes flick to the wound in question, partially hidden beneath shaggy fur and tangled with bits of plant matter. Did they try to treat it themselves? "Oh, did you already treat it? What herbs did you use?" Whatever herbs have been smeared into a makeshift poultice make it difficult to tell what she's looking at.

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

10 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.

 

[Fowl]

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Fowl

It's been too long since they sat and ate with others. Hunting for themselves has not been easy; they were supposed to go out into the woods alone to gain strength, but it is extremely hard.

A soothing rumble rolled in their chest. It seemed Hollowmumble didn't just live alone with Cricketpaw and her sister. Just how many friends did she have?"Umm, it's WindClan, right? Kinda a strange name." They joked with a chuckle. It wasn't a very intimidating thing to call your group.

Their stomach twisted awkwardly from overeating after a long period of not eating enough. Taking moment to stop and raise their head to look up at the black cat with a confused tilt. "You, umm, make it sound like being kind is, uhh, a choice." She must be truly strong to face dangerous cats and still put herself out there.

If they have so much food and herbs at their disposal, they will most likely stay in the same spot. Strange. "Alright," they agreed with a firm nod. "If it's not too much trouble. I'll be helpful to you somehow, I promise." They worried even more when told not to worry. They didn't know what they could possibly offer in their current state.

They tried hard to keep their relaxed form when the familiar two-toned cat returned with an unfamiliar tortoiseshell, Meadowpaw. Their fur along their tail slowly began to bristle, and yet they gave their best effort to keep their smile. Her voice was soft, and yet they couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as her eyes lingered. Even if it wasn't her fault for their lack of skill." "I umm, tried to, yeah."

They stood up to turn, tail tucked under them. "This one and this one." They murmured and pointed with their paw to the area where they plucked grass and the remains of the dark green plant that they tore the leaves off of. "I know you're supposed to put plants on cuts, mmm to help?" Lifting their low gaze back to the newly introduced cat.

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Fowlpaw // he/them // 6 moons old // Loner to Windclan apprentice

A short chocolate colored cat with a lighter brown tuff of fur covering half their face and a light brown tail.

mentored by Hollowmumble
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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Meadowpaw watched them carefully, her gentle eyes shadowed with weariness. She kept her distance, giving them room. As they spoke, her tail brushed softly through the grass where she sat, angled to shield her mangled leg from view. They were already nervous—a feeling she understood all too well—and she didn't want to make them any more uncomfortable than they already were.

When they gestured toward the patch of grass and the torn green remains, she shuffles a few paces to study them. The grass was well… grass. The dark green stem looked familiar, an herb of some kind, but it was too mangled to tell exactly which. What she was sure of was that it was one of the ones in the medicine-den.

"That's true... but I would try to be careful about putting plants on wounds if you're not sure what they are. Some herbs are poisonous and can hurt you." Her gaze lingered on the scraps. "Neither of these are dangerous, but getting bits of grass in a cut or in your eye isn't good for healing."

The apprentice looked up and offered them an apologetic smile. They had tried their best, and she didn't want to belittle that, but their health was at stake. She couldn't afford to lie. "I-if you'd like, I'd be happy to show you how to treat it properly? For next time? But If you aren't comfortable with that, no worries! I could just treat it real quick for you." Treating it for them wasn't a long-term solution, but if they didn't want to, though, she wouldn't force it. Bengt hadn't much of a choice but to go with her, but they did.

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

10 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.

 

[Cricketpaw Cricketpaw]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

.

Chest heaving, Cricketpaw skidded to a stop beside Meadowpaw, sides puffing as she managed a triumphant, if not slightly breathless, grin. " I… I got her… just like I promised..! " she wheezed out, before dramatically flopping to the ground as if she'd run all the way from the moon. " Excuse me while I kiss the grass now and thank it for existing to cushion me. " she groaned, rolling once, twice, limbs splayed like a starfish. After a beat, she peeked up at the small group as Meadowpaw immediately got to work, curiosity gleaming in her good eye. Had the kit smeared something strange on the wound? Was it dangerous? She bit back a question, trusting Meadowpaw's gentle but firm guidance as she worked.

A soft sigh slipped past her whiskers as she rolled onto her stomach, chin propped on her paws as she watched her sister with open admiration. Meadowpaw moved with such quiet grace… " See? " Cricketpaw announced proudly, her voice bubbling with certainty. " My sister's really good at this. The stars like her a lot! "

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[Fowl]

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Fowl

Cricketpaw tumbled to the ground, rolling around carelessly, making it difficult to focus on their troubles. They found themselves laughing again, and the three seemed strangely soothing to be around. Their hearts gradually stopped racing as they were reminded of home and happier times.

Their own presence was considerably more bothersome for the WindClan cat; their focus shifted back to Meadowpaw as she covered herself, but they still listened to their stupidity as they realized it, without being mean. "I'm sorry. Umm, I will be more careful mm using plants. I probably shouldn't again if they're poisonous."

Hopefully there will be no next time. They will never be underestimated creatures of the moor again. They quietly rubbed off their mixture in an attempt to grasp what Meadowpaw was saying. Probably should listen to a cat favored by the stars. They rubbed open newly formed scabs as they attempted to remove everything. Trying to squint their left eye open even if it hurt.

The tortoiseshell's offer to teach them surprises them, and their ears and tail immediately spring up. "No um, yes, wait um, I would like to learn about the plant and herb things! Oh, and yeah sorry, please could you help with this?" They point to their scratched-up half face with their paw. "I want to be" more like all of you " Helpful in any way if I stay with you guys. Even the treating wounds thing." They blurted out their words more quickly than their brain could fully process them. To ensure they are grasping her offer correctly, they turn to Hollowmumble.

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Fowlpaw // he/them // 6 moons old // Loner to Windclan apprentice

A short chocolate colored cat with a lighter brown tuff of fur covering half their face and a light brown tail.

mentored by Hollowmumble
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Fowl OOC - A good place to end the thread :D

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Hollowmumble watched the interaction carefully from where she laid, listening to the stumbled words and apologies. When Fowl looked over at her for some kind of help, she just nodded her head, and mumbled, "You're no trouble. Don't worry." Shifting on the grass, she grunted a little as she stood. She had no doubt that Meadowpaw could treat Fowl's wound, even if she didn't know exactly how severe it was. The strange kitten would be healed in no time. After Fowl has received treatment, they'll head back to camp so that they can get the proper rest they need.

She padded over and grabbed the remains of the small rabbit, lifting it up in her jaw as she waited for them, and then strolled along behind them as Meadowpaw led the groups' way back to camp.