Open Event Territory YOU WERE ALWAYS THEIR FAVORITE ☼ ] cornfield temp. camp [

[GOLDENROAR]

IMPORTANT

It appears the clan has been separated into small groups in the chaos! Please keep in mind that your character cannot be two places at once and should only reply to one camp thread to avoid confusion! Takes place the night of the flood, Oct. 5th.

His paws are soaked, and the mess of fur that's normally pushed back out of his face keeps getting in his eyes. It's slightly higher ground here, water running away from them while he leads a ragtag group of Windclanners away from where it flooded. He isn't even sure who follows him until he comes to a stop in the waving rows of corn, of which slightly protect them from the driving rain. Their flank is near a fence, something for them to hunker down near- and just beyond, the ruins of the barn.

Ironic, wasn't it? Something claimed by fire now standing over them as they're driven apart by rain.

"Windclan." He calls. "We're staying here for right at the moment." He swallows. His throat is dry, scratchy. Nervous, are we? His thoughts betray him, and he bites down on his tongue. The rain still drives down on them, and maybe it's wishful thinking, but it doesn't feel as bad now that they aren't chest-deep in the water. "Get some rest. Any of those of you able to hunt, let me know. I'll set up a small patrol for us to hunt... yeah." Goldenroar exhales softly.

He's exhausted. He wants to sleep, so desperately, but the nightmare he had just before he awoke to water in his maw... he can't return to that at the moment. His bushy tail tucks close as he shifts to a slightly higher spot, eyes half lidded. "I'll take the first watch, and when we're all recollected a bit, I'll send the patrol out. Once we have our strength, we can regroup with the others." Goldenroar says, thought he feels... doubtful, for some reason. His eyes shift towards Meadowpaw, and he offers a half-warm smile, though the rest is colored with exhaustion.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

• "speech"
  // @Meadowpaw but no need to wait!
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)

 

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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She's more tired than she's ever been. Her fur clings to her skin in soaked clumps, plastered against her trembling frame. Every shiver rattles up her spine. Where she once hid her scars, she doesn't bother now—her tail drags limply in the sopping mud. Every step feels like she's dragging a bundle of stones behind her. Meadowpaw trudges through the sagging rows of corn before bracing herself against the fence to catch her breath.

All around her are sniffles and coughs. Cats huddle together for warmth, their eyes hollow with exhaustion and shock. Some are injured, and all of them are worn by what they've just experienced.

Her mind churns like floodwater. Thoughts colliding and sinking beneath the weight of one another. Where was everyone else? Were they safe? What would happen to WindClan now? Each question bleeds into the next until she can hardly think at all. The sound of raindrops striking the leaves turning deafening. She thought she would cry more, but there are no tears left to shed. No feeling at all left beneath her skin.

When was the last time she felt this numb? After the fire, maybe. When the barn was left smoking, along with any semblance of her future. When she and everyone she knew became unrecognizable. There was nothing she could do for them back then. It was she who needed them to console and keep her safe. But she was different now. She knew things that could help them, that could save lives. Right now, there were cats who needed her. She can't afford to give in. She had to keep going, even if that meant turning something off.

If she stopped, even for a second, Meadowpaw wasn't sure she would ever start again.

Goldenroar takes point, setting a pace for them to follow. They needed to regain their strength, tend to their wounded, and eventually search for the others. His azure eyes flick toward her and his weary smile meets hers. Separated from Dustystar, Dimmingsun, and the rest of the council, it's just the two of them now—two exhausted cats holding together what's left of their splintered clan.

There's no more time to rest before she rights herself. "If anyone managed to salvage herbs, bring them here." The request scrapes raw against her throat, the feel of silt on her tongue. What she and Talon had managed to save was lost. That failure is one she is sure to regret. "Is anyone badly injured?" She rasps, tired green eyes flicking over her scattered clanmates.

// If you are injured and need assistance, please tag me!

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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.

 

[Silentstep Silentstep]

Silentstep, 36 moons || Windclan || Tunneler
A fawn tabby with brown and white speckles.
She has a friendly demeanor, yet overshadowed with oddity.

Tagging - @Meadowpaw @Fogstare @ZII

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With tired, aching paws, Silentstep and the other two had managed to enter the temporary camp. It didn't take long for the she-cat to call out a response, overhearing the distant request from Meadowpaw.
" H-HERE…! My… My friend, he needs help! "

Silentstep continued to move forward. From their arrival, you can see she was a form of guidance for Fogstare, being there right beside him as support due to his vision been overridden by an injury across the face. The result of the claws from the sticks that had slashed him. Her fur was drenched in stained mud that still clung to her fur up to her chest, the aftermath from fighting the currents for so long. Followed with some twigs tangled within, she wasn't able to properly rid of. Her tired eyes roamed around the temporary camp. Seeing everything, the she-cat's mind began to brew thoughts, and it grew louder, frantic questions on the state of what would Windclans future will be after this... But it was pushed back down into the void, for now.

Being with everyone, she allowed herself to release a sigh of solace... Even despite the clan's current status it's in, she couldn't be more relieved to be in a group.
With the stress released, her body began to sway again from exhaustion. But, she fought to uphold her stance.
Not now...don't… Don't fall now...
It was all she could assure herself to press on, when her friend gets the help he needs, she'll then accept into succumbing to the exhaustion.

 

[Fogstare Fogstare]

- • Fogstare • -

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Fogstare couldn't stop shivering, the relentless shaking in his limbs never ceasing even despite having left the flooded pool of their home behind. He pressed into Silentstep's side, not needing her guidance so much as trying to capture even a fraction of the warmth coming off her own sopping wet fur. His limbs still felt cold, the emptiness of the current still haunting him, the sway of his limbs not helped by his newfound blindness.

Perhaps he should be scared, worried for his eyes and what that meant for his future if something was found to be wrong, but he just couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. Right now, he wanted warmth, and he wanted to be with other cats. Soon enough the sound of grass being beat upon with rain entered his ear, along with the tired and worried meowing of others. Familiar voices, they caused his steps to pause for a moment, relishing the small crumb of familiarity, until he jumped at Silentstep's sudden call for help.

He turned his head, bumping his muzzle harder than anticipated against Silentstep's shoulder, and scoffed weakly. "Do-Don't yell like I'm dying... I'm fine.." He sniffled and walked forward, paws freezing to the spot when the molly didn't continue with him. Oh... How am I supposed to...

His attempt to escape any sort of inspection was immediately halted, the fool couldn't even see where he could hide to begin with. His head turned from one side to the other, looking lost as he seemed to try and figure out where exactly they even were. With less rain soaking them through, the blood over his eyes had started to mat into the fur of his face, giving him a particularly scary look.

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> @Silentstep
> @ZII
> @Meadowpaw

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[ZII]

Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
It's all in your mind and it's fighting you
Arm yourself, a storm is coming
Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down

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Zii's torn ear flicked as he exhaled through his nose, the breath half a scoff. The storm still rumbled overhead, sheets of rain drumming on the earth as he stepped forward and gave Silentstep a light but firm nudge. " Both of these need a look-over. " he announced flatly, voice carrying easily over the patter of rain. " Don't think the tiny one's hurt, just exhausted. " he drawled, eyeing the drenched form of Silentstep. " She inhaled some water, fought some currents. "

His red eyes shifted toward the tom still stumbling in his wake. " This one, though? Can't see a damn thing. " Zii tilted his head slightly, taking in Fogstare's matted, blood-slick fur and the sluggish way he moved. " Probably clipped something sharp when the water swallowed your camp. He's lucky he didn't drown before I found him. The both of them. " For a heartbeat, his gaze drifted over the chaos around them, the bitter scent of fear. Then his tail flicked once, dismissive. He didn't linger long on sentiment.

" Don't worry. " he drawled, steering Fogstare toward the figure of Meadowpaw with another nudge. " I'll be out of your fur soon as this storm gives up. Happened to be in the neighborhood, looking for shelter. Guess your fancy little hollow wasn't all that weatherproof after all, huh? " His tone was dry, edged with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes.

As he pushed Fogstare closer to the she-cat, his gaze caught on her this time. The missing leg made him pause, red eyes narrowing just a fraction. Well. That explained the uneven stance. He blinked once, mildly impressed, though he didn't comment right away. Finally, a low hum escaped him, thoughtful. He didn't realize there were cats with missing legs part of these so called clans... How did this one hunt? Had she found a way to be useful?

He stepped back, shaking rain from his fur, eyes glinting faintly with mischief even as exhaustion started to creep into his limbs. " Now, go on. Patch him up before he decides to keel over. I didn't drag him out of the river just for him to die on dry land. "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

39 MOONS

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[Yewkit]

YEWKIT

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The sun has already risen by the time Yewkit stirs, light pressing against her eyelids until she jolts awake. Where is she? The fur next to her is unfamiliar and strange, though warm still.

She blinks, confused, until she realises the shape next to her is Talon, curled around her small body, keeping her warm. Why isn't she with mother?

And suddenly the memories flood back to her, like the never-ending water from the previous night. She realises she must have passed out from exhaustion when she was handed off to someone by Talon, but he is back here. Finally orienting herself, Yewkit looks around herself - she has never been here before. She has never left camp until now, kits aren't allowed to, but now camp is no more and she and a couple of her clanmates are near some...she doesn't even know how to describe what she is seeing. This place is nothing like she has ever seen.

"Mother?" she whispers, looking through the present clanmates. But no matter how hard she looks, Plague nor Yewkit's siblings are anywhere to be seen. Her body shivers, not from the cold, but from fear of what has transpired last night. She remembers running, the roar of water and then... Had she done the right thing? Lifting her body, Yewkit checks if the medicine she saved is still there and sees the bundle of herbs she managed to grab. Hopefully Meadowpaw will find some use for them...

Meadowpaw!

She jumps up, disturbing Talon, and takes one more look around the gathered cats, eyes wide with panic. No, no, she can't lose everyone in one night! Not when Plague and her siblings are missing! Then her eyes rest on the calico tending to her injured clanmates and she calms down. At least someone is safe.

"Thank you, Talon." she blinks at the apprentice who must have returned to her after going back into the medicine den. She is glad for that, to have someone looking out for her. "I.." she looks at her precious herbs. "I managed to save these. I don't know if they are any good, but.." Turning her head towards the medicine cat, she says, "I hope Meadowpaw can still use them to help."

She closes her eyes, not wanting to think about where her other clanmates might be now. The number of cats around her is so little, the rest of them must be somewhere else, right? "Let's go help her." she murmurs, more to steady herself than anything. If she keeps busy, maybe the world will stop spinning for a little while.

OOC: Tagging @Meadowpaw and @Talon ​

 

[SLICK]

This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom

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SLICK, He/Him / 17 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, mother unknown, Adoptive brother to SLY and SLASH
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
Tagging [@]

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Where did that Merry disappear off to?! Slick could have sworn that he said he would be right behind him and all of those other young cats that had to get yanked out of that den! Worried for the guy's safety, Slick almost waited around there a bit too long himself, however, he had to keep going- get these other cats to safety as best as he could as well as himself too.

If Merry got himself hurt, well- well, then Slick was gonna kick his ass! That would have to be settled at some other time. Slick was going to do good by his word and make sure as many of those 'apprentices' were up somewhere higher and not at risk of being submerged. He could only do so much as one cat but by the stars he was going to do it damn it! All he had left to do was hope, hope that everyone watched each other's backs.

Slick moved forward from the camp and found himself reaching a group of these Windclanners. At first he didn't recognize any of them, that is until he saw Meadow. Phew, someone at least somewhat familiar! "M-meadow, hey!" Slick scurried over to her. "I-I'll help, if there's anything you need, just say so!" A few other cats arrived, one with a nasty injury across their face, and the other barely standing up. Without thinking, Slick moved towards the wobbling form of Silentstep without even thinking about how he was essentially a stranger to them. "I-its okay, you made it, you're safe!"

It was the vibe of that third guy that Slick didn't like however. Momentarily narrowing his gaze at the cat with the blood red eyes, Slick chose not to engage despite everything in his head screaming at him to do so. This wasn't the time nor place. Whatever reason this cat had to bother saving someone, at least he saved someone. For now, that was good enough for Slick to remain calm.

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We're done with taking what they're giving, over faking it
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts

today

 

[Talonpaw Talonpaw]

Talonpaw was soaked to the bone, his side sore, his lungs aching. But it was the least of his concern as he kept a careful blue gaze on Meadowpaw, his helm tapping to press his nose against her shoulder, before continuing to walk beside her. Shed not spoken, her green eyes usually so bright, so hopeful- distant. Pained. And yet, he knew no words to comfort her.

The tabby finally let out a breath of air he had been holding when Meadowpaw got distracted- a part of him tense, but more so in the need to protect her, something he didn't understand. He almost died to save her hide, and the way she slammed him against the wall- he knew it was just to the nest, it was just because she had her own idealogies, but he'd never sacrificed himself for someone else's wellbeing.

And seeing her in such a prone state made him feel like he cared. And that was not something he was used to. If he could even recognize it as that. He wasn't sure, he wasn't familiar. He didn't know.

"Let me know if y' need anything," he said to @Meadowpaw before turning off when a familiar pelt at one of the paws caught his vision. The apprentice stuffed, chest tight as he turned direction instantaneously. "Where is plague? You were supposed to take Yewkit t' Plague." Blue eyes flashed at the warrior, his voice near a growl before reaching to grab the kittens scruff. Still cold, still wet- Talonpaw was lucky he found Yewkit before setting her carefully down next to him while waiting for Meadowpaw to finish with the others. His paw over almost protectively, yet hopeful that Yewkit would warm up from his heat.

He was about to call for Meadowpaw when the child stirred, her body frantic- and Talon rested his paw on her a bit roughly- trying to calm the small form. "Someone didn't get y' to y' mother. but y' safe right now, and we'll figure it out." He replied, his voice blunt, cold, but the best he could say. Never really the comforting type, the apprentice was doing the best he could.

"Meadow will need these, yes," he said softly. "I heard someone's hurt bad. Shell need whatever she can get. C'mon." He said, pulling himself to stand before nudging @Yewkit with his head to encourage her forward.

"Meadow, here. Kid has some plants for y'. Think one will actually help.."

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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.

 

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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A cry for help makes her turn, weary eyes sweeping over the tunneler first—then catching on Fogstare, cradled between her and a larger, unfamiliar shape. Her focus narrows on Fogstare immediately. The rain obscures her vision, but even then, she can see that he's in horrible condition. Blood rolls down his face in streams, matting fur to skin. Did his eyes get scratched? That was the last thing she wanted to have to deal with, but she'd treated Dimmingsun's eye and Talon's too. There was still hope for his sight, but she would need to see the damage first and stop the bleeding.

She moves to meet them, and only then does she notice the stranger beside them. He's massive, easily matching Dimmingsun in size and just as talkative. She wonders vaguely if those two would get along—but for some reason, she doubts it. His constant chatter is friction against her thinning nerves. Maybe it's his lack of seriousness for the situation, or that she's just too tired to tolerate the constant noise.

"M-Meadow, hey!" She cranes her head toward another approaching shape. Another stranger—no, not quite. He knows her. Her mind takes a moment to blow off the dust. "Slick?" That was his name, or she thought it was. He was the tom that they ran into scavenging a few moons back. Meadowpaw would've liked to ask him what he was doing there, but there were more important things that needed her attention.

While he talks, Meadowpaw's attention drifts back to Silentstep. The molly sways on unsteady paws, but Slick steps in to brace her. She flicks her tail toward the nearby fence. "Over there—out of the rain."

Once they're settled, she presses her nose to Silentstep's shoulder. It was plain to see just how hard her body worked to get there. "You were brave today and saved others, you can rest now. I can handle it from here." Fogstare is the priority, but Silentstep's exhaustion could lead to sickness if she isn't careful. Especially if she swallowed water like the tom said.

The large tom speaks again, further grinding down her patience. The way he talks to her sounds something between a taunt and a vy for gratitute. She's reminded of something Bengt said to her once—I could've been dangerous to your Clan. To you. But you still healed me without knowing me—He wasn't like Bengt. Though if he wanted to hurt her clanmates, he could've, or easier still, not bothered to save them at all. So, what then? Would he expect something in return for what he'd done? One look around should've told him that they didn't have anything to give. She should be grateful to him for saving Fogstare, and she is, but something about him makes her uneasy.

"Thank you for saving him, but I can do my job without being told to do it." Meadowpaw remarks dully, shineless eyes resting on Fogstare. "I'm sure you're tired too, please go rest." She gestures farther down the fenceline.

Over there. Away from me.

Drawing a shaky breath through her nose, Meadowpaw takes a closer look at the wound. It looks worse up close. The blood has layered on thick and turned tacky despite continuing to bleed, caking over his fur like candlewax until she can barely tell where the wound even is. They have no cobwebs to stop it. No herbs to prevent the infection he will assuredly get if there are splinters trapped under the skin. "We need herbs…" She murmurs to herself. There it is. That regret she was sure would come. It is largely in part her fault that they don't have herbs. Knowing that her weakness would cause someone to suffer more is something she can't bear right now. The guilt burns out as quickly as it comes, replaced by numbness and a hum in her ears that comes with focus.

She gently urges Fogstare to lie down, rinses the mud from her paws in a puddle, and then presses against the wound. The glue-like layers stick to her pads, and the trickle of fresher blood rolling over her paws dilutes with the rain. She's sure it's uncomfortable for Fogstare, but there's nothing else she can do. The pressure helps, but it's not enough. "Slick, if you can... I need cobwebs. Anything to stop this bleeding."

Talonpaw calls for her, and keeping Fogstare in her sidelines, she tilts her head to look. Meadowpaw finds the tom, and next to him, a small shape clinging to his side. Yewkit. "Thank goodness..." Her eyes soften. A flicker of relief dancing behind panes of frosted glass. She had almost forgotten that Yewkit even grabbed herbs.

"Come over here and let me see what you have." Meadowpaw waits for her with a tired smile.

// Currently helping @Fogstare. Referenced or talked to @Silentstep, @ZII, @SLICK and @Yewkit.

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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.

 

[Yewkit]

YEWKIT

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Meadowpaw seems overwhelmed, stressed, and Yewkit doesn't blame her. The injured around her are many, at least in her eyes, and some of their injuries serious. Yewkit doesn't flinch at the sight of the blood, though she decides not to stare either. Meadowpaw's soft eyes give her the much needed relief of pressure, an exhale Yewkit hasn't realised she's been holding.

She drops her precious herbs near the medicine cat's paws - a bundle of moss with a few leaves and berries held within it. Yewkit isn't sure if any of this is useful to Meadowpaw, but she hopes so at least. Not wanting to be in the way, she sits close by, watching as Meadowpaw grabs the moss towards Fogstare's face - it's not a pleasant thing to look at, her stomach churns a bit as the greens turn to reds, but she watches nonetheless. There will come a time, more likely than not, when she won't have anyone but herself to rely on. Knowledge like this might prove useful, life-saving even, shall that day arrive.

"Yewkit." she hears her name and her eyes widen. It's Meadowpaw, holding out more moss to her. The medicine cat looks apologetic, Yewkit understands there's no other choice - she needs to help as well. Meadowpaw has more important things to do than cleaning up Fogstare's blood and applying pressure to his wounds.

She takes the moss and reaches towards the warrior's face, attempting to clean the wound. There's...a lot of...blood...

Her head spins for a moment, but she swallows and steadies herself - this is no time falter, her clanmates rely on her now. This is different from eating prey, the scent of blood stronger, more metallic and dizzying, not like that of food. Instead of salivating, her mouth is dry and Yewkit does all she can to still her shaky paws. "Be gentle, but firm." Meadowpaw instructs her and Yewkit tries her best. The moss quickly soaks through, staining her paws red, and Yewkit reaches to replace it with new one again. The second batch doesn't stain as quickly, the bleeding slowing down, and Yewkit sighs a breath of relief.

"Is this enough, Meadowpaw?" she asks quietly. She has never done anything like this before, never had anyone rely on her. Not in such a grave scale at least. But what choice does she have? If she was in Fogstare's place, she hopes someone would take care of her the same way Meadowpaw has asked her to.

Maybe these cats are someone she can rely on as well. Maybe she doesn't need to face everything alone.

 

[SLICK]

This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom

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SLICK, He/Him / 17 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, mother unknown, Adoptive brother to SLY and SLASH
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
Tagging [@]

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Slick gave Meadow a surprised sort of smile. She remembered him? That was a relief, he would have looked rather stupid if she didn't. "That's me!" Didn't stop him from looking a little bit awkward, since this wasn't exactly the time to chat. Staying close to Silentstep, Slick gave a nod to Meadow. "Let's get you over there where she suggested, yeah? Easy does it, I've got you." He matched Silentstep's pace as best as he could. Once she was hopefully as comfortable as she could get, Slick took a look around at the group.

Besides that suspicious looking rogue that nobody seemed to like all that much, the state of this group pretty much broke Slick's heart. What did they do to possibly deserve this?

Stirred from his thoughts by Meadow's voice, Slick blinked a few times. "Cobwebs? That's spider-stuff yeah? I'll go look." He wasn't hopeful that he would find any amount that was useful but sitting around wasn't going to help here. Hopping off into the nearby foliage he scoured the area for any of it. "Tss.. Oh this isn't good." With little to no luck, he found a small soggy bit of cobweb about the size of one or two corn kernels. How was that going to work!?

Slick dipped his head, laying it against a stalk of corn...

Hang on, that's it! With a lightbulb moment, Slick remembered one thing that his brothers did one time to help with bleeding! There was stuff inside the corn plant that could do it, and here? Here, corn was everywhere! It's corn, the most beautiful thing!

Quickly snatching the cob of corn and that little bit of cobweb, Slick ran back over to Meadow. "I-I didn't find much in the way of cobweb-" He showed the pitiful amount he managed to find. "But you can use this! The stuff between the leaves and the corn." He eagerly showed the corn. "My brother Slash used it once for an injury someone else got. It might not be as good, but I swear it can help."

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We're done with taking what they're giving, over faking it
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts

today

 

[Talonpaw Talonpaw]

Talonpaw dipped his head a bit at Meadowpaw's relief. Yewkit moved to drop the herbs, a few he recognized, and a few he did not. "Moss... Daisy leaves... And That stinging nettle stuff," he murmurs softly before eyes lit up as he nudged his muzzle into Yewkits head. "Let Meadow know if your mouth hurts from that stinging stuff, too. Meadow wouldn't tell me, but y' better." He murmurs, before looking at meadow then glancing towards Goldenroar. The tabby moved to stand, his tail swiping to brush against Meadowpaw's shoulder as he turned and began walking towards the deputy. With a glance back, a blue eye steady on Meadowpaw, then Yewkit- he watched for a moment as Meadowpaw guided Yewkit to help her with Fogstare. "I'm goin' huntin' so we can keep our energy up. Ill keep an eye out for more herbs too, an' for anyone else. Listen t' Meadow, kiddo," he said, his voice hoarse- but then he moves forward. They can handle it, and they did fine even without him being there every step of the way, even if he was concerned. What mattered more now is they got food in their stomachs.

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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.

 

[ZII]

Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
It's all in your mind and it's fighting you
Arm yourself, a storm is coming
Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down

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Zii watched quietly, head tilted slightly, the faintest spark of curiosity flickering in his red eyes. His torn ear twitched once as he studied the cats before him, these clan cats, as they called themselves. A strange little system, all order and rules and ritual. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or roll his eyes. The smaller, rounder one shot him a glare now and then, no doubt offended by his earlier remarks. Zii only smirked, amused. If his charm bothered her, then it was working as intended.

He lingered where he was, half in shadow, half in sight for their broken camp. His gaze drifted lazily over the gathered cats as they worked around the wounded. They didn't have much to work with, he could tell. Still, they made do. " Quite the troupe you've got here.. " he drawled after a while, voice smooth but quiet, more an observation than a jest. More to himself, than anyone else. No one answered him directly, and that was fine. Zii had already turned away, his attention returning to his damp fur. With calm, practiced strokes, he began to wash, the act deliberate, unhurried. Around him, there was movement, purpose, teamwork. Things he'd long forgotten how to be part of.

Still, he knew himself too well. Come morning, he'd be gone. Out of their fur. Back on the road. Where he belonged.

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