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Post by Jaecarys on Jun 23, 2023 13:09:56 GMT -6
[cw: foul language]#s://i~imgur~com/uDMcZn9~jpg #s://i3~lensdump~com/i/R1pF3P~png | dawnclaw, I'll be there someday, I can go the distance. I will find my way if I can be strong. I know every mile would be worth my while. When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. |
The valley awoke with the sun. The cats rose and stretched, ate and bathed. They licked their pelts, chewed dirt from their skin, popped their claws on wood. They sharpened up their need. Arranged their aspirations. Tucked histories neatly into nests, creating themselves as they go, a rhapsody of reinvention. In the North, the mountains rose like myths. The morning breeze rustled the frost-stiff edges of grass stalks across the rolling hills. Deer huffed clouds of steam from flaring nostrils as they scented for predators. Rivers bubbled with the occasional surprise of a surfacing fish. The fog fell from the mountains and pooled in the Eastern woods. Dawnclaw could see and picture it all from the top of the pine tree he perched in, as high as he could get. He could see the top of the Sky Tree even, marking home. He’d return after he caught this one squirrel. He managed a few fish — he was better at fishing than forest hunting — but was determined to practice hunting in the branches as so many of his kin did. On cue, little claws scritched against the bark below him. There. The red squirrel moved in stops and starts on the thicker branch, fluffy tail twitching. Finally, it halted and sat up with a small pinecone in its paws. He crouched, claws digging into his thin branch as it swayed. He launched, reaching for his prey. It noticed him, to his misfortune. He clawed it down with one paw while the rest held the branch. He snapped for the spine at the back of its neck — Pain, sharp and hot in his paw. “Fucking foxshit!” His yowl exploded into the trees and the squirrel made a swift escape. He only just managed to hang into his branch, and as he righted himself, he found his leg bloody where the squirrel bit him. The red was bright against his pale coat. He growled another curse at the squirrel. He hated hunting. ✹✹✹✹ ”Lotusfire?” Dawnclaw stopped in the mouth of the roots of the Sky Tree. The scent of the den was pungent with herbs. It brought with it memories of his mother, a bittersweet twinge in his chest, so he focused on the hot ache where he’d been nipped. It was nothing really, but enough to be a bother, and enough to threaten his life if it were infected. With an almost smile, he recalled Irisfrost’s insistence that she not use her claws on him for exactly that reason. He stepped fully into the gloom of the den, eyes adjusting to the organized array of herbs, tools, and clean nests arranged around all the roots. He peered around them, and brightened. ”Spottedpaw,” he greeted with a curl of his tail. He held out his right foreleg, nodding down to it. "Just the cat I wanted to see." Not a lie; Lotusfire was unnerving. "Mind helping a tom out?"
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Post by spotted on Jul 1, 2023 13:22:00 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/mXYtx0r/spottedpawava~png | Spottedpaw, I have seen such things, on this and the other side. Words cannot show you. The midnight owl, it does not know you. You will see for your sweet self, by and by |
Spottedpaw had just stopped in the medicine den to grab some borage for one of the queens when pawsteps sounded behind her. Again another clanmate called for Lotusfire, but their expression lightened when they saw her instead. It was beginning to make her feel warm and fuzzy. It had only been four moons but she had learned so much already. "Hello Dawnclaw." She chirped good-naturedly. Her mother had told her to be wary around the former Ridgeclan warrior when he first arrived. Some cats still did not trust him. But if Hailstar trusted him, Spottedpaw trusted him. Dawnclaw had always seemed sincere. And besides even if she wanted to, the medicine cat code forbade her from prejudice. "Go ahead and settle in that nest there, and start cleaning it please." She gestured with her muzzle. She could very well clean it herself, but she wanted to give Dawnclaw the opportunity to do it himself instead of pouncing on him like a queen and her kit. "What happened?" She had thought she had heard something distant echoing through the forest earlier. Maybe that was him?
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Post by Jaecarys on Jul 10, 2023 11:23:07 GMT -6
#s://i3~lensdump~com/i/R1pF3P~png | dawnclaw, I'll be there someday, I can go the distance. I will find my way if I can be strong. I know every mile would be worth my while. When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. |
“Hello Dawnclaw,” the apprentice responded, and his tail curled in response. “Go ahead and settle in that nest there, and start cleaning it please.” “Yes ma’am,” he said with a nod and made himself comfortable. He had already cleaned it some, but it had kept bleeding until he was almost back at camp. Dawn began to tongue away the dried blood staining his coat and all over the wound itself. Seeing it clearly, he grimaced. It was a small mark, but deep enough to ache rather than sting like a scratch. “What happened?” Dawn paused his cleaning, his ears burning hot. Spottedpaw was doing her job, of course, but he hardly wanted to admit he was wounded by a squirrel. “Just… had some trouble hunting.” He resumed cleaning the bite. For the first time, he was glad Duskfang wasn’t around right then. She’d be laughing so much that he’d probably hear it clear across the territory, would mercilessly hold it against him.
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Post by spotted on Jul 30, 2023 23:34:17 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/mXYtx0r/spottedpawava~png | Spottedpaw, I have seen such things, on this and the other side. Words cannot show you. The midnight owl, it does not know you. You will see for your sweet self, by and by |
She wasn't close enough with Dawnclaw to know his regular disposition. But she knew an embarrassed cat when she saw one - it took one to know one afterall. She never imagined him, of all cats, to be embarrassed. Spottedpaw could tell he was trying to hide his embarrassment however, so she did not press too hard into the subject. Everyone made mistakes hunting, at least once. Granted - most hunting related injuries she saw were falls, from apprentices or senior warriors. But she thought no less of Dawnclaw for being injured. He was a very skilled warrior, one of Mistclan's elite. A brief flash of memory blossomed in her mind. Dawnclaw was probably one of the Ridgeclan cats who attacked Mistclan…She was glad he was on their side now. Spottedpaw had been too young to truly understand what all was going on, but she knew all of the queens in the nursery were distraught. She remembered the fear-scent well, and how her mother curled around her so tightly she felt both secure and strangled. She remembered the cuts and bites her father had when he returned. How tired he was, what blood smelled like, and how her mother groomed him much like she did her - with both worry and love. All of this happened within a split second, the memory fading just as fast as it came, and she resumed her treatment without dwelling on it. Slowly, she approached him, sticking her head down to inspect the wound on his foreleg. It was definitely a bite, but it did not look like one from a snake. That was good. She had never hunted for her own food before, her knowledge of bite marks came solely from Lotusfire, but she could presume by its size it was probably a rodent of some kind. Not as bad as a snake, but he was at extra risk for infection. Regardless, the treatment was the same. "I'll be back in a minute," she chirped, trotting deeper into the medicine den. When she returned to Dawnclaw's side, she had a cluster of alder and celandine she had begun to chew into a poultice. Satisfied with the consistency, she transferred the mixture to her upturned paw before drawing closer to her patient. "This shouldn't sting, but it might start to get cold - that's normal." It did not look deep enough for the poultice to cause any extra pain. She could scent a storm coming in tonight and with the leaf-fall wind picking up in half-hearted gusts, she figured the wetness of the poultice would grow colder as it dried, and it would also take longer, allowing the mixture to stay moist enough to work its benefits. It was a rather thick poultice, spread maliciously thin enough it could support itself, versus in the sweaty heat of green-leaf, though she did place a very thin layer of cobweb over the middle of it to prevent it from cracking over the wound. She was being frugal with her supplies as the harshest season of the four lurked around the corner. Though she still provided the best care she could. She hoped Lotusfire would be proud of her mindfulness…even if they did not show it. They never showed it. "Wait here a while for the poultice to dry and crust around the edges. You should be fine to continue hunting tomorrow. No combat training today though - so the poultice doesn't get rubbed off. And be careful climbing into your nest tonight. Come back tomorrow afternoon and I can remove it." Dawnclaw was known around camp for his rigorous training schedule. When she took away hunting, she thought surely he would default to that. She scurried back into the den to fetch the borage she was originally here for, making a motion for Dawnclaw to stay put as she detoured to the nursery. Emerging a few minutes later, when she returned she was glad to see she had been quick enough that Dawnclaw hadn't yet taken the opportunity to run off, ignoring her instructions. Returning to the medicine den, she paused for a moment in front of Dawnclaw, her neck stretching upwards to observe the Skytree from its mighty roots. "...Dawnclaw?" She started out softly, hoping somehow her question would not offend him. "Can I ask you something?" She turned more quiet before amending her statement. ..."about Ridgeclan." She felt the need to explain herself, maybe even convince him if he refused. "I don't talk to other clan cats much. And I've only ever met Rainstorm and Frostpaw a few times at the moonpool. And it's frowned upon to ask questions about our earthly divisions there." She desperately wanted to chat with Frostpaw more, alone. She felt they would understand more than anyone the stresses of being a medicine cat apprentice. Rainstorm seemed much nicer than Lotusfire though, at least at first glance. Afterall, she never saw Rainstorm give Frostpaw the critical stares her mentor gave her.
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Post by Jaecarys on Aug 17, 2023 11:29:50 GMT -6
#s://i3~lensdump~com/i/R1pF3P~png | dawnclaw, I'll be there someday, I can go the distance. I will find my way if I can be strong. I know every mile would be worth my while. When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. |
Dawnclaw remained silent and still as Spottedpaw worked, watching her with an interested sort of calm. He tried to focus on her motions, on the types of herbs she used. He tried not to think of the things these smells reminded him of, the emotions too complicated to dissect. "Wait here a while for the poultice to dry and crust around the edges. You should be fine to continue hunting tomorrow. No combat training today though - so the poultice doesn't get rubbed off.” At that he gave a sigh. ”Yes ma’am.” He’d been hoping to pick things up with Iris, and take Milkpaw out. “And be careful climbing into your nest tonight. Come back tomorrow afternoon and I can remove it." “Yes, ma’am,” he answered once again, giving her a half smile as she left the den with an herb, off to finish whatever duty he’d interrupted. The poultice was still shining and wet. He stood, and he paced, but he was ginger on the paw, if for nothing else than to let it dry. It smarted, and it was cold, but he had shit to do. If he couldn’t do combat training, he could give Milkpaw hunting lessons. For an idle moment, he wondered if he could ask Irisfrost to help him. Maybe she was better at hunting than him. Dawnclaw stopped toward the back of the den, neck craning to look at the tangled roots above that held this place together. The Sky Tree sheltered the most vulnerable of the Clan. He wondered how many had been put here in the war. How many he had put here. He didn’t like where his thoughts were turning. He made for the exit of the den, ready to be done with memories of his mother, memories of his wrong-doings. Milkpaw was somewhere doing chores, and she’d surely like to be excused from them. Spottedpaw appeared just as he made to leave, looking up at the Sky Tree as she slowed to a stop. He did his best not to look sheepish as he glanced down at the still-wet poultice on his leg. He wasn’t supposed to leave yet. “...Dawnclaw?” she asked. “Can I ask you something?” He flicked his eyes up in question, brow arched. “Shoot.”“...About RidgeClan.” His face went blank. “Ah.”He’d had to talk about RidgeClan quite a bit when he first arrived. At first, he’d been reluctant, as if he were still somehow harboring loyalty to the Clan he’d abandoned. It didn’t take long for him to start reporting the ins and outs of his former kins’ lives, to start giving advice on how they fight, how they hunt, how they think and strategize and act. He was a MistClanner — there was no sense in keeping those secrets. And yet he still felt a pang of hurt when he was asked about them, suddenly feeling like an outsider again. "I don't talk to other clan cats much,” Spottedpaw went on to explain. “And I've only ever met Rainstorm and Frostpaw a few times at the moonpool. And it's frowned upon to ask questions about our earthly divisions there." Right. As a medicine cat, it was good to know as much as she could about all the Clans. He dropped his head a little with a nod or resignation. “You’re among the leadership,” he said. “Or will be anyways. I understand.” He sat down in the sun and met her eye with a dip of his head. “What do you want to know?”
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Post by spotted on Sept 5, 2023 21:49:12 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/mXYtx0r/spottedpawava~png | Spottedpaw, I have seen such things, on this and the other side. Words cannot show you. The midnight owl, it does not know you. You will see for your sweet self, by and by |
It was obvious from the moment her words had hit the air that Dawnclaw was uncomfortable with the subject. She couldn't blame him. He was probably asked all sorts of questions by Hailstar when he first wanted to join Mistclan. Dawnclaw wasn't the only Ridgeclan defector now residing east of the river, but Dawnclaw was certainly one of the more friendly and well known ones - and she was thankful he would humor her. Most importantly the former, Goosefire could be quite cold, much like Lotusfire - contrary to their suffixes. "You’re among the leadership, or will be anyways. I understand.” That concept was a frightening one. Her. A leader? She supposed he was right. One day she would be a full medicine cat, one day Lotusfire wouldn't be there to ask questions. She would be Mistclan's sole spiritual conduit to their ancestors. The thought began to make her dizzy. She wasn't ready to be a leader. "I'm just a shut-in apprentice," she corrected him sheepishly. She wasn't asking him as a leader, but as a younger cat asking an older. "Mistclan thinks Starclan is all around us. But the elders say Ridgeclan doesn't think that way, and that's why Wolfstar wanted the moonpool, no? If Ridgeclan doesn't think Starclan is in the earth around us, how does Ridgeclan view Starclan?...There was an oracle, but now there isn't. How does an oracle share tongues with Starclan in a way that a medicine cat can't?" Spottedpaw burned to understand, and her voice, albeit quiet, clearly reflected such.
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Post by Jaecarys on Sept 10, 2023 6:42:22 GMT -6
#s://i3~lensdump~com/i/R1pF3P~png | dawnclaw, I'll be there someday, I can go the distance. I will find my way if I can be strong. I know every mile would be worth my while. When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. |
Spottedpaw’s body language shifted to sheepish discomfort, and he arched a brow at her. "I'm just a shut-in apprentice," she said. ”Maybe so, but it’s true nevertheless.”She was quick to move on to the point — he could appreciate that. "Mistclan thinks Starclan is all around us. But the elders say Ridgeclan doesn't think that way, and that's why Wolfstar wanted the moonpool, no? If Ridgeclan doesn't think Starclan is in the earth around us, how does Ridgeclan view Starclan?...There was an oracle, but now there isn't. How does an oracle share tongues with Starclan in a way that a medicine cat can't?" A ghost of a smile flickered across his face. ”It took me a while to understand StarClan being all around us. That they live in the breeze and the trees, in the falling snow and the breath of a newborn as much as they are the stars in Starpelt.” He looked up to the daylit sky, as if he could see the stars. ”To RidgeClan, they watch from above, and the moonpool is a conduit to commune with them. That… is why Wolfstar wanted it, yes.” He couldn’t dwell on the Holy War, on the PrarieClanner that so likely looked on from StarClan with loathing for his murderer. so he shoved his mind onward despite the stumble of his heart. He looked back down at Spottedpaw. ”Their oracle is another one of those conduits—or were,” he went on after a beat. ”RidgeClan believes themselves to be closer to StarClan, far more blessed by our ancestors, enough that they wished to commune through an oracle with far more clarity and frequency than with their medicine cat. They had visions. Their word was law nearly as much as the leader’s. The will of StarClan—and therefore, the will of the oracle—reigned above all. The medicine cat is focused on mending, StarClan choosing the oracle over them, as far as I understand it.” He shook his head. ”I don’t know why StarClan would choose an oracle. It seems no one else knows now, either, after Orchidgaze was stripped of the title.”
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