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He was in no condition to be walking all of this way to the Moonpool. Frankly, he was in no condition to even leave his den, but since when has Firetooth ever cared about his own, personal health? It had taken much longer to reach the creek than it usually would, with frequent stops to rest at his apprentice's insistence or to adjust and reapply the thick layer of cobwebs and herbs that circled his ginger neck like a makeshift kittypet collar. In any case, it was honestly surprising for the injured Medicine Cat to realize that they were actually the first to arrive, just as the last warm colors of sunset disappeared behind the distant mountains. Unceremoniously plopping himself down on the ground with a hard 'thump', he took a few moments to catch his breath before turning to Mistralpaw, inwardly cringing upon seeing the obvious worry in her eyes. "I'm fine," he insisted, with an unusual amount of gentleness for the normally grumpy tom. "If you really think I'm going to miss this, you're more of a mousebrain than I thought."
Fawnheart entered the clearing, her fawn colored fur illuminating in the last light of the day. She had a calm expression until she noticed Firetooth laying in the middle of the clearing, his breathing heavy and cobwebs wrapped around his neck. She rushed over. "Firetooth! Are you alright? Did something happen?" Her eyes darted back and forth between Firetooth and Mistralpaw, expecting either one of them to answer.
SpringClan Softpelt had been a step behind Fawnheart, and when Fawnheart darted forward all of the sudden the older fluffy white she cat blinked confused for a moment, then shock when she saw the state Firetooth was in. "Oh dear! What's happened?! Were you attacked?!" She asked immediately looking at the dressed wound, it was hard to tell coming up but it didn't look like blood had seeped through yet. Was it fresh? Or had Firetooth trekked all this way wounded.
Firetooth flinched as he was suddenly rushed by the distressed she-cats, obviously not used to being the subject of such concern. He couldn't remember the last time he even had a conversation with the Springclan pair, and yet they were still fussing over him as if he were a hurt kit. Fawnheart and Softpelt were probably the longest-serving Medicine Cats in the forest, and definitely more experienced than he was; he definitely felt like a sheepish kit under their gazes. "I...got caught into a twoleg trap several days ago," he explained cautiously, averting his eyes. "The wound's healing fine. We've been washing it out and changing the cobwebs regularly. Mistralpaw's been stubborn as a badger, making sure I don't push myself." The ginger tom glanced down at his apprentice, hiding a small smile. "But I needed to be here tonight. There are some things I absolutely have to speak with Starclan about." Despite his cold front, his demeanor was surprisingly different from what his peers remembered; he looked lighter, and more at peace.
Fawnheart relaxed, relieved that Firetooth hadn't been attacked and that he was already tending to his wound. "Well, I'm relieved to hear that the wound is healing but with a wound like that, you probably shouldn't have made this trip." She chided, gently. "Regardless whether or not you had to speak to Starclan. They would surely understand or hear your prayers. Would you like Softpelt and I to escort you home after this? It wouldn't be an issue." It was a long walk and the two medicine cats would be exhausted by the time they reached Swiftclan territory and then would have to treck back to their own territory. However, Fawnheart would walk to the ends of the earth to help a cat in need.
PRIMAL INSTINCT Creek approached the group quiet as a ghost. It hadn't been his intention, of course, but most League cats survived their kitten moons by tip-toeing around their parents and other hazards. It came natural to him, same as breathing. The bengal tom - who, for the record, couldn't have been much older than a kit - had his nose to Firetooth's neck in seconds, sniffing at the wound and pulling lightly on the cobwebs with a single claw.
"Live traps are their favorite. You climb into a box, step on a plate, and, just like that, the exit is sealed. Sometimes they tie up larger boxes and drop them right on top of you just when you think it's safe. I once even found a kit with her leg in a crude snare. Just a clever knot, nothing special. That had been a prank played by some silly Regime cats. But twolegs use that, too. I'm sure that's where Sean learned of it," He pulled his nose away from the wound and looked Firetooth right in the eye. His steely grays sparkled in the half-moon light with dangerous curiosity,"... but I must say, I don't know of any traps that cause such catastrophic damage to the neck of all places. You must tell me all about it. What was the trigger that caused it to snap? Could you even breathe or call our for help? How in the world were you able to free yourself?"
Autumngossamer stepped into the Half Moon Gathering with Bloodyrondo by her side. Normally she didn't attend, these types of events. They always felt distressing like a test she didn't study for. Soothsayers only knew the bare basics of herbs, no advanced knowledge as other medicine cats did. Her spiritual side was significantly more heightened than the average medicine cat, but she didn't have a great relationship with god so that wasn't a positive trait. However Bloodyrondo really needed to get out of SunClan for some fresh air so the half moon gathering seemed like a good distraction.
"Hey everyone," Autumngossamer greeted, stepping ahead faster than the priest promise could so she could whisper to the other medicine cats, "He just lost his mate so be sensitive." Before going back to smiling when Bloodyrondo neared. She wanted to greet Firetooth more properly, but with Bloodyrondo around it felt best to stay casual at first.
SUNCLAN Bloodyrondo had always been a rather flamboyant tom; body paint from head to tail-tip, sparkling colors, green beetle wings glued in place like jewelry, fur groomed to perfection, not a hair out of place. Not today, though. Today he looked like any other SunClan Warrior might, save for his trade-mark deep red body paint. He wore a customary sun on his forehead with only a few simple but well-applied swirls on his flank and forearms. No accents, no glitter, although from his ear dangled a beautiful silver earring with a sapphire at its center. Without all the glamour he looked a lot more mature. It was like he was a different cat.
The Priest Promised stood very close to Autumngossamer. Their pelts were not brushing, but if he could justify leaning against her he certainly would have. This was the first time he had really be in the public eye since the death of Satinlights. Returning to normalcy made him feel like he was betraying her somehow, yet the wise part of him, small as it was, recognized that sulking around was not going to bring her back. Besides, he needed to be strong if not for himself than for SunClan.
Celadon eyes surveyed the assembled group. He didn't recognize the bengal tom that was poking at Firetooth, but, with the scent of the League clinging to his pelt, Bloodyrondo could not help but feel slightly repulsed. There were two lines of bengals in Primal Instinct but only one of them seemed to be making kits these days. He wouldn't say anything, though. This evening he wanted to be left alone and just observe. It's why he had asked Autumngossamer to come with him in the first place. The she-cat had a way of drawing attention to herself and, for the first time in his life, he wanted to be invisible.
Fawnheart's attention was torn away from the Swiftclan medicine cat when Autumngossamer made her flashy entrance. "Autumngossamer, Bloodyrondo. I'm surprised to see you both here." She mewed, dipping her head to both in respect.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jun 24, 2020 18:03:00 GMT -5
Turbulentsea slowly made his way into the half moon gathering, keeping his distance from the other cats and taking up his usually position. His throat still burned when he spoke, so he didn't spend time making idle chit chat with the others as he normally did. His thin tail snaked it's way over his paws, his yellow eyes starting down into the water. His mind felt muddled with his own thoughts, and concentrating on any one task had become far more difficult. Ever since the day he had almost lost his life, he hadn't been the same. He had been forgetful, fatigued, and distracted. Many cats within his own clan had picked up on it, but figured it was probably just because he was still recovering. He stared blankly at the Star's reflection... Would they walk in his dreams tonight? Would they give him some sort of explanation for what had happened? He couldn't help but feel like an explanation was the least of what they owed him.
Softpelt's blue eyes filled with sympathy, "Oh Bloodyrondo, I'm sorry for your loss." She said softly. She knew the pain of losing ones mate. Birchshade had been dead many many moons now, along with Coldpaw, but there was some comfort in visiting with them in the stars. Though would the Sun God be able to commune with the Priest Promised here? The Mooncreek was the meeting point for all the ancestors.
SUNCLAN Bloodyrondo couldn't help but smirk at Fawnheart's comment. Surprised to see him, huh? He was a healer, same as she was, of course he was going to attend the half-moon gathering. Whatever. She could continue to be misguided: He didn't need to correct her. Next came Softpelt's words of sympathy which he also decided not to acknowledge. She didn't really care, did she? The SpringClan medicine cat had never shared words with him nor had she even met Satinlights. Empty words, meaningless, said to make them feel less awkward around a cat clearly hurting. He didn't want their pity.
"Excuse me." Bloodyrondo said abruptly and pulled himself away from the small group. He sat down next to Turbulentsea. Of all the cats gathered, the NightClan medicine cat seemed least likely to try and comfort him. He didn't really know the tom, of course, but he was willing to take the gamble, "You look about as happy to be here as I am."
Fawnheart didn't think they would continue to show up to the gathering since the half moon gathering where all dieties fought over whether or not it was acceptable to greet here. However, she felt guilty for not offering her sympathy. When her partner had given her condolences, Fawnheart nodded in agreement but was quickly surprised that Bloodyrondo had so rudely rejected it. She understood, however. It wasn't easy losing loved ones. She watched him walk away, a pain in her heart. Though, that's when she realized Turbulentsea had walked in. He didn't say anything to anyone and just kept walking. That was unusual of him. He didn't seem like himself, either. "A lot sure has changed within a moon." She mewed to Softpelt absently.
Amberbird hurried along, late after checking on his sisters one last time. Seablossom's kits were gone from the nursery but that didn't stop the tom from worrying about her after she lost another life. The tom glanced behind him to make sure his niece was keeping up, this would be the apprentice's first half moon gathering since he'd chosen her to learn the ways of the medicine cat. "Come along now! We're already late as it is."
Softpelt didn't take it personally, everyone grieved differently. But she did still let out a soft sigh and nodded to Fawnheart. "Yup, a lot has changed." She agreed. "A lot." She murmured looking at the cats around them.
Autumngossamer watched Bloodyrondo walked away, "Um, maybe they need a moment," She said and padded over to Firetooth, bumping her hip into his, "Jeez, watch where you're going loser," She said sarcastically as her stellar smile spread thick across her lips, "You look so cute today, did you dress yourself up?" She gushed. The closeness between them came seemingly out of nowhere, but Autumngossamer also pretended to be closer to people than she actually was so it wasn't too off.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Jun 30, 2020 19:13:34 GMT -5
"Autumngossamar," chided Mistralpaw, looking more of a protective parent than eight moon old apprentice. "Please don't bump Firetooth. The trip would be difficult at the pace we set if he hadn't been injured, and I don't hear you offering to help carry him back when you set his wound to bleeding again." There was a slight barb in her voice, suspicion and some inherent distrust of the she-cat that had found her mentor in the trap carrying in her tone.
She hadn't been able to take her eyes off of Firetooth the entire trip, worry keeping her chest tight. Their newfound respect of one another afforded her more leniency with her chiding than Firetooth might have allowed originally, but there was still only so much poking and prodding that she could get away with. She would never admit it, but putting all of her focus on her mentor's wellbeing helped her to ignore the anxiety she felt about meeting other healers and, worse yet, meeting StarClan. Her mentor had suggested she receive her medicine cat name this night, but after asking him, she managed to get him to postpone the ceremony a little longer.
Mistralpaw watched the other medicine cats interact with a shy disinterest, her fiery personality so well known in her clan subdued. She wasn't sure how to conduct herself, and not wanting to embarrass her mentor, herself, or her clan, she decided the safest bet would be to stay quiet.
"Oh hey Mistralpaw," Autumngossamer greeted, but her expression fell. Typically this was when she turned to mega mythic brat mode, but instead something snapped or maybe snapped back into place. "I notice that the two times we've met you seem automatically put off by me. Like, maybe I'm imagining it? But I feel like you've been displeased by my presence since we first met at the gathering. I don't know what I may have done to upset you or if I have insulted you at all, but I hope that if I have stepped on your paws that we can work to become good friends?"
Was this what true power was? Sitting across from an adolescent prissy medicine cat apprentice knowing she could annihilate her, but choosing not to? Damn, this power was addictive, she didn't just feel like a boss, she felt like the hottest threat in the room. Best part was, through the pounds of makeup and paint she decorated herself with no one could look past the plastic exterior to tell if she was genuine. Now this thick thigh in Autumn's perspective, mouthy know it all was going to look like the bad one and dang she was having a blast turning the table on her.
Firetooth wasn't sure how to respond to Fawnheart's offer of an escort home. Perhaps luckily, he didn't have to upon the rude interruption of the Primal Instinct kiddo, ranting about the nature of twolegs and their affronts to nature. What he didn't expect was that Creek was smarter than he looked, and immediately began pointing out the holes in his admittedly-not-exactly-flawless cover story. "Let's just say it was a freak accident..." he murmured under his breath, glancing pointedly at the Sunclan pair as they approached. He didn't say anything to Bloodyrondo; what could he say? He didn't and would probably never know what it felt like to have or lose a mate. Situations like the Priest Promised's were partly why Starclan disapproved of Medicine Cats having mates to begin with, though he couldn't exactly say Bloodyrondo was a normal Medicine Cat like them.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a familiar playful voice, and Firetooth let out a half-amused snort at Autumngossamer's antics. "Haven't you heard? Near-death experiences are all the rage these days," he deadpanned in response before turning his attention to Mistralpaw, who had finally decided to speak up for the first time since the other cats arrived. It was almost funny how unusually reserved the normally outspoken apprentice was. "You can relax, you know. Starclan won't let anything bad happen when we're right next right to the Moonpool."
PRIMAL INSTINCT "Oh, I see." Creek's eyes burned with curiosity and he made sure to give Firetooth a knowing look as he drew his paw away. Mistralpaw was already poking her head in and, besides, the Priest Promised and Soothsayer of SunClan had just arrived, they were hotter commodities. He knew that Bloodyrondo was his half-brother and also an idiot so, boring. Autumngossamer, on the other hand, had supposedly been cursed by her own God, yet still served him. He wanted to ask her about it but knew he needed to tread carefully. He had a feeling that if he made what he wanted too obvious then this she-cat would do everything she could to keep him in the dark, "Autumngossamer, don't put Mistralpaw on the spot like that. You really want to talk about yourself, right? Just go right on ahead. Your reputation precedes you but I wonder how much is fact and how much is fiction."
