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Post by amber on May 6, 2020 17:59:00 GMT
 The sting that hummed idly across a certain molly's nose only continued to get worse as she trotted through her new home. Being the Leader of a brand new Clan, of Mossclan, was something she had never thought would ever happen. Ever. Sure, when she was a kit, she had lightly entertained the idea but had just as quickly disregarded it with nothing more than a sniff. That fear of not being good enough to lead an entire group of cats continued to plague her every waking hour...But Rainer had helped with that. He had eased her panic and fear.
Striding towards the Medicine Cat den, Pebblestar didn't feel any shame to admit that brambles had lashed against her face as she chased a rabbit. She felt nothing more than laughter and pride swell within her chest. After all - the rabbit had been caught. It was large and big enough for multiple warriors. It had been worth the wounds across her small muzzle. Now, it was only a question if Lakefire agreed.
Let it be known - though Starclan had chosen this one rogue to be the Medicine cat of her clan - Pebblestar hadn't had much time to really get to know him at all. It was all new to her. This dynamic was practically untouched and just waiting for something to happen. Entertaining herself as she walked towards the gnarled roots and over-hanging vines, Pebblestar idly wondered if he would be at all similar to her past Medicine cat. Would he dote, fret and scold? Or would he be bland, cold and snappish? Maybe a mixture of the two? She was excited to find out.
"Lakefire?" She called out lightly, her round head pushing through the vines until that's all she was. Just a head with no body. "Are you in here? I got in a fight with some bramble. I was victorious, of course, but not before it managed to get in a few, nasty hits." Chuckling lightly at her own joke, Pebblestar fully emerged herself in the dark, cool den and allowed her eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden change in brightness levels. It would almost be a bit spooky if she didn't trust the tom she currently knew nothing about.
After all - why would Starclan just pick someone that would cause Pebblestar nothing but misery?
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PebblestarClan:MossclanTags:littlewing Words:400 |
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Post by littlewing on May 6, 2020 22:54:34 GMT
  | ♡♡ Lakefire ♡♡ Mossclan ♡♡ Medcat ♡♡ 20 ♡♡
Lakefire ran his paws gently over the herbs in his den that neatly ordered in rows and columns by their size and purpose. A small puff of air escaped from his parted mouth. He wanted to stock up on more dandelions while the weather was warm and before they all puffed up their golden manes into white… eventually drifting away with the wind. The younger members of Mossclan were bound to try to eat a bee or something stupid like that, and Lakefire had to be prepared to treat them with dandelion. That was his job. Being a medicine cat was pretty natural to him, the new clan terminology and culture being the most annoying and difficult change in his life. Before the clans arrived, Lakefire already knew a few herby tricks here and there; most loners, or whatever these newcomers called cats like him, had to know a bit of medicine to survive. Just some better than others, and Lakefire proved to be one of the better ones.
His back was facing the den’s entrance as he was mentally keeping stock of the herbs. When a familiar voice broke the silence, Lakefire’s ears swivelled back, though his head did not move.
”Bramble? Did you want a kiss on the flank and a mouse tail to suck on?” His words were quick and biting. Despite how dismissive he sounded, Lakefire then turned around and approached her, his eyes remaining trained on her nose. It was a small scratch, though he had the supplies to patch it up in surplus. He curved to the side, already knowing exactly where his supplies were thanks to his detailed organizational system. Goldenrod poultice and spider webs.
”Sit down,” he instructed, gently taking a bit of webs in his paw and a few bright yellow petals in his mouth.
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Post by amber on May 7, 2020 13:11:12 GMT
Pebblestar snorted in amusement at the biting words, her naturally dramatic nature springing up at the chance to reveal itself. It had been a long time, probably since Rattledance, that she had the chance to annoy a snappish cat with her charming and boisterous personality. With a twitch of her whiskers and a cock of her brow, Pebblestar suddenly collapsed upon the small, mossy bed in the Medicine den with nothing short of a wail.
"How can I even think to live on, Lakefire?" She cried out, eyes scrunched shut as a paw wrapped around her bloodied muzzle, "I come, mortally wounded and one of my lives on the line, only to be suggested that I suck on a mouse tail! Starclan has been sure to send you down to me as nothing more than the reason my life ends s shortly and in such a horrific way." Continuing to wriggle upon the moss, (and in turn making the den lose it's collected neatness) Pebblestar suddenly paused.
From that frozen position, the young leader peered past where her paw was shielding her nose, one eye squinted open to study the most likely less-than-impressed medicine cat. Oh she could already tell that the dynamic the two of them would have was going to be an absolute blast.
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PebblestarClan:MossclanTags:littlewing Words:224 |
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Post by littlewing on May 7, 2020 23:48:27 GMT
| | ♡♡ Lakefire ♡♡ Mossclan ♡♡ Medcat ♡♡ 20 ♡♡
He sighed. Maybe he should’ve taken his chances in the wild, as both of his parents did. He was starting to think they were onto something, choosing to be as far away from the clan cats as possible (of course, all of this was a joke, though Lakefire couldn’t help it)… Sometimes, he also wondered how someone as seemingly carefree as Pebblestar managed to be a leader. The only cat he could compare her to was the late Rainier, whom Lake only observed from a distance. As he plotted an internal venn diagram, very little personality traits between Rainier and Pebblestar were found in the slivers of those two circles. Very. Few.
”I will personally see to it that I’m the one who takes that life if you keep kicking moss everywhere,” he snarled, placing the goldenrod down in front of his mismatched-colored paws. As Pebblestar kept squirming around, his head slowly moved from side to side to track her nose injury. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, a dark stain just remaining. He’d clean it, dress it, and promptly kick her out of his den as soon as he could. Didn’t she have anything better to do?
He stifled a meow of relief when she finally stopped moving, knowing that his reactions would only fuel her to worm around even more so. Lakefire gently batted at Pebblestar’s paw, hopefully to get her to stop shielding her wound.
”This might sting a little, so for the love of Starclan you better hold still.”
If Lakefire would have to tell her to freeze for a third time, he swore that he’d just physically restrain her at that point.
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Post by amber on May 14, 2020 13:08:26 GMT
Pebblestar wrinkled her pink nose when it was revealed - a dramatic whine falling from her throat. "I don't want to die from a measly bramble wound! Could you imagine how embarrassing that would be to say in front of all the other Clans?!"
Scrambling up-right (and consequently kicking more moss around), Pebblestar set her gaze upon Lakefire with an oddly serious expression on her face. Her gaze was analysing as she took in this rogue turned Medicine Cat. The tension was thick in the air but, as soon as the Mossclan leader opened her maw, it was broken with a ridiculous question. "You gotta give it to me straight," She started off with, her gaze not moving off of Lakefire's eyes, "will this scar? Because if it does I need to find some kind of way to cover it up."
Once more, her rambling began as she watched the herbs be prepared for the barely there scratches but, blissfully, she stayed rooted in her spot so he could easily reach the cause of trouble, "Could you imagine the scorn I would get if I showed up to the first gathering - sporting a wound that was from nature and not from the paws of a ferocious beast? Oh Lakefire, I would drop dead from embarrassment right then and there! My nine lives would ascend and we would be left leaderless and embarrassed. You would have to move in with one of the other Clans and start a whole new life!"
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Post by littlewing on May 19, 2020 21:36:17 GMT
 | ♡♡ Lakefire ♡♡ Mossclan ♡♡ Medcat ♡♡ 20 ♡♡
Lakefire watched her toss moss around everywhere with his muzzle pulled into a tight line. Yes, this’ll be fun to clean later. He’d normally get an apprentice to do it, but wasn’t fond of how they’d randomly touch his herbs and misplace them.
“I don’t think it will, but let me get a closer look,” he responded without his usual snappy undertone. Lakefire sat down in front of her and eyed the little cut. It was difficult to properly observe underneath all of the blood. He licked his paw thoroughly and carefully wiped the bridge of Pebblestar’s nose. When all of the blood was gone, he was able to see the cut’s real shape.
“Actually, on second glance, it might scar. Just a teensy bit.” As if he was anticipating the meows of complaint from his leader, Lakefire popped the goldenrod petals into his mouth and began to chew them into a poultice. The flavor was tangy and a bit too herby for his taste, though the latter was now a familiar feeling that grew less and less gross with time. He continued to chew and absentmindedly nod at her comments. It was actually relieving that his mouth was full at the moment, as nodding was a much easier response. Was she always this dramatic or specifically targeting him because of the way he’d react?
Lakefire stuck out his tongue and plopped the poultice onto the open pad of his paw. Yep, that looked enticing alright. He raised a brow at Pebblestar while holding the wet lump in front of her.
“Ready?”
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Post by amber on Jun 12, 2020 16:29:14 GMT
A whine warbled out from deep within the molly's throat and, without much preamble, she let out a wailing cry. Anyone who didn't know the dramatic she-cat would assume that she had just been told she could never be a leader or a warrior because of the injury - but no, it was all over a tiny scar.
"Lakefire!" She cried out in alarm, "I can't have a scar on my nose! Leaders will ask about this injury and I can't just say I got into a scrap with brambles! They will be expecting the great tale about how I fought off a thousand rats to protect the kits of our clan but, instead, I will have to shamefully admit that I was taken down my a bramble bush of all things."
Stifling her lingering whimpers, Pebblestar nodded, "I suppose I am ready. Ready to be ridiculed and spat on in scorn for the rest of my life. Goodbye light-hearted Pebblestar, welcome sad Pebblestar."
Offering her nose to Lakefire, Pebblestar braced herself for any kind of sting that may follow.
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