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Post by ruth on Apr 12, 2012 12:23:58 GMT -8
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 words // 355 // tagged // anyone fogberry,
O F W I N D C L A N Breathing in the early morning air, Fogberry slowly got to her feet to stretch and lick down any fur that had ruffled during her sleep. She looked up at the rising sun, tilting her head as the beautiful pink lights stretched across the sky, hiding the silverpelt. She was never discomforted at the sight of the stars disappearing. She yawned, stretched again and padded to her den. Much like the others of WindClan, Fogberry didn’t like sleeping under shelter. She preferred to be under silverpelt, where she could gaze up at StarClan. She felt more connected to them that way, however she had not been getting any messages from them lately. This didn’t worry her - it only made her assume that StarClan was at peace with WindClan.
Looking through her herbs, Fogberry’s nose twitched at the strong stench. She only ever used her den to keep her herbs dry and fresh, as well as letting injured warriors sleep here if they so wished. It wasn’t often WindClan was out of a herb completely, as Fogberry only ever left the camp to gather what she needed and she did that almost every two days, just in case. But WindClan had a disadvantage to the other clans - being a beautiful moorland, there weren’t many trees to provide some herbs. She returned outside, tail twitching when she realised she was out of alder bark. One of the most difficult things to come across for Fogberry - Alder trees grew in wet places with lots of sun. While WindClan were blessed with the sun, they had no wet areas that she knew of. Not wet for long enough to foster alder trees at least.
“Ah StarClan, please at least bless us with some alder trees when we need them,” she whispered under her breath, watching the camp. Fogberry assumed her position a few fox-lengths away from her den entrance, sliding onto her side to bask in the rising sun. A small smile appeared on her maw as she felt the rays hit her silver fur. Even without alder trees, she knew the camp would be just fine. notes // i kind of just assume the medicine cat has a den for her herbs and such, cause idk where she'd keep them otherwise |
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Post by ☼ MAGGIE ☼ on Apr 12, 2012 13:15:04 GMT -8
As colors burst across the sky as darkness faded away and a smooth, smokey mist spread across the moor, the fluffy tuxedo she-cat rose quietly from where she laid upon a slipshod nest made from grasses. A few stars still clung to the beautiful navy sky as periwinkle and grey fought to overcome the nighttime sky and mature into the bright cerulean blue that took over come daytime. Blinking quite violently to rid herself of her sleepiness, the deputy of WindClan shuddered with a yawn, tear droplets forming in her eyes and slowly cascading down her black and white face, dampening the fur nearest to her yellowish green eyes.
As part of her morning routine, she also unsheathed her claws and flung her front paws forward, catching them in the softened, dew-laced ground and pushing her rear up toward the sky, pulling the muscles tight that were within her front forepaws. To strecth her back legs, she simply stuck her feet backwards one by one, giving the paws a neat shake before returning to a normal standing position.
Springtime was always beautiful in WindClan. Flowers began to bud along with the grasses lining their entire territory. The weather also began to warm, growing hotter with each day as they too changed into longer and longer stretches of time and light. It was Nightcloud's favorite season simply because she, along with others, could once more spend the night outside without the warrior's den's roof and walls giving her a claustrophobic fit. Even Gatherings seemed to bother the female, especially because she was surrounded by trees and other foreign plant life.
Giving herself another shake, she blinked up at the bright sun, greeting it with her typical smile. She loved days where the weather was bright and warm, the skies clear of everything except the occasional cloud. Underneath the bluest of blue skies and out in WindClan land, anything seemed possible.
A slight, airy whisper caught the pretty tuxedo's attention, snagging it like a claw through a blade of grass, tugging gently at her, causing her head to turn toward the medicine cat den, a smile spreading across her face. Padding forward, she approached her friend, greeting the other she-cat with amusement, purrs rumbling deep within her bodice. "My, oh my, Fogberry isn't complaining, is she?" Nightcloud teased, her eyes dancing as she peered curiously at her friend.
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Post by ruth on Apr 12, 2012 14:26:03 GMT -8
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words // 420 // tagged // anyone fogberry,
O F W I N D C L A N She opened her eyes to see her friend approaching, teasing her. Fogberry purred loudly at the sight of Nightcloud; she and Nightcloud were good friends, and Fogberry admired her deputy position. She was a playful cat and particularly nice to almost anyone Fogberry knew, and this was something that Fogberry highly admired in other cats. As well as the fact Fogberry was often around Nightcloud (at gatherings, at clan meetings), it was only natural that they would get to know each other. It took luck and StarClan looking over you to assure you had a good relationship with the deputy and leader. This was part of the reason Fogberry had so much trust in StarClan. No matter what, the high ranking cats would always get along, and that was due to them. If high rankers didn’t get along, it would be awkward, the tension would be high and no one would enjoy themselves.
“StarClan no! No complaints!” she purred, “WindClan are ever so lucky this year, a bit of missing herbs won’t do much to this clan.”
Fogberry would always make it a point to be optimistic about her work, but at times she knew it would be tough. But! Toothaches were rare these days, and she was sure she could live without it, as well as her Clan. Worst comes to the worst, Fogberry would make an emergency run for perhaps the Twoleg farm. Surely they’d have the trees!
Stretching out, letting more of her belly be revealed to the sun, Fogberry looked at Nightcloud again.
“How was your sleep?” she inquired. A good night’s sleep was best for a warrior; kept their strength up and allowed them to work for longer. Well, a good night’s sleep was best for everyone! Even Fogberry, who for the most part did not need to wander around, run, fight and hunt, preferred to sleep for as long as possible. It was also important for Fogberry to ensure everyone was sleeping soundly. If someone couldn’t sleep properly, well Fogberry better be the first person to know about it.
Her eyes wandered to the other clanmates. Warriors with their apprentices, dropping off fresh kill. Others just leaving to go train. Her thoughts wandered to their leader and wondered where they might be, but soon she lost that consideration and looked back at Nightcloud to listen to her answers and anything else she might have to say. Fogberry never wanted to miss a thing she had to say: Nightcloud’s words were always pleasant and wise. notes // i kind of just assume the medicine cat has a den for her herbs and such, cause idk where she'd keep them otherwise |
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Post by ☼ MAGGIE ☼ on Apr 18, 2012 3:37:59 GMT -8
With the same teasing light present in her yellow-green eyes, Nightcloud purred lightly, flashing a grin at Fogberry. "That's good to hear! If you ever have trouble with finding herbs, just let me know, especially if you need to cross borders. I can take it up with _____star, if you ever need me to." Nightcloud lamented, dipping her head with respect to her friend. Even though medicine cats were considered to be beneath some parts of the Warrior Code, that didn't mean everyone trusted them on their territory without escort or supervision by the Clan's own medicine cat.
Turning around to watch a brightly decorated bird as it crossed the sky, a feather fell, floating down, swaying back and forth, until it landed gently on the ground nearby. Looking back to her friend as she inquired about how she slept, Nightcloud smiled. "Quite well, actually. Sleeping under the stars always beats getting crowded out in our dens." She said with a slight purr, her amusement never fading. "How was yours?" Nightcloud politely returned the question, eager to know if her friend had experienced the same uninterrupted sleep.
A yawn exploded out of her mouth and she giggled lightly as she shook herself once more, shooting an embarrassed look to the medicine cat. "Sorry, didn't mean to yawn in your face like that. Perhaps I still am a bit tired." The deputy admitted, but not allowing her slight smile to fade. Glancing to the fresh-kill pile, she turned her attention back onto the seal pointed she-cat. "Have you eaten anything yet? Perhaps we could share, or I could grab something for you. I think I may take one of the elders that plump piece on top." She mewed lightly, gesturing with her black tail, her rosy pink nose wiggling, its colors contrasting greatly with the white and black fur surrounding it.
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Post by ruth on Apr 24, 2012 13:57:36 GMT -8
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words // 353 // tagged // nightcloud fogberry,
O F W I N D C L A N She was always willing to help Fogberry. She purred with approval and bowed her head slightly in thanks, being sure to keep that in mind. She never doubted that a warrior would come to her aid, though. Many WindClan cats liked Fogberry - or so she assumed! She certainly believed that she had not done anything to gain disapproval or dislike form others. Her eyes caught to the feather and she watched it float gently, blinking. Her mind was clouded for a moment, thoughts running through her head as she tried to imagine if this was some sort of message, but Nightcloud spoke again.
“Oh yes, my sleep was uneventful.” she answered. Usually that would be a good thing, and Fogberry convinced herself it was, but she couldn’t help but wonder. Only wonder, though. Nothing else. While there were no messages, it meant there were no omens either, so perhaps she should just be thankful and keep her worrisome thoughts to herself. She giggled when Nightcloud yawned, and she herself looked back at the fresh-kill pile.
“No, I haven’t actually! But I would want the elders to be fed first!” she meowed in return, approving of Nightcloud’s suggestion to give them the plump piece, “I’m sure they’ll be thankful for that! Elders must always be taken care of first, after all! They’re a very important part of the Clan.”
Much like others, Fogberry thought highly of the elders. They were wise, much wiser than herself, and she would often go to them for advice on things that she was incapable of figuring out. They gave her comforting words, and sometimes even harsh answers to get the words through to her. Being rather awkward, she needed someone to talk to sometimes, and when Nightcloud was busy, she knew the elders were her best bet. Fogberry made it a point to befriend each elder and become quite close to them, as difficult as it was with some of them. But then, it made their deaths all that harder. The only thing she could appreciate was that they were still there for her, just not physically. notes // <3 |
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