:: Silentvoice :: Male :: Warrior :: Maine Coon :: 28 moons :: DewClan Camp [Medicine Cat Den] :: Mentions- Palefang, Frostwing, Sandpaw [Directly]::

Silentvoice shifted his weight and dipped his head awkwardly as Frostwing addressed him, turning so his mossy green eye was the one facing her rather than the milky white one, if only so she wouldn't have to look at it as much. He made a strange, strangled little noise like he was clearing his throat. He glanced to Palefang uncertainly and nearly winced when he noticed Sandpaw. The echo of the squeal of a startled kit tugged at the back of his mind. He couldn't remember if Sandpaw had been one of the kits who had been frightened by his scarred appearance but the memory was there all the same. It was one of the many reasons he avoided the nursery. He had seen the way the queens would look at him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. He was a large tom and his face wasn't exactly pleasant to behold with all of its scars and his uncomfortable disposition didn't exactly help to endear him to the younger cats of DewClan. But he could feel Frostwing and Palefang looking at him so Silentvoice averted his gaze and reluctantly stuck out his twisted paw so she could see it. The movement was stiff and uncomfortable, without an offered explanation.

• [ Palefang ] •
Male | 24 Moons | Oriental Siamese Mix | Deputy
Location: Camp | Mentions: {D} Silentvoice, Frostwing, Sandpaw / {ID} Sparrowstar

Catching on quickly that his attempts at soothing the anxious warrior were only making matters worse, Palefang swiftly silenced himself, nothing beyond the sounds of their Clanmates chatter breaking the awkward quiet now stretching between them. It was a relief when Frostwing turned to meet them. "Greetings Frostwing, Sandpaw," he began, dipping his head to each in turn. His blue gaze drifted to the herbs Sandpaw had presented his mentor with, surprise brimming in his eyes upon recognizing a few of the deadly plants.

"Silentvoice tripped on his way into camp," he spoke up for the other tom after noting he appeared uneager to speak again. It wasn't a surprise. The large tom had never exactly been a conversationalist and the trauma he suffered throughout his life was likely not a helpful factor. "I took a bit of a spill the other day as well. I'm hoping you have something that will make me feel a little less stiff, and quickly. I have something I wish to speak to Sparrowstar with and I suspect the apprentices are beginning to grow restless."



• [ Swantail ] •
Female | 48 Moons | Oriental Siamese | Warrior
Location: Camp | Mentions: {D} Snowpaw, Foxpaw

"Oh dear, that must have been terrifying," Swantail shuddered, her voice filled with empathy. "I've certainly been there. My first day of warrior training I slipped right off the branch I was standing on!" She re-called, the memory not exactly pleasant, but at the very least a reminder her climbing skills had improved since her early days with Dewclan. "Your father had to come rescue me," she added to Snowpaw, for a moment almost blinded by the formerly fond memory before bitter loathing once more clawed it's way into her heart.

She remained silent for a moment, as if regretting her words, before forcing a more bright expression. "No worries Snowpaw. I'm sure Palefang will insist Foxpaw practices jumping until she's the most skilled pouncer in all the Clan. You'll surely get the hang of it soon. Remember to be patient with yourself even if my son isn't," she encouraged Foxpaw. Swantail couldn't help considering how better suited Foxpaw was for the ground.

Her long legs and lean body were designed for running across open fields and stalking through tall grasses, not leaping across branches. 'You can't think like that!' She admonished herself, quickly shaking away the thought. "If he gives you too much trouble let me know. I'll have a word with him."

Sandpaw
Male | 9 moons | Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp
Mentions: Frostwing, Silentvoice, Palefang

Sandpaw had been so caught up in his herbs he hadn't even noticed the approaching cats until they announced their presence. Silentvoice and... Palefang! The apprentice's eyes widened with awe and embarrassment. He went to hide the poisonous plant behind him, but the widening blue eyes told him they'd already been spotted. His ears burnt with shame. He'd never live this down. And when Palefang became Palestar there'd be no way he'd let Sandpaw become a medicine cat. He'd be doomed to be an apprentice his whole life until he became an elder. His chest tightened with worry. He had to fix this.

As Palefang explained the situation, Sandpaw rushed into action. He'd show the deputy that he could be a good medicine cat. He'd look over Silentvoice first as he already had injuries. He walked around the large cat, inspecting him for wounds and sniffing for blood or infection. He quickly spotted where the cat had gotten caught. A patch of fur had been torn away, revealing red skin beneath. It didn't seem to be bleeding, but it certainly didn't look friendly. He bounced back to Frostwing and gave a proud look to Palefang. "It looks like an injury and maybe a sprain. We should clean it and then wrap it up."

Sandpaw
Male | 9 moons | Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp
Mentions: Frostwing, Silentvoice, Palefang, Tigerstripe, Cinderpaw

The apprentice sprung into action. He darted ahead to the medicine cat den. They'd need to lick the wound clean first, then something to help it heal. He inspected the herbs diligently before deciding on what he'd need. Sandpaw pulled together some marigold and goldenrod for the healing poultice, then added some moss to soothe the wound, and topped it off with willow bark and catmint for the pain. He was rather proud with his pile and inspected it thoroughly to ensure all the plants were what they should be. He noticed a few stinging nettle leaves amongst the catmint and quickly divided them, adding their longer leaves to the poultice pile. Yes, he'd done very well this time. Palefang and Frostwing would be proud of him. He'd just finished when the three cats entered the den. He sat quietly as Frostwing gave Palefang some marigold and ragwort. He bounced to his pile and was about to explain what herbs he'd gathered when a cry rose from outside. Someone was calling for Frostwing. A call for a medicine cat was never a good sign.

Sandpaw stuck his face out of the den, looking for the source of the call. He quickly spotted the pair in question. Cinderpaw leant heavily on his mentor, but each step had a noticeable hobble to it. That wasn't good. A broken leg at that age could spell elder's den for an apprentice. He scampered down the branches in a hurry. He pressed himself against Cinderpaw's side, providing a support for the cat to lean on. "Go ahead Tigerstripe," he directed. "You're stronger than me, you'll have to pull Cinderpaw up..."
He trailed off. It'd be an event getting the cat up there, but it would make treatment easier. But would it cause more harm than good? He glanced at Cinderpaw's paw. If it was broken and they pulled him up those branches and he fell... it could make it so much worst. No, they'd keep him here for now. "Wait, Tigerstripe, go get Frostwing. Tell her to bring willow bark and poppy seeds. I'll set Cinderpaw up here."
The apprentice set about pulling moss off the bark. He quickly made a rudimentary nest for Cinderpaw. He eyed the limb cautiously, not daring to so much as touch it. He'd never seen a broken leg before. He'd let Frostwing take the lead here, just in case.

:: Silentvoice :: Male :: Warrior :: Maine Coon :: 28 moons :: DewClan Camp [Medicine Den] :: Mentions- Sandpaw, Frostwing, Palefang, Tigerstripe, Cinderpaw ::

Silentvoice blinked as Sandpaw dashed around the den, struggling to follow his movements with his good eye. He had forgotten how eager the medicine cat apprentice could be. He was energetic, that was certain. It was a little disconcerting for the older tom. He couldn't pinpoint what about the little male made him feel so out of place. Maybe he could see a little of himself in Sandpaw. He still remembered being so eager to prove himself as an apprentice, though for different reasons. Silentvoice had wanted to prove to his father that he could be as good as his brother, that his paw wouldn't keep him from being a warrior.

The thought of his father almost made the tom wince. He could vividly recall the feeling of Deadtail's claws raking across his face and eye. Even so many moons later after the physical wounds had scarred over, the memory was still raw and bloody. Silentvoice clenched his teeth, tattered ears flicking back as he tried to banish the image of his father's face. He was gone now, exiled, maybe even dead. So was his brother and mother. They were all gone moons past. He wondered if Sandpaw even remembered who his family had been. Was he even old enough to have known them? It felt as though it had all happened so long ago. Had the elders ever told the apprentice the story? Palefang and Frostwing would have been old enough to remember. Silentvoice could still recall the medicine cat's effort to save his eye, though without much luck. He could at least be thankful he hadn't lost it completely. The eye was still in his head and he hadn't died of infection.

Silentvoice forced himself to shake away the spiralling thoughts and instead focused his good eye on what the apprentice was doing now. He strained his neck to get a look at the herbs Sandpaw had collected, trying to study the shape and size of the leaves. It was good to at least be able to recognize herbs, whether or not he knew their purpose. That was what his mother had taught him at least, when she was still alive.

Silentvoice tensed at Tigerstripe's cry, immediately on his feet despite the ache in his forepaw. He followed Sandpaw, albeit at a slower pace. He couldn't help but feel a pang of relief to no longer be a centre of attention, though he tried to suppress it. He didn't want to feel better at Cinderpaw's expense. He stayed back a few tail-lengths, unsure of what to do to help or if his help was even wanted. He didn't want to get in the way. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he clawed together a ball of moss from a nearby branch and brought it over to Sandpaw before backing away again.

• [ Palefang ] •
Male | 24 Moons | Deputy
Location: Camp | Mentions: {D} Frostwing, Silentvoice, Sandpaw, Tigerstripe, Sparrowstar, Ebonypaw

Palefang’s eyes glittered with brief amusement as Frostwing uttered a wry reply, his attention shifting to Sandpaw’s hurried movements seconds later. He’d caught the look of panic on the young cat’s face moments before and suspected Sandpaw felt he had something to prove. Motioning for Silentvoice to enter first, he followed the trio into the medicine cats’ den before resting on his haunches, watching Sandpaw collect herbs for the one-eyed tom’s treatment with a relaxed expression. Frostwing returned before long with marigold and ragwort for his own pain, and he offered his thanks before lapping them up, forcing himself to swallow the bitter plants.

Tigerstripe’s alarmed call had him on his paws immediately, following Sandpaw to where the large tabby awaited help. One of Cinderpaw’s front paws was twisted at an unnatural angle and Palefang gazed down at the appentince somberly. An injured paw was bad enough for ground-dwelling creatures, but up here in the trees? He was unsure how Cinderpaw would fare if the injury failed to heal properly. Silentvoice had managed to adjust, even if he had his difficulties, but every cat was different. He backed away, leaving Cinderpaw’s care to Frostwing and Sandpaw as a flash of gray caught his eye, and he climbed to meet Sparrowstar as she greeted her own apprentice.

“It seems we’ve had quite an eventful morning,” Palefang commented grimly, his blue gaze trailing back down to Tigerstripe and Cinderpaw. “Silentvoice tripped on his way into camp and it appears Cinderpaw is even worse for wear. I was going to suggest a little competition for the apprentices today...but I think perhaps it should wait for another day now.”



• [ Cinderpaw ] •
Male | 8 Moons | Warrior Apprentice
Location: Camp | Mentions: {D} Tigerstripe, Sandpaw

Agony the likes of which he had never felt before in his young life shot through his left front leg like hot daggers, starting at the wrist and stretching all the way to his shoulder blade. As much as he tried he couldn't put any pressure upon the injured paw, and he felt utterly foolish as Tigerstripe practically half carried him back to camp as he leaned heavily into his mentor's side. "S-sorry," Cinderpaw gasped, eyes beginning to water from the sheer intensity of the pain. “T-that was a stupid mistake.” He collapsed into the makeshift nest Sandpaw provided with a soft groan, lying on the opposite side to keep pressure off of the rapidly swelling paw. Fear clutched his heart and showed in his eyes, his pelt bristling with apprehension. “Is it broken? Will I ever walk again?” He questioned Sandpaw desperately, barely noticing the other cats surrounding him any longer.

Sandpaw
Male | 9 moons | Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp
Mentions: Frostwing, Silentvoice, Cinderpaw

Sandpaw stayed silent at Cinderpaw's question. He didn't know if the apprentice would walk again. He wanted to be hopeful but he didn't want to lie and the turmoil kept his tongue tied. He quietly took Silentvoice's offered moss and added it under the injured paw to soften its placement. He looked up as Frostwing approached, ready to babble about treatments and observations, but she spoke first, directing him to the herbs he needed. He shut his mouth and hurried back to the den, jumping from branch to branch with a swiftness and certainty reserved for squirrels. In no time, he was back in the den and scrounging for herbs.

For once, he didn't overthink his mission. He hardly thought at all. Like a trained medicine cat he placed down a large maple leaf and piled up the herbs he'd been sent for. He'd even put the poppy seeds between two acorn shells to ensure they didn't escape. Then, using his tail, he swabbed a corner of the den with his tail, gathering a large collection of cobwebs and likely annoying a spider in the process. With the leaf and its contents held in his mouth and the cobwebs collected, he made his way back, slower this time. His jumps careful and balanced so as not to lose his precious bounty. He returned in time to see Frostwing give Cinderpaw's leg a tug. He closed his eyes but still heard the pop of bones realigning. He set the leaf down and separated the herbs into easily grabbed piles, then settled next to Cinderpaw. His tail curled, ensuring not a single cobweb touched the bark below.

“Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.”

Spottedsand |•| Female |•| Loner |•| 38 moons |•| Under Dewclan Territory
Mentions: Dewclan

The rain pelting Spottedsand from above had turned her pale coat into a darker brown one, her fur now not very different from the decaying leaves below her paws. Trudging on, the lone cat inhaled deeply, attempting to once again track the scent of the mythic Dewclan. The nub at the end of her rump twitched almost invisibly as the strong scent of the tree-dwelling civilization stabbed through the overbearing scent of rainfall. She smirked, picking up her pace and trotting through the underbrush. Her paws kicked up countless splashes of water, flecking grime against her legs and stomach, and squelched in particularly muddy patches of earth. Effortlessly, Spottedsand leapt over a puddle, landing on a boulder. One leg slipped precariously off of the rock, threatening to dump the molly into the murky water. She shifted her weight, mourning the loss of her tail for just a moment before regaining her balance and crouching once more. Her hind legs bunched underneath her and threw the cat to the other side of the miniscule lake and solidly onto the solid forest floor. With a hum of satisfaction, she continued her trek until, cascading from a thick branch directly above her, a box turtle shell dumped its contents directly onto her already-damp pelt. Startled, Spottedsand yowled loudly, arched her back, and fluffed up her spotted fur. Her bright green eyes glared up at the trees above, spotting an army of cats roaming above her in the dripping foliage, and grew slowly anxious wondering if the felines above her had heard her yowl of surprise.

:: Silentvoice :: Male :: Warrior :: Maine Coon :: 28 moons :: DewClan Camp :: Mentions- Cinderpaw [ID], Spottedsand [D], open ::

Silentvoice didn't like the rain. The damp made his fur frizz outward so he looked more like a puffball than a warrior. Not that it mattered much when he was outside in the wet and cold, where it stuck his pelt to his sides and made his scars all the more pronounced. It had also prolonged the ache in his paw and made it hard to sleep. Not that he had much reason to complain after what had happened to Cinderpaw. Silentvoice's ailment was a trifle by comparison, though it still made hunting a pain. He had instead focused his efforts on helping around the camp where he could, making sure the dens and hollows were shored up against the rain, bringing fresh-kill to the elders, and checking on the turtle shells.

The sodden, miserable tom had been approaching one of the shells at the edge of the camp when a particularly strong gust of wind upended the contents onto the ground below. His sigh of annoyance was drowned out by the yowl of surprise from below. Silentvoice jumped and nearly lost his grip on the branch he was standing on. He peered below him through the foliage, squinting his good eye. Had someone fallen down? Should he go get help? Silentvoice lowered himself to a crouch and caught a brief glimpse of what might have been a cat down below that seemed to disappear just as quickly. The scent of the camp and rain and forest seemed to blanket the area, covering up anything that might have been lurking below. He could just make out the shape of the turtle shell on the forest floor, half submerged in a large puddle. Silentvoice lifted his head and looked around for any other members of his clan nearby who might have heard what he had.

Cloversong | Female | Warrior | 26 moons | Dewclan Camp | Mentions: Swantail, Palefang, Sparrowstar, Spottedsand {indirectly} Silentvoice {directly}

Silentvoice was a male of many imperfections. His ears were mangled beyond repair, his shoulders criss-crossed in scars, his foreleg was twisted and useless and while his eyes were a rich, mossy green, one of them was milky white and sightless. Still, Cloversong was undeterred by the tom’s appearance, perhaps it was because his was a face she had grown up around, only a couple moons or so older, the two warriors had shared both the apprentice’s den and the nursery at one point and now they both resided in the warrior’s den. She did not shy away when he fixed her with that one sightless eye, angling to get a good look at her, nor did she have a look of utter disgust on her face due to his rather unsightly appearance. She watched attentively as, true to his namesake, Silentvoice crouched low upon his branch and pointed with his features towards the ground below.


Rather curious and a little confused about what had the large tabby male so alarmed, Cloversong mimicked his position, stooping low upon the thick limb; her claws curling into the rough outer layer of bark to ensure her balance be kept. For a while,she squinted through the foliage and the rain, unimpressed and not quite seeing what Silentvoice was referring to. She was moments away from insisting take a few moments out of the rain to set and dry in the warrior’s den before she saw it - or atleast, them. The spotted tabby coat she could pick up from the distance between them was not familiar, nor were any other characteristics of this cat but Cloversong did not have to look twice to recognize the distinctive coat of Swantail. What is this? The tortoiseshell she-cat thought, her dark green eyes narrowing slightly as she further inspected the scene before her.

It was no secret Swantail was not clan-born, even among the younger warriors she was not quite known for her skill and prowess in the trees. Cloversong had her suspicions a few times before but each time, they were cast aside; Swantail was the mother of Dewclan’s deputy and such accusations were not to be thrown about so willy-nilly. The sight of the older she-cat on the ground solidified these theories, however - and with a strange cat, no less! Cloversong straightened upon her branch and turned to Silentvoice. “Should we alert Sparrowstar?”

Snowpaw | Female | Apprentice | 9 moons | Dewclan Camp | Mentions: Cinderpaw {directly}

Snowpaw took a moment to gather herself and to calm her beating heart, watching everyone else from the safety of her branch. Upon her small break, she spotted Cinderpaw peeping through the medicine cat’s den and ducked her head in slight embarrassment; Snowpaw wondered if the grey tom had saw her mistake. She wasn’t overly worried about it, though, she had quickly corrected herself and managed to save herself from falling though it still left a bit of fear in her heart. Having glimpsed Cinderpaw, though, Snowpaw took into account that the two apprentices hadn’t spoken since his hunting accidents and that filled her with slight shame. Poor Cinderpaw had to watch from the medicine cat’s den while Snowpaw and the other juveniles frolicked and played in the rain, he was missing out on training too; a week behind everyone else, Snowpaw wondered if Cinderpaw would be with everyone else to earn his warrior name when the time came or maybe he’d be too crippled to do anything else but sit in the medicine cat’s den.

Finding the courage, Snowpaw pulled herself into her full height and lightly shook out her damp coat - it did little good, though. Nevertheless, she carefully padded along the branch and with a few pounces and some more climbing, she found herself just a few feet away from the hollow that served as the medicinei cat’s den. Her whiskers twitched nervously as she approached, her tail raised high. ”Hey, Cinderpaw!” She greeted rather cheerfully. Snowpaw was older than him by a moon but that was barely a difference. She lingered just outside of the hollow, one ivory paw resting upon the opening of the cavity. ”Do you think I’d get scolded for joining you?” Snowpaw grinned teasingly but scrambled through the hollow anyways. She didn’t mind a little scolding and it looked as if Cinderpaw could use a friend.