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Post by Ferntrail on Aug 1, 2018 2:00:12 GMT -5
A DOLL MADE OUT OF GLASS all her friends think that she's great Jaywing was well and truly at a loss for what to do. She lived to serve a clan, to go hunting. Even though she was walking and she physically ached, her mind felt thick and heavy. She didn't even bother to go hunting, it was a waste of time. Yet she was constantly reminded of the rumbling in her stomach. Her own hunger pains didn't make her grumpy though, it was the thought of older and younger cats experiencing the same thing that sent her sensitive mind into overdrive. The dark-hued molly was racing between Shadowclan and Windclan - She had most definitely chosen to join Windclan, but helping others should have no boundaries - and was fretting over everyone who looked to be even a little down.
She was probably pissing everyone off but she had been told to do nothing but walk and this made her feel better, that she was contributing. So she continued to scan the crowd with her yellow eyes, brows knitted together in concentration. She planned to go find the next cat that needed help unless someone came up to her and asked if she was okay (She had already been asked that once) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 17:53:50 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
"U-um, hey J-Jaywing," Came the soft mew of Frostkit, a socially awkward Windclan kit who really didn't know why he was approaching a stranger. "D-do... you need any help? It's just that- um... I've seen you running around... by yourself," The young tom would frequently flick his gaze up to meet Jaywings only to lower his stare back to his paws every couple of seconds. "It's really n-nice, what you're doing for everyone I mean. I-I could help, I'm not doing anything else."
With his gaze still locked onto his blue tipped paws, Frostkit absentmindedly lifted his left hind paw to nervously scratch at his right leg. He was really bad at communicating with other cats due to the fact that he genuinely feared most of them, but Jaywings recent actions showed that she was a nicer she-cat. She wanted to help other cats, just like Frostkit did.
"I-I won't get in your way, I promise." 156 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Sept 4, 2018 3:04:43 GMT -5
A DOLL MADE OUT OF GLASS all her friends think that she's great Jaywing nearly jumped when the kit greeted her. She had not been paying attention and had not heard him approach. Her soft eyes flashed down to his in panic. As her gaze searched his face, took in his size, and then his tone she calmed down. ”S-sorry” She mumbled. Jaywing had the weird balance of being strong and clear about her opinions, but when meeting cats that came up to her she was a… Well, she was a mess.
”Hey! Your Frostkit, r-right?” her voice seemed to perk up by the word, even if she continued fidgeting. Shaking her fur out she offered him a smile ”That actually sounds nice!” she couldn’t keep the sickening warmth out of her tone. It was amazing that young cats still liked to help others! ”There isn’t really much to do, apart from making sure everyone is warm and has a companion, but…”
Her intelligent eyes flashed to the forest clad in white before them ”Maybe you could try help me find food? Anything really could help, dried berries, maybe even some bark… I know it doesn’t sound that fun, or pleasant on the stomach… but it’s better then nothing!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2018 13:05:13 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Frostkit gave one nervous 'nod' of his head when Jaywing asked to confirm his name, his neck feeling stiff and his movements feeling jerky. He took in a deep breathe, feeling the tension in his shoulders loosen at the mollies optimistic tone. She didn't seem bothered by his request to help, which went a long way in boosting Frostkits confidence.
When Jaywing mentioned finding food, Frostkit flattened his ears slightly. Was she going to ask him to go hunting with her? He'd never hunted a day in his life! Thankfully, the molly quickly mentioned finding fruits instead. Immediately, Frostkit perked up his ears as an idea crossed his mind."Oh! What about raspberries?" Frostkit asked, his voice louder than before. "They can grow almost anywhere, so we shouldn't have a very hard time finding some," the blue tom added hopefully, his icy gaze sweeping the edge of the forest around them in an attempt to spot the bright green leaves poking out of the freshly fallen snow."If we find some we could even gather the leaves since they're good for-"
Frostkit suddenly stiffened and let out a nervous cough to clear his throat. No cat beside Fawnstep and Mushroomstar had known he had been visited by a Starclan cat and, more confusingly, given him some basic knowledge of herbs that he, realistically, shouldn't have. To make matters worse, Mushoomstar refused to believe his dreams, and therefore... Frostkit wasn't a medicine cat. "I-I mean..." Frostkit stuttered, turning his gaze onto Jaywing only to lower it back to his paws. "Fawnstep told me t-that they were a good, uhm, p-painkiller..." 268 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Sept 7, 2018 15:58:07 GMT -5
A DOLL MADE OUT OF GLASS all her friends think that she's great ”Raspberries sounds good” she murmured quietly as the image of the red berry popped into her mind. She remembered a summer where bushes had been laden down with all different types of fruits and berries. If she was correct raspberries were the tart, redish ones with the pricked leaves.
Her head then tilted to the side as he continued on in a much more confident voice. He was wise for a youngster, especially about plants. What did the stars have in store for him? Something out of the ordinary, perhaps. ”It’s okay Frostkit, you don’t need to explain to me” she then scanned the snow around them ”Maybe we can look under the trees? Less snow might have fallen onto the ground. Unless you have any suggestions?”
She threw him a encouraging smile, he clearly had his secrets and she wouldn’t pry… but he shouldn’t withhold information that could help the clan.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2018 16:33:33 GMT -5
Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?
Nodding his head, Frostkit parted his lips to let out a shaky breath, wishing his nerves could be calmed with just a single breath. After taking a moment to try to calm himself, Frostkit finally looked back at Jaywing and offered her a nervous smile. "N-no, that sounds like a good idea," the tom agreed, mentally kicking himself for still managing to stutter.
Now that they had a plan, Frostkit walked alongside Jaywing as the two felines separated from the group. They wouldn't go far, of course, as they wanted to make sure they'd be able to find their way back. While perhaps in winters long past you could count on just retracing your steps, it was nearly impossible to follow shallow indents that had been covered in a fresh layer of snowfall.
As Frostkit walked, his jaws stay partly open to take in the scents of the forest. There was no prey scent anywhere around them, all he could taste was the crisp air on his tongue. His ears strained forwards as if a breeze were going to blow through the valley and rustle the leaves of a plant and alert him to its location.
Off to the side of the Windclanners sat a rather tall bush, it's dark green leaves almost entirely buried under the white powder. On its branches were perfectly round, partially covered red berries. Unknownst to Frostkit, the young tom was looking in the entirely wrong place. 242 words
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