Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[darĸнowl]

{ @DarkHowl- Hehehe, fake or not, it's working >:3 Poor Wiseheart though, being the target of his 'fake' crush xD }

Ɯ ι ƨ ɛ н ɛ α я т
-|She-cat|-|Warrior|-|Crush: Tigerstripe is kind of growing on her...|-|Apprentice: Tigerstripe, sort of|-
-|Location: Camp|-|Mood: Content|-|Action: Taking care of Tigerstripe|-

"If you don't try, how do you expect to learn?"

Wiseheart frowned and sadness gripped her heart. "I'm so sorry." she mewed, regretting even asking, "But, don't worry, while your here, I'll help protect you." she said kindly and gave a warm purr. Tigerstripe was kind of growing on her. But poor Wiseheart didn't know it was all an act. Tigerstripe is pretty nice. I feel so terrible about what happened to him... But now he has me... and the clan of course! Heheh... she thought to herself. Wiseheart smiled at the sad tom and rested her tail around his shoulders for comfort.

{ @DarkHowl- No, I don't o.o Lol, just kidding, yesh I do see what you made him do there x3 }

.: T I G E R S T R I P E :.

"Don't apologize," he said softly, managing a small smile. He sighed and blinked as she continued, looking extremely grateful. "...Yes. That sounds good," he murmured, staring at the ground with a tired, depressed facial expression, but he was still smiling a little. He looked at her tail on his shoulder, blinked very slowly, and rested his baby-blue gaze on her own. His eyes were unblinking and extremely seductive, though he did not look it at the moment. As he gazed at Wiseheart, something clicked in his head. This is exactly how things started with Moonheart. The thought made him feel uneasy, angry, and almost a little sad but he ignored it and focused only on the she-cat beside him.

[TheCryingWolf]

Ɯ ι ƨ ɛ н ɛ α я т
-|She-cat|-|Warrior|-|Crush: Tigerstripe is kind of growing on her...|-|Apprentice: Tigerstripe, sort of|-
-|Location: Camp|-|Mood: Content, sort of tired|-|Action: Taking care of Tigerstripe|-

"If you don't try, how do you expect to learn?"

Wiseheart's olive green eyes softened when Tigerstripe looked into them. Something about his eyes made her heart melt. Her ears grew hot and she looked down at her paws, still grinning a little bit. All of a sudden a yawn parted her jaws and she shook herself. She looked at Tigerstripe and mewed, "Um, are you tired? I could help make you a nest or you could share my nest with me until we can make you one. It's up to you really.." Wiseheart didn't mind sharing a nest with the tom, but if he didn't want to it was fine with her. There's something about him that just..... I don't know.... she thought to herself, flicking her ear randomly. She wondered where things would go with them, if anything at all. But she wondering never hurt anyone, did it?

[Keriae]

(I dunno what to post. xD Can Duststorm come and see Applesong?)

[darĸнowl]

:: D U C K P O N D ::
:: QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK ::

:: SEVENTY MOONS ::
:: RELAXED ::
:: M E D I C I N E C A T ::
:: HOPEFUL ::
:: QUACK ::

Duckpond nodded, listening to her problems. He should probably hand her some Juniper leaves for her coughing and for breathing- then to heal a sore neck, he COULD use the roots of a deathberry, but... "Quack." Duckpond gave a cough and stood up."Well, if it's difficulty in breathing, I can get you some Juniper. Maybe some Honey as well. If there's no open wound on your neck- then I could use the roots of a deathberry. It'll relieve the pain." He left moonshade's side for a moment to rummage through his herbs- finding that some were missing. Curious, he looked up and over, searching for his apprentice to ask where they had gone.

Ah, but the little kit was also missing. "Quack." Duckpond didn't bother to question it. His apprentice was a smart and capable kit- if he left with some herbs, he will trust it would be for good reason. He returned to the side of moonshade, the leaves of Juniper and the roots of deathberries nearby. "Is it just breathing that's a problem? Or is it the neck that's very sore? Are there any open wounds?" He was asking both the patient and himself as he inspected the cat- looking her neck very carefully. He felt very repetitive- but oh well. Duckpond decided to offer Moonshade some leaves to help clear her throat.

.: M O O N S H A D E :.

"The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped and I was in the darkness
So darkness I became."

Moonshade nodded as he spoke and said softly in reply, "Well, my neck is killing me really from the pressure. The breathing is from my lung I guess..." The pretty dark grey tabby was no medicine cat but she could tell. "He basically crushed my chest, putting all his weight on me." She sighed in her sadness, only wishing she was smart enough to have killed Claw. But she didn't.

[zoketi.]

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• she-cat | med cat apprentice | 6.5 moons | in camp •

Sprucepaw gazed down at the five kits, pure delight in her expression. She was deeply proud of Applesong, and even slightly proud of herself. It was her first alone kitting, and it was a success. She couldn't help but purr as she watched the happy family. She gathered her supplies, deciding it was best to leave them alone now. Applesong looked healthy, tired but not in bad shape. Sprucepaw rose to her paws. "They're beautiful, Applesong." She murmured quietly, eyes sparkling. She retreated from the cozy nursery, and bounded back to the medicine cat's den to inform Duckpond of the news. Of course, her good mood was tempered slightly as she remembered the current patients and the death of Morningdove. She padded quietly into the den to return the herbs.

[Silvene]

[center](I dunno what to post. xD Can Duststorm come and see Applesong?)

(Sure!)

Applesong

Applesong looked up at Sprucepaw. "Thank you" She mewed gently and softly, her voice like a queen's again. Gazing down at her five kits, she didn't think she could be any prouder of them. It was so earlier for them to be kitted, but they all made it and remained healthy. Even the little she-kit, the runt of the litter, seemed strong.

[Keriae]

D u s t s t o r m
The deputy had heard the yowls emitting from the nursery, and now that Sprucepaw had left, she decided to go and visit the queen inside. As she walked, the calico stopped by the fresh-kill pile and picked up a juicy looking vole. No doubt Applesong would be hungry.
Pausing by the entrance, she set a smile on her face and slipped inside, dropping the meal by Applesong's paws before glancing at the five kits. "Congratulations," She purred, her smile growing. "They're beautiful."

(I think someone posted asking if I'm okay with Flamepaw and Breezepaw becoming warriors? I am. ^.^)

[Silvene]

Applesong


Applesong smiled warmly as Duststorm walked in. Breathing in the scent of the vole, she just realized she was starving. "Thank you" The queen mewed, taking a bite of the juicy prey. Though she never took her eyes off the kits. When the she-cat complimented her kits, she dipped her head in thanks. "I couldn't ask for more." Applesong replied.

[Keriae]

D u s t s t o r m
She nodded, wrapping her tail around her paws. "That is exactly how I felt when Flamepaw and Breezepaw were kitted." She paused. "But my heart ached because their father wasn't there." Her head bowed at the memory.
Duststorm had lied to her kits all her life. She had told them that they were pure WindClan, like herself. But they weren't. They were half-Clan cats, with a rogue father who had left when he found out Duststorm was having his kits. It pained her to see both of them; they resembled their father in ways they didn't understand.

[Silvene]

Applesong

Applesong dipped her head. "Yes, these kits are lucky to have their father." She mewed, knowing that these kits and Flickerkit were the only kits in the nursery that had a mother and father in the clan. Each queen had their own story, and Applesong wouldn't dare ask them. They had the right to keep it to themselves. If they wanted to share, than Applesong would be all ears, but not a heartbeat before.