by ฮฮณฮฑฯฮนฮทฯฮ » Thu Dec 13, 2018 5:15 pm
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|| molly || 32 moons || priestess of Horus|| tags; none || mentions; Quietrain ||
Sighing, Rosewater closed her eyes, a pain starting to develop behind her eyes. Great; now a migraine was forming? Talk about awful timing. She scarfed down her prey, slightly taken aback by her hunger. She would need to help Quietrain gather herbs to make a dressing, and then get something for her migraine; preferably sleep and a dark room, but one doesn't always get what they want. Upon making it back to the Temple, it seemed as though Quietrain had tripped. She was treating her front paw with care; perhaps it had been strained? Or a simple bruise? Rosewater felt confusion and a feeling of loss consume her. Shaking the feeling off as quick as it came, the Bengal quickened her pace to the temple, and more specifically, the herb store.
If it was a sprain, all that could be done is a minor dressing to help with the pain, and rest. If she had a bruise, a nice comfrey root poultice; a sprain, an elder leaf poultice would work. And, for herself, some feverfew should do the trick, and maybe some goatweed to calm herself down, dating the herbs right there in the store. Lastily, for Stormhaze, who would hopefully be in there soon, she pulled out plenty of cobwebs, marigolds, and some horsetail. She bundled up the roit and leaf for Quietrain and hurried back out to where the pair was at. Quietly, she set everything down and asked kindly, with a warm look in her eyes, what the problem was. All signs of grief had practically disappeared, now that she was busy doing her job.
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|| molly || 17 moons || guard || tags; Kindleflame || mentions; none ||
Upon the darkening of Kindleflame's tone, Fallencloud could feel her heart expand in pity for the tom. She wasn't all too sure of his exact experiences, but it was clear that he felt a connection to the situation. Overwhelmed with the need to comfort, but held back by awkwardness, she didn't really know what to say at first. But, before she could restrain herself, she felt words falling out of her mouth that she didn't really plan, not expect. She made sure her tone remained smooth and calm throughout, not revealing too much emotion. She blatantly ignored his last comment, focusing on the comment about his loyalty instead; she, too, had an opinion on it, but a more complicated, split opinion.
"You don't need to apologize; we all have our opinions. I'll be honest with you, I had felt very conflicted about the whole ordeal only this morning. But, the more I think about it, and the more my mind dwells on the facts, my mind simply doesn't pick a side. Both my father and Stormhaze made both good and bad decisions last night. I support both. My father made a mistake making those two rouges fight, and I agree with you on the fact that it was not a good decision. You can't put out a fire with fire; all you'll do is feed it. Stormhaze was right in the idea of stopping such bloodshed, but he defied our Pharoah in the process. And we all know how big of a deal it is to do such a thing. It makes sense that my father would punish him for that; but, I agree that such punishment was quite harsh. And yet, it almost makes sense."
Fallencloud felt her pelt heat up after her not-so-small rant. She wanted to speak, to voice her opinion on the matter, and she finally managed to reel in a cat who would have to listen to her. Obviously, she was very passionate in her decisions; and poor Kindleflame was now stuck with her. Oh well.
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|| tom || 26 moons || fighter || tags; Gleamingheart || mentions; none ||
Coldfang felt his heart almost stop for a second at Gleamingheart's first response, ears almost immediately pinning to his head. He hated it when cats gave him that form of tone; it brought up a plethora of too many kit-hood memories that were better left buried. While his eyes narrowed slightly, he quickly regained composure; his wild anger lasted for only a second, thankfully. The Siamese felt himself calm down at her second, much more neutral response; now that was something he could work with. Grinning, he turned to lead the way to the Nile's muddy bank, that was admittedly quite a while's away, he decided to start up some banter. Anytime he did just about anything, it was kind of hard for him to do in silence. His mind moved too fast, and he was far too impatient to keep his maw shut unless completely necessary. But, he also wanted to avoid the no-doubt contradictory topic of last night- he needed something that would invoke some more positive, intriguing conversation. This, he asked "Are you excited for the upcoming ceremony?" it was a simple question, surprisingly not accompanied by his usual follow up remarks. Coldfang was genuinely interested in her thoughts on the ceremony; maybe it was because he wanted to reassure himself that his hatred for the ceremony was shared. Or maybe it was just good ol' curiosity.
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|| molly || 10 moons || scout apprentice || tags; Fadedlotus, Beefang, Fogstep, Quietrain || mentions; Reeddapple||
Sagepaw, already nervous, nearly felt her heart jump out of her throat when a young (very pretty) priestess had tripped, nearly collapsing onto the patrol. While fear was the first thing to dominate her mind, worry was a close second. Was the priestess okay? She had almost forgotten what priestesses do, for a second. They deal with injuries, and sickness, and Sagepaw almost lost it right about there. Too much was happening at one time for her to suddenly get tossed back into her memories to remember it all; the smell of fever, sickening herbs, and a foul thing that was possibly stomach bile. The worried voices of the priestesses in the back, muttering on what the young she-cat could possibly have; the longest, most painful days of her life, waiting, praying, even crying. Only to have it all crash down.
It was all there, on the edges of her mind, just begging to be drawn out into the open. But she would not allow such a thing. Turning away from the now a pair of priestesses, she hastily followed after the patrol, eager to put distance between herself and the mollies. She had felt a smile twitch onto her face at the fighters remarks, glad to have her mind being dragged to a much happier present, rather than a dark past.
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|| tom || 13 moons || scribe apprentice || tags; Scarabstone, Foxfire || mentions; Ravenpaw ||
Mothpaw respectfully nodded his head at his mentor, grabbing his tools and getting to work calculating, checking the toms answers and equations. He had to admit, he loved being a scribe; he loved numbers and equations and getting to document events and other things. He loved to be creative, and find solutions to structural problems, and plan things out. It was a perfect job for a cat like him. He was so indulged in his work, he didn't even notice the two scribes speaking amongst themselves until he had finished. After announcing that the calculations were all flawless, he listened in, tilting his head to the side a little. "Of course I will go to find her; I was a little worried when I didn't see her when I got up. Where do you think she'll be?" he inquired, cleaning up his things and putting them away neatly.
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