The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Wrenpaw was pacing around in the Medicine den in front of the herb stores, once again occupying herself by absently arranging the herbs and murmuring their names to herself. She recently went out with Sandyshell to collect new herbs, and the walk left her buzzing with excessive energy, but also feeling a little sleepy.
She was having trouble getting good rest in the medicine cat den. She just wasn’t used to there being so few cats around her. Sandyshell was great company, but Wrenpaw was used to the press of several warm bodies next to her nest. It would just take some getting used too, she supposed. She paused in her pacing and stretched out her limbs with a yawn, arching her back before returning to arranging a pile of the herbs. Her ears pricked up at the sound of someone entering the den, and she poked her head out of the herb storage to see who it was.
After having consulted with her mother, and the news of her sister being the one to step into the role of Poppyshine's apprentice, it was time for the warrior finally go take care of something she had hidden. It was through nothing short of a miracle that it had mostly healed, save for once singular troublesome spot that had refused to close. No doubt was it because of the way she walked, perpetually stretching out that particular part of her paw. It certainly didn't help that it was now irriating her enough to demand attention, forcing her to action rather than the inaction she'd gotten away with for perhaps far too long.
So, with that, she made her way to the medicine den.
The smell of herbs was certainly strong, whisking her away right back to those sickly days in one of those nests. It made her chest tighten, reminding her of what it had been like. For her lungs to burn, for her body to fight to even just be awake. She had to blink all that away, shove those memories into the tightly-locked box they were always stored in. It was the past, not the present.
Immediately, her eyes found the black and white pelt of her sister. It made her significantly more comfortable to see her kin in here, that deeply-knotted worry of causing Sandyshell agony through her own suffering seeming to ease. "Wrenpaw," Mistwalker announced her presence in calling her sister's name. Softly, so as to not disturb her too harshly. "... Sister, could... you maybe help me?" She wasn't sure just how far into her training she already was. Anxiously, she shifted her weight across the rest of her three paws, entering in far enough so Wrenpaw didn't have to truly disrupt what she was doing in order to assess what it was that Mistwalker had come in for.
"I got bit by a weasel... and I'm overdue to come ask for help." She admitted. Stars, it was hard to talk. But this was Wrenpaw. The one who had helped her conquer her fear of water as a kit. The one who had always been there to gently encourage her sisters and brother. It was... honestly, she couldn't have picked a more fitting cat to become Riverclan's next medicine cat.
Characters : Stormdance (S) Rainfrost (R) Sunpool (Su) Wrensong (W) Hawkmist (H) Clan/Rank : Riverclan, Tier 5 Warrior (S) Skyclan, Tier 3 Warrior (R) Riverclan, Tier 2 Warrior (Su) Riverclan, Apprentice (W) Shadowclan, Tier 2 Warrior (H) Number of posts : 1056 Gender : Transmasc, he/they Age : 23
Subject: Re: Better half than none [c] Tue 22 Aug 2023 - 14:07
Wrenpaw
Riverclan Medicine Den
Wrenpaw’s expression lit up the moment she saw her sister. “Mistwalker!” She exclaimed with delight, moving immediately to greet her sister. Mistwalker was the first of their siblings to be given her warrior name, and Wrenpaw couldn’t be more proud of her. Still, with Mistwalker being a warrior now, and Wrenpaw usually busy focusing on learning from Sandyshell these days, she hasn’t spent nearly as much time with her sister as she did when they were all still young and free of other responsibilities. It made her sad, sometimes. Family was easily the most important thing in the world to her, her siblings especially.
Her joy at seeing her sister quickly faded in favor of worry as Mistwalker gave a quiet plea for help. She watched as Mistwalker shifted her weight and gave the explanation for her injury. Wrenpaw gave a soft ‘tsk’ of disapproval when Mistwalker mentioned she was overdue to ask for help, a protective surge in her chest. Mistwalker was a full grown warrior now, but Wrenpaw was still her sister, and she always felt like it was her job to look out for her siblings.
“Course I can help,” She said, giving Mistwalker a reassuring smile. Worst case, if the injury is worse than Mistwalker is saying and Wrenpaw was uncertain, she can always go find Sandyshell. But Wrenpaw was pretty confident she could treat a bite, even one that had been left to sit for a moment. She would at least make an assessment before seeing if she needed the help. She wouldn’t hesitate to get it if she needed it, because she was well aware of her inexperience and didn’t want to make things worse with poor treatment.
“Why didn’t you ask for help sooner?” She asked, gently using her nose to nudge Mistwalker further into the den. Her tone was a little on the scolding side, but also worried and laced with love. She moved to give Mistwalker support so she wasn’t off-balance with favoring her injured paw. “Here, sit here.” She gave her sister a quick, affectionate bump to her shoulder before moving to sit in front of her after she settled. “Let me see.”
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