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littlebird
Oneclan
Apr 26, 2020 1:36:19 GMT
littlebird
if you ever fall down and you can't get back
if you lose your strength to stand
[attr="class","bandittext"]It'd been some time since Littlebird had been able to connect with Featherpaw on a one on one level, and she'd missed it deeply. Since the merge of the clans, her priorities had been ensuring that the cats of GorgeClan were adjusting accordingly and not getting in too much trouble with the cats of CreekClan - given their history. While CreekClan welcomed them - reluctantly - thanks to the help of SpiritStar, it didn't mean that she was convinced things were going to go along swimmingly. So she'd been apprehensive to finally separate herself from the clan enough to meet with Featherpaw, but she'd been thinking a lot about the young she-cat lately.

Over the last few moons, she'd witnessed growth in Featherpaw and had heard from Flickerfrost that she was becoming less timid. Sure, she still had her moments, and truthfully Littlebird didn't think it would go away completely. But progress was good to see. And she was proud. Her chest puffed out at the thought of the young feline growing more comfortable with herself. So the excuses and reasons to not see her needed to be put aside.

Littlebird had worked with Featherpaw on her hunting techniques when they first met in GorgeClan and while she didn't expect her to be the strongest hunter in the clan, she hoped that it would help ensure that should anything happen, she'd be able to take care of herself. So today, they'd go and perfect those techniques and in return, she promised Featherpaw that she'd help look for some herbs in the sodden marsh. The dampness of CreekClan reminded her of the rushing waters and the damp land that surrounded them, but what she missed most were the cliffs and waterfalls of their camp. It was hard to deny that she missed their home and thought frequently about leaving. But things weren't that simple.

They needed the numbers of OneClan to stay safe, and their homeland was now a quarantine zone. She feared it may never be safe to return. Or if they could, it would not be for many moons.

As she approached, a small fluffy feline marked the horizon and despite the air of discipline and she showed to the rest of the clan, Littlebird's pace quicked until she was racing the rest of the way. When she arrived, she brushed her head gently against the younger she-cat's shoulder before looking her over. They'd seen each other in passing, but it felt like it'd been too long since she'd seen her this close. "How are you settling in, Featherpaw?" She asked, her yellow eyes locking on the younger feline's face. "Has Spiderfrost been accepting of you and Flickerfrost?"




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PEBBLES
SIXTY-ONE
FEMALE
SHE/HER
HETERO
CO-LEADER
NA
BANDIT
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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Apr 26, 2020 9:35:07 GMT
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FEATHERPAW


Aw she so happy to see her <3


Now that Wolfpaw was lost to the illness...Littlebird truly did feel like the closest thing to family that Featherpaw had. It really was a shame they were both so busy, seeing how close they had grown a few moons ago. However, cats needed treating, and Littlebird was a leader now even if she had not taken the name. She was crucial to the bonding of the clans into one, to keep fights from cropping up and keep everyone's faith high. Featherpaw could only offer hope from the news of the few recovering cats Skywhisper informed them of. Even so...it was not until they had proof, or a sign, that they could truly return. There was little more Featherpaw could offer but that, and her own hard work.

So, it was nice to know that even if she could not provide much hope, she could offer some more provisions. Featherpaw was far from an exceptional hunter, but, with Littlebird's help she could at least continue to provide when there were no herbs to collect or cats to heal. With three medicine cats after all, the work was not so heavy once divided. At least, now that the seasons were warming, she supposed. It felt nice to do something other than collect herbs when she was out in the territory, and know she was still helping.

It was that reason, perhaps, that Featherpaw had not hesitated much in accepting the offer of another hunting lesson.

Or course, she had insisted on collecting herbs afterwards - far be it for Flickerfrost to even get to suggest she was slacking of in her duties. Yet honestly, it warmed the healer's pelt enough with anticipation to know she would be spending much of the day with Littlebird. They had both been eager to spend a little more time together, but it had not happened since the merge, and Featherpaw had begun to stop seeking for it in expectation that the older molly would always remain just as busy. Yet here she had made time, and it put a little more energy behind the stride of the little molly.

Where a pale feline running toward her may once have scared Featherpaw, instead she immediately recognized the molly for who she was, and sped her pace to a slight lope to close the gap between them sooner. Rather than flinching from the contact, Featherpaw purred as Littlebird brushed her head against her shoulder, angling her own to briefly do the same as her plumed tail flicked easily behind her. If anything, she looked more comfortable in the molly's presence than she ever did alone, and for how she used to be, that was a considerable bound in progress.

Still, though, as Littlebird drew away again to look at her, Featherpaw hesitated for a moment. It was not at the situation or her company, however, it was at the question itself. Or more so her lack of a clear answer for it. The little molly flicked one ear idly back, uncertain before deciding to just admit it. "I'm not sure really...I think I'm doing okay, though? It still feels...strange here." Shuffling her paws slightly, Featherpaw blinked down at them for a moment, before perking up at a question that seemed far easier to answer. It even drew a small smile to her maw, the slightest hint of amusement sparking in green eyes.

"He can be a bit grumpy like Flickerfrost at times, but I think its just all the pressure really," Featherpaw offered. "I think we're getting to be friends, though. He sure is a fast learner, though I think he relies on us more than he likes to admit...its good to have all the medicine cats together to help each other now." There was an earnest note to her tone, though a little hint of worry as she let her gaze drift toward her old home. At least...most of them, but not all. She hoped Lilypaw and Skywhisper would not get sick treating the Spore victims...but someone had to stay with them. They deserved better than to suffer alone.
☽LIA☾


PEBBLES
16
Female
She/Her
Demisexual
Med Apprentice
Flickerfrost
Nyara
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littlebird
Oneclan
May 22, 2020 0:26:31 GMT
littlebird
if you ever fall down and you can't get back
if you lose your strength to stand
[attr="class","bandittext"]At the arrival of Featherpaw, Littlebird found herself easing into the swampy marsh, dainty white paws sinking into the soft ground as she shifted from paw to paw. Happy to hear that she was settling in, albeit it slowly. She'd already known that the change would take time, that she couldn't expect anyone to openly welcome GorgeClan with open arms, but that didn't mean she wanted to see Featherpaw suffer. If anything, she'd have done anything she could to protect the younger feline from ostrasizing glares.

Nodding slightly, though Littlebird wondered silently if it would be inappropriate to pull him aside for a chat to remind him that Flickerfrost and Featherpaw were here to help him learn too. And that he could afford to be nicer...

Snapping her attention back and locking her gaze onto the little tortieshell feline, she flicked her tail gently and lead her way back toward the marshes. Every few steps she had to stop herself from nearly falling into a massive puddle that had been disguised with moss and undergrowth, but she did well to hold herself upright. Though as they made their way along, her pelt grew damper and damper.

"Well, I'm happy you had the time to spare to come hunting with me. It's been so long since we've been able to get out of camp together and just see each other. I've missed you." She tried to keep the tone light, but bumped gently into Featherpaw's flank as they made their way deeper into the marsh. She'd been told there was dry land somewhere, though apparently that was too good to be true.

"Have you practiced your crouch?" Littlebird asked as she squinted against the mid-day sun. It was bright, hot, but left the air sticky and damp. Signs that it could rain - though there were no clouds in the sky. Shifting her gaze downward once more, she looked toward the medicine cat to-be expectantly.




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PEBBLES
SIXTY-ONE
FEMALE
SHE/HER
HETERO
CO-LEADER
NA
BANDIT
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Featherpaw
Oneclan
May 26, 2020 2:54:24 GMT
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FEATHERPAW


A flick of Littlebird's tail was all Featherpaw needed to fall into step alongside her despite the unpleasant ooze of the marsh beneath her paws - attentive and obedient as always. It was ingrained almost as a habit by now, really. Even as she got past the fear that incited it, she could not get beyond how automatically she would respond to the wishes of others as though she still feared the retribution that would come if she did not. Though...to say that fear was entirely gone would be a lie. There was still that hesitant part of her tucked away, always pushing a little wariness forward whenever she tried to battle it back. However, she had to remind herself that progress takes time. It was like learning the herbs and techniques of a healer...nothing ever came to be over night. Things were better now...she had to focus on that.

Pushing aside her thoughts and worries once again, a task that always seemed easier in the motherly presence of Littlebird, Featherpaw allowed a slight smile to creep across her maw as she relaxed. Not for the first time, as she padded alongside the deputy, did Featherpaw wonder something that often settled in her mind. What would life have been like, had she been born within the bounds of the clan, had Littlebird been her true mother rather than simply a kind soul who showed her love for the first time. Would she have been happier? Would she have even made the meaningful relationships she had now?

The many what ifs...no matter the beauty of what could have been her life, it made her hesitate on wishing it to be true. There were so many things now she would never change, and to go back on all she had suffered...would they still have happened in another life? It was not quite a query Featherpaw wanted to find the answer to, just in case it happened to be no.

A slight bump against her flank drew Featherpaw's attention back to the presence, and she purred softly at the molly's admittance of missing her. "I've missed spending time with you too, of course I would come," she responded, not a hint of dishonesty in her warm, genuine tone. Even if she was not truly her mother...Featherpaw was coming to view her as such all the same. Or at the very least, as someone she would never regret being in her life.

As the squelched further through the muddy land, Featherpaw's discomfort growing at the feel of it oozing into her belly fur, she finally gave in and nudged the snowy feline at her side toward their right. "There's some drier land this way, it will be easier to find scents there," she offered, hoping the excuse and the implication of the deputy's own discomfort would be enough to get them both out of the mud and ooze.

Having come here to seek herbs many times since the move, often with an escort native to the territory, Featherpaw had learned some easier ways to navigate, though it was still difficult. At least from here she could spot some of those easy to miss landmarks she had memorized, both to mark herb locations and easier ways to traverse. A little bit of slogging through to their right, and she managed to pull herself onto a mound of earth, shake out her pelt, and make a light jump across to a stretch that was far drier and easier to walk on than it looked to the naked eye.

Littlebird's question drew the young molly's head back, and she glanced over her shoulder both to respond and see if the deputy was following their newly set path. "I have, though not as much as I would have liked to...you'd think we would have more time with the three of us working together but the land is unfamiliar to so many its as though we have even less than before..."

While there was the slightest hint of disappointment to not having kept up her practices much, there was little distaste to the matter. Yes, it was tiring...but there was no duty Featherpaw would have preferred. She was not one to complain about her job, and truly she did love treating and helping others. Perhaps one day she would even teach another young soul to love it as much as she did...the thought warmed her slightly. Perhaps if she ever met a youth like Honeykit, someone who truly seemed to hold the spirit of a healer in their bright little eyes.
☽LIA☾


PEBBLES
16
Female
She/Her
Demisexual
Med Apprentice
Flickerfrost
Nyara

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