AGE
29 Moons
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
RANK
Medicine Cat
Ashclan
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Mar 21, 2022 23:07:22 GMT
Post by frostrose on Mar 21, 2022 23:07:22 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville] Frostrose put your wings on me, wings on me Frostrose puffed for breath through the mouthful of herbs clasped between her teeth, her legs wobbling dangerously as she attempted to step over a large branch. The leaves plastered against her face made it difficult to navigate the already overgrown forest Ashclan called home. But Frostrose was a practiced hand and soon enough she’d cleared the branch with her nettle leaves safely in tow. But this was only the first trip of many, the remaining herbs carefully hidden and awaiting her return. In the past few days she’d spent much of her time collecting all the herbs she could find in an effort to prepare her stores for the coming Leaf-Bare. Once the snows came it would be nearly impossible for her to restock her stores - so what she gathered now was going to be what they had. It was a stressful time in the life of a medicine cat, but Frostrose felt confident she could manage the endeavor. Well. The delicate calico let out a grunt as she ran headlong into a thicket of bushes, the herbs in her mouth having prevented her from detecting the obstacle. Sticks and thorns scraped at her sides as she scrambled to back away from the tangle. “Mouse-dung!” She swore beneath her breath, twisting herself free at last at the cost of some fur. But the damage had already been done and her nettle leaves were already scattered along the forest floor.
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AGE
29 Moons
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
RANK
Medicine Cat
Ashclan
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Mar 21, 2022 17:53:16 GMT
Post by frostrose on Mar 21, 2022 17:53:16 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville] Frostrose put your wings on me, wings on me A faint trickle of relief fluttered over the she-cat as an answer sounded from the den. Vervainstar. He’d only been one of their leaders for the past four moons but he served well in the position. Frostrose hoped he would continue to do so for many moons yet to come - assuming whatever had happened to Rainstar had been a freak accident and not targeted attack. She offered the tom a faint smile as she settled near the den entrance, tail wrapping comfortably around delicate paws. “Yes, everything’s fine,” she responded softly. “I only wanted to speak with someone about Rainstar, we do not need the others present unless you wish it.” She allowed the words to linger between them as she cast her gaze down to her paws, collecting her thoughts. Poison. She didn’t really think it, did she? It felt so wrong to even consider that one of their clanmates might have done such a terrible thing. When she finally did speak, it was in a soft voice. “His death has been hard on the clan, and I do not know what caused it. Perhaps we should quarantine those he had contact with just in case whatever took his final life was infectious.” An outbreak in the clan would be terrible, especially with Leaf-Bare looming on the horizon. But she doubted an infectious disease was behind Rainstar’s sudden death. She simply wanted to exhaust all their options before turning to the more unsettling prospect. @vervainfang — @vermilion
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AGE
29 Moons
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
RANK
Medicine Cat
Ashclan
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Mar 16, 2022 22:15:12 GMT
Post by frostrose on Mar 16, 2022 22:15:12 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville] Frostrose put your wings on me, wings on me A soft sigh floated like a whisper on the breeze, followed shortly thereafter by a dainty calico. Herbs flecked her pelt and as she moved the scent of mint drifted from her figure. Frostrose had spent much of her morning cleaning and sorting her stores in preparation for the coming leaf-bare. There was still time, to be sure, but the young medicine cat had always liked to be prepared. And there was a certain peace to be found in the sorting of herbs, a peace she’d sorely needed. The mysterious death of Rainstar still weighed heavily upon her shoulders and thoughts of his final, rattled breaths had haunted her work for days. But it wasn’t simply his death giving the she-cat sleepless nights - it was how he had died. For days she’d labored to bring him back to health but everything she’d tried had only served to make the tom worse. And, as she'd worked, a terrible little suspicion had begun to run 'round her head. Poison. Her mind had whispered. It must be poison. But who would do such a thing? The very thought of it made her sick. Rainstar had been popular enough among his clanmates and he’d had no recent trouble with either of the other clans. And besides, who would do something so horrible? Frostrose had struggled with the nasty little suspicion as she’d watched the tom’s health steadily decline until his very last life was drained away to nothing. What else could it have been but poison? She didn't know. Frostrose gave herself a little shake as she padded softly up the side of the crater towards the leaders’ den, her brow furrowed in thought. She had no proof Rainstar had been poisoned and would refrain from bringing it up outright. But… she needed to know the other leaders’ thoughts on the matter before she went making wild accusations. The little she-cat drew pause outside the den of woven roots. “Is there anyone here?” She called softly, peering forward into the den’s darkness. @vervainfang — @vermilion
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