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[pekinduck<3er]

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who

 

[Quinn4321]

( sungold )

 

[pekinduck<3er]

kk im bored

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

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"Thanks" she said waving her tail happily

 

[Blue_Myst]

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"Thanks" she said waving her tail happily

Seated outside the medicine den, Lostcry waved her tail in Sungold's direction, giving a small smile of congratulations, green eyes beaming.

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

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"Thanks" she said waving her tail happily

Seated outside the medicine den, Lostcry waved her tail in Sungold's direction, giving a small smile of congratulations, green eyes beaming.

Her tail waved happily. She smiled.

 

[Blue_Myst]

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Seated outside the medicine den, Lostcry waved her tail in Sungold's direction, giving a small smile of congratulations, green eyes beaming.

Her tail waved happily. She smiled.

Quietly, Lostcry rose to her feet and disappeared for a moment. She appeared around the other side of the camp, a large, plump quail in her jaws. With a nod, she deposited it in front of Sungold, giving a shrug and motioning for her to dig in. It was a time to celebrate, after all. She smiled lopsidedly, and departed.

 

[pekinduck<3er]

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Her tail waved happily. She smiled.

Quietly, Lostcry rose to her feet and disappeared for a moment. She appeared around the other side of the camp, a large, plump quail in her jaws. With a nod, she deposited it in front of Sungold, giving a shrug and motioning for her to dig in. It was a time to celebrate, after all. She smiled lopsidedly, and departed.

moonpelt caught up to her and said ''hello im sorry to bug you but ive never met you before what your name ' she smiled

 

[Blue_Myst]

pekinduck<3er :

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Quietly, Lostcry rose to her feet and disappeared for a moment. She appeared around the other side of the camp, a large, plump quail in her jaws. With a nod, she deposited it in front of Sungold, giving a shrug and motioning for her to dig in. It was a time to celebrate, after all. She smiled lopsidedly, and departed.

moonpelt caught up to her and said ''hello im sorry to bug you but ive never met you before what your name ' she smiled​

Lostcry smiled and waved her tail in greeting, padding over to Moonpelt, waving away her 'sorry'. She pointed to herself with one paw, mouthing "Lostcry."

 

[Blue_Myst]

(WARNING: insanely long post ahead, a product of boredom and desire for a fleshed-out backstory. Read at your own risk

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The room was dark. On all sides hard wood glistened in the dim light, polished smooth and curving upwards to form a domed ceiling that stretched a good few tail-lengths overhead. The architecture was extraordinary, only outshone by the vast collection of rough-hewn shelves forged into the trunk itself. Package upon package of leaves and moss, elixirs and herbs, containers and instruments, were stacked to the very ceiling; a collection meant to save lives. Piles of skins, dried and pliable, were strewn across the floor into piles, beds for the sick. It was, without a doubt, the most well-equipped medicine den Sparrowsong had ever seen in her life. If there was any place that could heal her in the entire great forest, it was here.

Yet as she stared up at the chocolate siamese, yellow eyes wide, she knew that she had been mistaken.

Even in the cool morning light fighting its way into the den through the open doorway, the medicine cat’s face was downcast, large furrows creasing her brow. “I’m sorry, Sparrowsong,” she looked into the young tabby’s eyes sympathetically, tail held low in condolence. “There’s–there’s nothing we can do.”

With a half-strangled growl, Sparrowsong sprung to her paws, pacing back and forth across the medicine den, digging her claws into the wooden floor savagely. Her eyes seared, stung by unshed tears. It couldn’t be. No, there had to be a way!

“We tried,” the medicine cat said, her sad eyes never leaving Sparrowsong. “But the damage was too great.”

Angrily, the young tabby spun on her heels and stood staring at the medicine cat, furious at the feeling of hopelessness that was overcoming all other emotions. Desperately, she raised a paw and pointed to her throat, jabbing a toe into the base of her wound. Please, she closed her eyes, please, I can’t go on like this!

At her expression, the medicine cat glanced sideways, thinking intently. The apprentice looked so pitiful, so . . . lost. At last, she turned her gaze back to the tabby, expression earnest. “There is one way . . .”

Immediately Sparrowsong beamed, nodding enthusiastically, wincing when the motion hurt her scabbing throat wound.

“. . . but it’s risky.”

I’d do anything, she locked eyes with the medicine cat, determined, anything.

Seeing that Sparrowsong would not take ‘no’ for an answer, the medicine cat sighed, resigned. “I had a chance to talk to Minkfur at the last clan gathering . . . and it’s a slim chance,” she said quickly, “that he may be able to fix your voice.”

For a moment Sparrowsong stared at her, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. It sounded wonderful beyond belief–she could get her voice back, live a normal life in the clan again, be free to converse with her friends instead of pantomiming entire discourses. She frowned. There was an edge to the medicine cat’s voice she did not like . . . not one bit.

At her expression, the she-cat sighed again. “But it would be very risky, Sparrowsong. He’d have to open up your wound again to reach the site of injury. He’s one of the greatest medicine cats I’ve ever known, but even he can’t take away all the risks . . .” she wrapped her tail around her legs and stared at Sparrowsong intently. “I won’t lie to you. Anyway,” she smiled, “you could see right through me if I were. This procedure will be extremely painful,” her green eyes beamed, pained at her own words, “It could kill you.”