The Neutral Zone/Roleplay/Archive 02

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Archived 22/03/2019
Contains roleplay from February-March 2019
Archive Contents
Shellskip began to shake his head no, trembling under Fawnspots' comforting touch as he was able to fall apart for the first time in just over a moon. Then he recalled the kind-eyed blue-and-white queen whose kits he had helped bring into the world a few sunrises ago. "Skyflower might be able to help but... the nursery is sort of Sealblaze's space. I don't think I'm welcome there. You know the rules about medicine cats and kits... what if they exile me?" he blurted out, the words spilling forth in an anxious torrent. It was times like this that an onlooker could be reminded this satin-furred healer hadn't reached even his second year yet.The soft tortoiseshell tom withered under the gaze of others, pressing into Fawnspots' chest as he was allowed just a little moment with someone who understood. "I'll have to tell Divestar soon. I can't keep hiding this much longer." he murmured, voice breaking. While in his rational mind he knew this wasn't his fault, that a just leader such as Divestar couldn't punish him, the darker parts of his mind still tortured him every moment with anxieties and worse-case-scenarios of what could possibly happen. The shame of what had happened was so great, he felt crushed under the weight of this thing he couldn't confess to his own Clanmates. Medicine cats were distant from the Clan for a reason, but sometimes this distance did more harm than good. The cinnamon tabby acknowledged Wolfleap with a polite nod before returning her attention to the final speaker.As Rosestar ended the gathering with her speech, Otterthorn slipped off to the side and tilted an ear at Shadefern, hoping the silver-eyed warrior might follow. She wanted to apologise for her behaviour the other day, not sure why she felt the need to mend the relationship but also very certain that that was, in fact, what she wanted. The gentle smoke tabby's sweetness touched her prickly heart, and she'd enjoyed the quiet moment of distance from the drama of Clan life. "He's still on your case? He needs to lighten up. Maybe Fawnspots should start slipping thyme in his freshkill, he seems very tense." she murmured as she greeted the charcoal she-cat with a slightly more-than-polite bump of her nose to the GladeClan she-cat's cheek. One riot,one ranger! 05:37, February 24, 2019 (UTC)
Fawnspots pressed her muzzle into his cheek. "No one will be kicking you out for something that you had no control over. I'm sure Divestar will understand. They're a good leader, and they will never judge you for what happened. Also, Sealblaze will have to get over it. No queen will purposely throw out kits unless she's heartless. Fawnspots shifted around him comfortingly, her tongue rasping over his ears in a motherly manner. The action made her heart pang. Did Shellskip know that she had been a mother once? But her whole litter passed before their first moon had finished. She missed them so much but she pushed it from her mind, Shellskip needed her right now, not her kits.
Flicking her ear, the delicately built smokey she-cat twitched as Otterthorn summoned her. Nervous energy surged through her paws, that same fear that she felt when Otterthorn vanished that day, leaving her behind and confused as to whether she did something wrong or overspoke. Stiffly she stood up and padded anxiously over to the deputy, ignoring the prickling glare of Sharpeagle at her back. At her light words, Shadefern relaxed a little, "He-he's always on my case... But maybe that should h-happen..." she mewed softly, her gaze staring at her paws before startling up at the more than friendly bump of Otterthorn's nose on her cheek, her fur fluffing up in surprise before being forced to lay flat
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