Whitebird

Whitebird is MarshClan's oldest and most experienced medicine cat. She is very skilled at her job, and derives great pleasure from mixing herbs and experimenting to discover new remedies and concoctions to share with her fellow medicine cats. However, she has a tendency to set her own rules, and she has a sense of humor that some cats may find to be a bit too much for them. She pretty much does whatever she wants for her own amusement, and enjoys nothing more than teasing her Clanmates, but deep down she is a thoughtful and caring cat. She's been a mentor to three different cats, two of whom have died. F.
Name- Whitebird
Gender- She-cat
Clan- MarshClan
Rank- Medicine cat
Family- Sootsnow (sister), Stormclaw (brother), Darksplash (father, deceased), Fernfrost (mother, deceased), Emberglow and Moon (nieces), Void (nephew, deceased), Duckfeather (foster mother, deceased), Scorchstripe (foster brother, deceased), Ivybranch and Petalleaf (aunts, deceased), Fawnflower (cousin)
Friends- Formerly Cherrycloud, Motheye (kinda), and Hazewish. They're all dead, though. Currently, probably just Featherwhisper.
Enemies- Don't. Don't be her enemy. Just don't do it.
== Appearance and Personality ==
==== Appearance ====
Whitebird is a thick-furred white she-cat with an overall sturdy build. There are striped dark gray splashes and flecks mottled across her body, and her eyes are light green. There is a tiny scar parting the fur on her left foreleg from accidentally scratching herself on a sharp tree branch as an apprentice. She had been too stubborn to treat the scratch, and it became infected, and thus never healed properly.
Also, she's kinda old. She is an elderly gal. So she's going a little gray, she's a bit scruffy, all that stuff. But she's a toughie.
==== Personality ====
Whitebird is sassy and hilarious and wonderful. I'm too lazy to go into detail, so if you really want to know, just look at her quotes. They're all you need to see. She's amazing and we all love her. So do you.
Update:
Due to recent events, disregard everything above. Whitebird is sort of depressed and serious now. She lashes out at almost everything now and is kind of an emotional mess. She's not exactly fun or cheeky at all at the moment, because everyone she knows is dying and it's kind of her fault. She feels pretty bad about that. Sorry, folks. Maybe she'll cheer up once the plague is over, but for now, she's Sadbird.
== Backstory ==
==== Kithood ====
Whitekit was born in MarshClan to Fernfrost and Darksplash. She got along fairly well with her siblings. She argued with Stormkit a lot, but it was generally all in good fun. She got along fine with Sootkit. She also hated the guts of Scorchkit, though, another kit in the nursery, Oh, and Whitekit was her father's favorite kit, although he never would have admitted it.
She existed for, like, four moons and did nothing special. She got into trouble sometimes, usually being dragged into some sort of escapade by Stormkit. On one occasion, he made her and Sootkit follow him into the tunnels. They got lost until Darksplash found them, and then Fernfrost yelled at them. Whitekit was pretty mad at Stormkit for that.
She took an interest in herbs fairly early on, and somewhat looked up to MarshClan's medicine cat at the time, Cherrycloud. She would visit the medicine den to learn about herbs and help with minor things whenever she had the chance.
When she was five moons old, however, Fernfrost fell ill with greencough. It was pretty bad. She had to be isolated in the medicine den for a while. Whitekit was sort of fretting about it a lot, and she did her best to help Cherrycloud treat her. She actually seemed to be getting better after a few weeks, so she was allowed to return to the nursery. Unfortunately, they dun goofed. They got siked. Whitekit was playing around with Stormkit and Sootkit when Fernfrost just randomly died. Whitekit went and got Cherrycloud, but it was too late. That was pretty jarring. Whitekit wasn't happy about that.
She and her siblings were watched over by Duckfeather - Scorchkit’s mother - for the last moon of their kithood. Whitekit's rivalry with Scorchkit slackened a bit, but mostly just because she was too miserable to put effort into antagonizing him anymore. She became much closer with both Cherrycloud and Darksplash, and she decided that she wanted to follow the path of a medicine cat. A few days before she was apprenticed, a white feather was found in front of the medicine den. Cherrycloud interpreted this as StarClan's confirmation that Whitekit was the correct choice.
==== Apprenticeship ====
Whitepaw was apprenticed to Cherrycloud, just like she wanted. She had a pretty tight bond with her mentor, seeing her as something of a secondary maternal figure. She had a good mind for herbs and was not at all squeamish when it came to blood and other such things. Through support from Cherrycloud and the rest of her family, she eventually got over Fernfrost's death and stopped blaming herself for it. She also got to yell at her brother once for manipulating kits into stealing her herbs, which she found to be quite satisfying.
When she was eight moons old, Stormpaw left MarshClan in favor of FallClan's waters. Whitepaw didn't necessarily understand the appeal, but she respected his decision anyways. MarshClan and FallClan were right beside each other, so she figured she would still see him often enough. She established a better bond with Sootpaw, though.
One night, two moons after Stormpaw's departure, Darksplash was caught outside during a vicious storm. He tried to take shelter beneath one of the moor's few trees, because he's an idiot, but unfortunately, one of the branches snapped off and hit him in the head, killing him. His body wasn't found until the next morning, and there was nothing anyone could do by that point. Whitepaw accompanied Sootpaw, who had recently become a messenger apprentice, to FallClan in order to share the news with Stormpaw.
The rest of Whitepaw's apprenticeship was pretty much uneventful. She missed her parents, but she moved on fairly quickly. She helped to deliver her younger cousin, Fawnkit, and was pretty grossed out by the whole process. She remained on good terms with her siblings, although she never did grow more fond of Scorchpaw. She also found Fawnkit wandering around by OrchidClan’s border once, having gotten lost while trying to explore with Sootpaw and Scorchpaw. Whitepaw yelled at her and took her back to camp. It was fun.
She didn’t really do much for the last several moons. She just existed and chilled with Cherrycloud. She also made fun of Sootpaw for walking into a beehive once. Sootpaw didn’t think it was funny.
==== Medicine Cat Life ====
Whitebird received her suffix as a nod to the feather that had landed her the role of a medicine cat. Things were chill for a while, but Cherrycloud was starting to get old. Eight moons after Whitebird became a full medicine cat, Cherrycloud died, accidentally falling into one of FallClan's lakes and bashing her head into a rock while collecting herbs. She drowned. Whoops. Whitebird was pretty bummed about that, but she was determined to do her best for her former mentor and for her Clan.
While serving her Clan for the next several moons, Whitebird discovered that she enjoyed mixing herbs into various concoctions and finding new cures to different illnesses herself. So far, she has created poultices for infections, fever, bellyaches, and cracked paw pads. She is still working on improving their tastes without messing up the effects. She also found - accidentally, might I add - that badgers tend to be repelled by the scent of boxwood, so whenever she can, she tries to leave branches of it scattered near the entrance of MarshClan's camp to ward them off.
Several moons later, Whitebird received Mothpaw as her apprentice. Their relationship was pretty rocky, and Mothpaw was always quiet and seemingly intimidated by Whitebird. They had their moments where they worked well together, but overall, their personalities just didn't clash well. Mothpaw earned her full name, Motheye, once Whitebird deemed her ready.
At some point, Duckfeather died and Scorchstripe left MarshClan. Whitebird was a little bit unhappy about Duckfeather, but quite honestly, she couldn't have cared less about Scorchstripe. Stormclaw told Whitebird and Sootsnow about his new girlfriend, a loner named Hazel. Whitebird hated her immediately. She wasn’t surprised at all when Stormclaw told her they’d broken up several moons later.
She did nothing notable for an excruciatingly long amount of time. She accompanied Minkflower to the Moon Falls so that she could receive her nine lives. She also had a run-in with HorizonClan's messenger, Mistrunner, in which she got to argue with Lavenderstar - the leader of OrchidClan - about comfrey. Also about whether or not Mistrunner intentionally tried to drown Oatfoot, Lavenderstar's brother. That was fun.
When she was, like, forty moons old, Stormclaw came to visit her and Sootsnow in MarshClan, but he brought his daughter, Emberpaw, with him. Whitebird got to meet her niece. They exchanged some stories about their youth, and Whitebird gave Emberpaw free access to her den's honey supply. It was cool. She was glad when Emberpaw became a warrior under the name of Emberglow.
Scorchstripe came back to the Clans at around this time, although he joined OrchidClan and brought three kits with him- Applekit, Foxkit, and Redkit. He died less than a moon later, before Whitebird could have a chance to reconnect with him. She was a little bit bummed about that, but she didn’t let it bother her too much. She’d never gotten along with him anyways.
Soon, a new apprentice, Hazepaw, joined Whitebird and Motheye in the medicine den. Officially, Hazepaw was Motheye's apprentice, but she worked with Whitebird, too. Whitebird got along better with Hazepaw than she ever had with Motheye, although her relationship with her first apprentice did improve slightly after Hazepaw moved in.
She helped Basilpool deliver Canyonmist’s kits, Pepperkit and Wolfkit. She called them balls of slime and got yelled at for it. She thought it was hilarious. Both of the kits were healthy, though, and despite her remarks, she was happy for her Clanmates and glad to have new kits in MarshClan.
Things were chill for a while. Once, Minkstar, Jaggedwatcher, and Crowfang were attacked by a loner named Laurel. Crowfang's throat was bitten, and Chivepaw and Viceroypaw ran to fetch Whitebird and Motheye. They were able to heal everyone, and no lasting damage was done.
Minkstar approached Whitebird at one point, thinking that she was expecting Firestorm’s kits and seeking confirmation. After teasing her about it a bit, as was mandatory, Whitebird affirmed that she was indeed pregnant. She was glad for her leader, but a bit worried about how Lavenderstar would take it, since the OrchidClan leader had recently closed her Clan’s borders. This potential crisis was averted when Firestorm joined MarshClan, though.
One day, Sootsnow approached Whitebird and Motheye and proposed an idea to them. She said that since Eelstride, FallClan's medicine cat, was missing a leg and therefore could never leave her camp, they should do something to help her. The concept was that they could use strangler vines to weave planks of driftwood together into something resembling a raft. Whitebird thought that was the stupidest idea ever, but she agreed that it could work. She then sent Sootsnow and Mottlestrike, MarshClan's other messenger, to all the other Clans to ask the other medicine cats if they would be willing to help. Snakespeckle, Thawsun, and Riverhawk all agreed to do what they could. The medicine cats all began developing a plan to help Eelstride get around her territory.
Unfortunately, they would never get to carry out this plan. A horrible plague struck the Clans at around this time, and it hit MarshClan the hardest. It started when the young warrior Mintfang fell ill. Whitebird couldn't save her, and ended up contracting a mild form of the sickness herself. She unwittingly passed it onto Falconleap and Motheye. Motheye ended up dying from it, much to Whitebird's despair. She felt awfully guilty for what had happened, but by this rate, it was too late. Seedslip, Mottlestrike, Viceroytuft, Crowfang, Jaggedwatcher, and Stormstalker were developing the illness, as did Wolfkit and Minkstar, the latter of whom was still pregnant at the time. Wolfkit, Jaggedwatcher, Crowfang, Viceroytuft, and Mottlestrike all died, and Minkstar lost several lives to the disease. Whitebird and Hazepaw were struggling to keep up with their patients. When Minkstar gave birth to her kits, she was already weak, and there were too many complications to be fixed. She ended up losing the rest of her lives while kitting. The four kits - Hollykit, Warrenkit, Lapwingkit, and Chaffinchkit - survived, but their mother, MarshClan's leader, was dead.
Whitebird was feeling pretty worthless and horrible, because everyone was dying and it was partially her fault. She was afraid of passing the sickness to Canyonmist - who was MarshClan's deputy - so he received his nine lives by himself after being given detailed instructions. It wasn't long before she received word from Sootsnow that Eelstride, Riverhawk, Snakespeckle, Owlglow, and Thawsun had all been killed by the plague as well while trying to save their own Clanmates. Whitebird was pretty depressed about that, but she decided that she had to do something.
Once she was certain that her own condition was no longer contagious, she took Hazepaw to the Moon Falls and gave her the full name of Hazewish. She and Hazewish continued working to keep the rest of their Clanmates alive and healthy. For the next several moons, Whitebird sent Sootsnow to OasisClan often in an effort to help and comfort Rippledusk. Rippledusk had received his name early, at only nine moons old, for Snakespeckle and Owlglow had both died before he could complete his apprenticeship. This stopped once all of the borders were shut down, however.
Over the course of the next few moons, she lost Swishtail, Brightstripes, Thunderclaw, Spiderpaw, and Stormstalker in spite of her best efforts. She was trying really hard, though. Poor Whitebird. She needed help. And also probably therapy.
For a while after that, Whitebird was kind of serious and sad, and just tried desperately to help everyone not die. The remaining medicine cats in the other Clans - Pricklepaw, and Swallowfrost of OrchidClan, Seedpaw and Crystalrock of FallClan, Rippledusk of OasisClan, and Thundersight of HorizonClan - were all facing similar dilemmas.
During the third wave of the plague, Featherpaw began training as a medicine cat. Whitebird was afraid of getting another apprentice killed, so she made Hazewish his official mentor in spite of her youth. Whitebird was relieved to have another apprentice in the medicine den, though, as they needed all of the help they could get.
But... unfortunately, uh... Hazewish died. Yeah, she got the plague before even one moon had passed, and she was dead soon afterwards. Whitebird ended up being Featherpaw's mentor after all. She was also sort of scarred for life and really, really miserable. Oh, and she also received word from Sootnow before too long that not only had Pricklepaw of OrchidClan died, but Crystalrock and Seedpaw were also dead, leaving FallClan with only Puddlepaw, a sickly little six-moon old baby, as their medicine cat. So that was pretty stressful news for Whitebird. She sent as much advice and helpful information as she could with Sootsnow and the other, newer messenger, Flickerflight, in an attempt to help him out - and luckily, he was able to earn his full name, Puddlespirit, without too much mayhem ensuing. That was good.
I mean, Emberglow did leave FallClan for reasons I'm too lazy to specify on this page, but she would supposedly be coming back. Whitebird was actually glad for that, and relieved that her niece would be getting out of the Clans for a bit, hopefully to go someplace safer.
More recently, she helped several healthy litters come into the world- Icefall's kits, Cedarpoppy's second litter, and Basilpool's second litter. The fact that she hadn't messed anything up gave her some hope. She was afraid to be too optimistic, though. After all, she'd heard news that Yellowpaw - the OrchidClan medicine cat apprentice after Pricklepaw - had also died as quickly as she'd come. Whitebird pretty much tried to keep herself cut off from everyone unless it was absolutely necessary that she came into contact with them, which concerned Sootsnow in particular. Featherpaw was able to offer some solace, but not much.
Just as she was starting to get her confidence back, she lost Yarrowpad and Conifercob, the latter of whom having been MarshClan's mediator. She was very upset about it. She did decide that Featherpaw was about ready for his full name, though. She waited a couple of moons to make sure her Clanmates would be okay without their medicine cats for a night, and then the two of them headed off to the Moon Falls. She came to terms with her losses along the way and decided to set aside her failures with Motheye and Hazewish so that she could be proud of and hopeful for Featherpaw. She named him Featherwhisper and tbh the entire strand was sort of depressing and wholesome all at once.
Anyways, she and Featherwhisper just work together and do their best nowadays. Whitebird is also sort of able to recover from the plague’s trauma now since it’s starting to die out, but it’ll still probably take some time.
Geez, this poor woman. She's, like,, almost eighty moons old now or something. Give her a break.
== Other ==
==== Trivia ====
*She was never interested in romance. If someone had ever tried to ask her out, she would've laughed in their face and given them five seconds to escape with all of their whiskers. Don't try her.
*She is basically Gordon Ramsey when it comes to her poultices, and I hate that fact.
*She canonically sucks at Geometry Dash. Don’t question it.
*She will be the first of her littermates to die. I’m sorry. It’s true, though. Once she gets old enough, she’ll get sick and die or something and it’ll be dramatic and sad.
*Personality-wise, I can't decide if she would be a Leo or a Virgo. Yes, I'm a Zodiac sign nerd. Hush.
*Featherwhisper had better not die on her. That’s all I’m saying.
==== Quotes ====
"Whoever that was, slow down. I don't want to treat any more twisted paws today."
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"What an adventure. To be fair, I specifically told you not to go around trying to collect the comfrey, so this is all your fault. Still, you shouldn't get in trouble for it. I'm going in anyways to get some comfrey from the medicine cat, so I can try explaining to Lavenderstar that you didn't actually mean to be a furbrain, if you'd like me to."
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"Pardon my intrusion, but could I perhaps have a word with you on the behalf of the mouse-brained HorizonClanner that just went sprinting out of here?"
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"Surprise. Honestly, all I wanted was some comfrey. How did I manage to get caught up in this?"
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"Is that so? I have an idea, then. Perhaps it would be a fun exercise for you to actually talk to the cats you live with. Learn their names and all that mouse-dung instead of only learning what messages they want you to run around with."
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"Who’s the shy little thing with the scratched up face?" - (referring to Emberpaw)
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"Stormclaw, how in the name of StarClan could you fail to realize that your mate was pregnant?"
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"Hold on, there’s a discrepancy there. Stormclaw, you say it wasn’t obvious that Hazel was pregnant. But Emberpaw, you said that you were born only a moon after he left. A typical pregnancy lasts three moons, so if Stormclaw left Hazel when she was already two moons pregnant, it should have been plain to see."
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"Sootsnow, you can at least try to have some tact..."
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"Emberpaw. Which d’you like more, rabbits or fish? I’ll give you a hint. There’s only one correct answer, and it isn’t fish."
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Stormclaw: "Lay off, Whitebird."
Whitebird: "No, I don’t think I will. Emberpaw’s a part of the family, so I am now obligated to make fun of her just as much as everyone else."
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Emberpaw: "I'm FallClan and I'm proud of it."
Whitebird: "You have a right to be. Don't mistake my rudeness for rudeness."
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”Not too long ago, I noticed that we were running low on celandine. Not really a problem. I went off to go collect some, and while I was out in the middle of the moor, lo and behold, a badger came lumbering at me. Being the composed, dignified cat that I am, I heroically took off running in the opposite direction. ‘Cause, believe it or not, I wasn’t too keen on becoming fresh-kill."
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"Congratulations, Emberpaw. You’re officially enough of a family member to be subjected to dung humor. How honorable."
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"Yeah. It is, actually. As a kit, I used to help my soon-to-be mentor out a lot, especially while Fernfrost was sick. I wanted to train as a medicine cat after she died, in order to prevent other cats from having to go through that sort of thing. I guess StarClan thought I was right for the job, so they sent their approval. Whenever someone tries to tell me I’m too rough to be a medicine cat, I just tell them about that. It usually shuts them up."
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"Why, thank you. Sometimes I think I should start making scratch marks in the wall, to count every time someone tells me I’m too harsh or callous for the role. It’s quite entertaining, really."
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"For example, Emberpaw. You don’t have a very good image of yourself, do you? Probably because your mother most likely told you that you were worthless or talentless or dumb things like that fairly often? Well, we know for a fact that Hazel was full of dung, so just go ahead and disregard everything you ever heard from her. Don’t feel bad about yourself, because that’s what that crazy fox-heart would want. Love yourself just to spite her."
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"I derive great pleasure from saying helpful, inspirational things in the most thoughtless manner possible."
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"Exactly. I pretty much just do whatever I want. As long as I think it’s funny, I really don’t care how many cats I upset or confuse. I meant what I said, though. Have some faith in yourself. You’ve made it this far, so you’re definitely a pretty strong cat."
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Whitebird: "If you two want honey, get it yourselves. Emberpaw has guest privileges."
Stormclaw: "I'm technically a guest, too."
Whitebird: "Yes, but you're annoying."
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Sootsnow: "See? I’m able to get out of my duties to spend time with family. Why won’t you?"
Whitebird: "Because unlike you, I find incessant socializing to be draining."
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"You’re welcome here whenever you’d like. Oh, and you can have free access to my honey supply whenever you find yourself in MarshClan. You don’t have to ask permission. Also, keep an eye on Stormclaw, will you? I can already tell you’re ten times more responsible than he is."
- (to Emberpaw as she leaves)
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"Excellent. Have fun with Sootsnow. If she talks your ears off, drip some horsetail pulp into them. It’ll soothe the ache. It was delightful to meet you. Now shoo."
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Whitebird: "Oh. What are you pacing about for?"
Canyonmist: "What? Nothing, nothing, just thinking."
Whitebird: "Really? Wow, that's new."
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"I'm here to check up on how things are going with you and the kits, so I hope you don't mind if I prod your stomach around." -(to Basilpool)
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Whitebird: "Or it could also be because being pregnant will supposedly increase your body heat. But I’m just an old medicine cat, so what do I know?"
Basilpool: "Or maybe you're correct. I wouldn't know. It's not like I've done this before."
Whitebird: "I was being sarcastic. Of course I’m right. I know what I’m doing.”
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"Don't forget about that borage. It'll taste like a fermented hairball, but it'll help."
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Canyonmist: "Is she okay?"
Whitebird: "Nope. She contracted blackcough overnight. I'm kidding. Everything seems healthy and normal."
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Whitebird: "Make sure not to do anything stupid and hurt yourself while we’re out.”
Canyonmist: "I'm not going to be stupid."
Whitebird: "Oh, lovely. I'll add that to my list of things that are new."
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"We really only need the leaves, but the stems have a rather sweet taste. I’ve been wondering lately if it would be a good idea to shred them into pieces and add them to poultices and herb mixes to make them taste better. So when we find the dock, try to pull up the stems, too — but not the roots. We want them to grow back. If you rip the roots out, I’ll rip your eyes out.”
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Whitebird: "Oh, congratulations. Those are all the right plant. I must say, I’m almost disappointed. I was looking forward to making fun of you.”
Canyonmist: "Sounds like something you would look forward to."
Whitebird: "You know me so well."
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Whitebird: "Thanks. It’s always entertaining to tell a cat that the next time they’re having stomach pains, they’re obligated to stroll into my den and essentially have experiments performed on them instead of just eating some watermint.”
Canyonmist: "I'll have to take your word for it."
Whitebird: "It’s an honor, really. They’re getting to help out their medicine cat with something that’s potentially groundbreaking. If the poultice works, that would mean I discovered a new remedy for bellyaches. And it would tell me a lot about the properties of dock and chervil— the plants I used for it. That’s why I was low on dock. But my point is that our Clanmates should be proud to have bestowed upon them the privilege of me forcing strange concoctions down their throats.”
Canyonmist: "If you say so, Whitebird."
Whitebird: "I do say so. Wouldn't you agree?"
Canyonmist: "Um..."
Whitebird: "Say yes."
Canyonmist: "Yes."
Whitebird: "Good answer."
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"In my den, the dock goes in that little hole I dug out of the floor in the far left corner. Top row, second to last hole. Be sure to get it right, because if you drop those leaves in with the comfrey, I’m going to make you separate them yourself while I laugh at you.”
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Whitebird: "Oh, there you are. Honestly, I just finished checking just about everywhere else in the camp. Why are you and Motheye so prone to disappearing right when it’d be convenient to have you around?” 
Hazepaw: "I don't know. I was just sorting herbs..."
Whitebird: "Well, you see, herbs can only be sorted so many times before you start running out of new ways to do it. Anyways, while you were doing that, you may have noticed that we’re fairly low on tormentil. Our last batch rotted, so I threw it out. Why don’t you wrap that up and come with me to get some more?”
Hazepaw: "Okay."
Whitebird: "Wonderful. Granted, even if you’d said no, I wouldn’t have given you much of a choice, but it’s still polite to ask. And it’s more fun for both of us if you come willingly.”
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"You can act like I’m a badger if you so desire, but at least tell me which herbs you’re collecting so I know whether or not to get them myself. I have burnet and dandelion, so you don’t have to worry about picking those up.”
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"Since feverfew has short roots, it usually dies during leaf-bare, and then it’s hard to come across. So I’m trying to mix borage and lavender since both help with separate aspects of fever. I need the raspberries to sweeten it a bit. As long as it's sweet, I can trick kits into swallowing it."
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"The thing about FallClan is that it’s FallClan. It’s essentially a giant lake and it reeks of fish. The only way to get to the camp without swimming is by hopping across that tiny little trail of stepping stones they somehow thought would be helpful. So I’d rather not do that if it can be avoided.”
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"Rasperry bushes. Smallish with round leaves. Their most defining feature is the fact that there are raspberries on them."
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Whitebird: "Any luck on your end?"
Motheye: "I think I might have found one. The leaves look like raspberry leaves and the buds look similar."
Whitebird: "Yep, that's it. Good job using those namesakes of yours."
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"I left {the poultice} on the floor, so if anyone stole it or messed it up, I swear I’m going to use their whiskers as seasoning in my next mixture.”
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"I can tell I'm making progress because it smells almost edible now."
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Sootsnow: "You two know that Eelstride can never leave her camp, right?”
Whitebird: "Yes, and that’s sad and all, but quite frankly, I don’t care all that much.”
Sootsnow: "Yeah, okay, but there might be a way to help her."
Whitebird: "Oh, so you've discovered an herb that regenerates limbs? Please, do tell.”
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"That is probably the most absurd thing to ever reach my ears. That being said... it might work."
- (about Sootsnow’s plan to make a raft)
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"Yes, I daresay it would be a lot easier to get seeds from a fig than from a vine."
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Sootsnow: "Thawsun dropped it off the tree to get it to me and it didn't break. It seems pretty strong."
Whitebird: "Oh, you don't say? It's almost like it's strong specifically for the purpose of protecting its seeds. Hm."
- (about a strangler fig)
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Whitebird: "Would it be best to start poking around the border now, or perhaps another time? Or should we be slugs and tell Mottlestrike to ask Snakespeckle to do it since she's closer?"
Motheye: "Perhaps we should ask Mottlestrike. Or I can go to Snakespeckle."
Whitebird: "You could. So could I. So could Minkstar. StarClan, so could Twistwhisker. But see, I happened to be under the impression that it was Mottlestrike's job to do things like that. So maybe — maaaaybe we should leave it to him."
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Motheye: "Whitebird, do you need me to tell {Mottlestrike} anything else?"
Whitebird: "Yeah. Tell him he's a hare-brain."
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Whitebird: "It might turn out horribly, but that's how we learn. At least I'm yet to accidentally kill anybody."
Motheye: "Let's hope it's an accident, then."
Whitebird: "Oh, it probably will be. Unless some unfortunate cat botches up one of my experiments or something. In that case, who can say...?"
Motheye: "Yew berries and nightshade to make it quick. Water hemlock and foxglove to make it slow and painful."
Whitebird: "See, that depends on two things: which experiment they botched, and whether or not I'm in a merciful mood."
Motheye: "Make it three: Depends if it's a little kit and if you don't want your ears bitten off by its mother."
Whitebird: "Oh, yes. We can't have that, now, can we?"
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"If they start kicking, feel free to scream like a fox on fire. It’s reportedly quite difficult to manage words when there are tiny cats trying to squeeze out of your body. Besides, I’ve probably heard worse.”
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"Oh, lovely. Just keep calm and try not to die. Bite down on {this stick} if you need to. The bark tastes like fossilized bugs, so perhaps that can distract you from the agony for a bit. It should take longer to break than your water.”
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Canyonmist: "Sticks!"
Whitebird: "Much appreciated. Set them down near me, then get out of the nursery. Be sure to do that last part correctly. Most new fathers seem to have trouble with it.”
Canyonmist: "Is she going to be okay?"
Whitebird: "Not if you keep distracting me."
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Whitebird: "Ah, just in time. You have a son and a daughter. Everyone's healthy. Have fun fawning over them."
Canyonmist: "There's two of them?"
Whitebird: "Yes. Last I checked, one son and one daughter added up to two kits."
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"Do you need more herbs, or would you mind coughing more quietly?"
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Whitebird: "Here."
Mintfang: "Is it going to taste as bad as your concoctions usually do?"
Whitebird: "Probably, yes."
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"I’ll just be in my den. Holler if you need anything. Or, well, croak more loudly than usual if you need anything.”
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Mintfang: “T-tell Rillpaw I’m sorry.”
Whitebird: “I will.”
- Mintfang’s last words
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"You've earned this. I'm proud of you. Motheye would be, too." - (to Hazepaw right before naming her Hazewish)