Posts by fleecewing

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]The day was beautiful and had been since she had woken up- her second day back. The skies seemed to welcome her with a cloudless blue, and the smell of morning dew and flowers opening back up to the sun was too much to ignore. Even though she no longer held the position, she was inclined to go shuffling through the meadow where she gathered most of her herbs which was in a rather vulnerable position in the outskirts of the territory. She nosed along the trunk of a tree looking for chamomile but was interrupted by the sound of a feline approaching the border. She set the ones she had already picked under the tangled roots and approached with light paw steps to investigate.

Cheetahs had always fascinated Fleecewing and perhaps that was why she stared a little longer than usual at the graceful wildcat in front of her before regaining her composure. She knew it was rude to stare but she couldn't help it, ever since she had been little pretty things enthralled her, and even small things like the hue of the purple skullcap flower made her heart beat a little faster. Perhaps it was because as a child, ugliness has been the only thing around her. Ugly streets, ugly smells, ugly people, ugly miasma following everyone around. To see the pure and beautiful things on such a frequent basis was more than Fleecewing could have ever hoped for as a kitten.

"Ah! Hello there, miss," Fleecewing spoke quickly, dipping her head apologetically as soon as she recovered. She seemed almost too happy to see a stranger, perhaps because she was just overly optimistic- an odd set of behaviors for a feline who had been ruthlessly killed not a week prior. An easy smile flitted onto her muzzle as her silver eyes regarded the cheetah warmly, tilting her head. [b]"I'm Fleecewing. What brings you to Windclan?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]"Aww yiss," Fleecewing purred eagerly as she strolled over, her ears pricked at the words of a relaxation session. Back as a Medic Intern when free time had been frequent she had slipped off to do things like this, reclining in her cavern sanctuary with a few books on herbology and a candle for seeing, plus chamomile tea- a special concoction of hers she had never finished perfecting to share with Sam and Haborbreeze who had been Haborpaw at the time. She was honestly relieved just thinking about that. When she had become a medic she had sacrificed those things, especially after loosing her legs seeing as she couldn't get to her cave as often, but she had still frequently read books with only the moonlight to illuminate the pages as her phantom limb constantly acted up.

"Perfect~" The peach-furred tabby yawned as she immediately bounded onto a pile of about three pillows and a blanket and sunk into the fluffiness, the warmth wrapping itself around her body and seeming to swallow the small girl whole, only her nose and ears sticking out from the fluff and cushions. There were enough pillows and blankets to built a fortress, and she rather liked that concept, but right now she was a little bit stuck not that she would admit it. She snuggled further into the pillow and purred, sticking her head up to fix her silver gaze on Iditarod eagerly. [b]"This is great!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]When his paw slip and he started to fall it was like time slowed down, for a moment her chest constricted and she could only stand in horror as she watched him fall to the ground and flinched visibly when he actually hit the ground with a hard thud. All she could remember was the sound of cracking tree limbs, the shudder of the tree under her weight before she fell, the sensation of seeing ones life flash before their eyes- it was all too vivid, all too painful. When he fell she could only stand there as if ice had been poured into her bloodstream, completely frozen with a look of terror, her breathing irregular. It's not real. It's not real. I'm right here. It's fake. Only then was she able to stable her heartbeat and flash a shaking smile in return, though she clearly still seemed to tremble a little.

She followed him, but her gaze lingered on the way he favored his leg and she paused slightly, licking her maw uncertainly. Making a decision, she came to a complete halt and tilted her head at him inquisitively. "Hey- is your leg okay? That was a pretty hard fall, it has to have hurt." She shifted her weight before offering a sheepish smile, waving her tail. [b]"If you want, I can at least give you something for the pain and make sure it isn't broken or sprained. If it is, it's best to care for it quickly."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]THROWS FLEECE

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]Her gaze turned sympathetic as she nodded and met him halfway, aiming to gently lift his paw and run her own along the length of his leg, feeling for the bone with a touch that seemed featherlight yet also skilled. It was nice to know she hadn't lost her touch, she still knew how to be both gentle and effective at the same time. It had taken a lot of practice to get it that way, the first time she had felt a bone she had missed it being too light and the second time she was too forceful, but right now the most it could cause was a little flinch where the bone could be broken of the ligament sprained. From what she could tell he could hardly put any weight on it, so she figured it had to be pretty painful. She hummed under her breath with a nod, flicking her tail. "If you wait here, I can run and get poppyseeds and comfrey. I can't use herbs directly from the medic's den-" although she had been the one filling up discreetly "-but I have a personal storage that's just a bit away." With that, she gently released his paw and bounded off, diving into a smaller cave entrance and wiggling through where she found the herbs she had been burying there for later use. Guess they helped now, huh? She smirked to herself, gathering aforementioned poppyseeds and comfrey as well as a splint and bandages, figuring even if it wasn't broken it could still require a splint so it didn't sprain further.

/psst is it broken/sprained? sorry LMAO just wanted to be sure B^3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]"Of course you can stay: we'd be happy to have you!" Fleecewing's words were gentle but also kind. Some could say her days as a medic had made her sensitive to feelings of anxiety coming from her patients, but she knew it was more than that, she had been this way since the city when she had picked up on the smallest tics in her mother's behavior so she knew exactly how to act around her. She was simply hypersensitive to uneasiness and could only do her best to battle it. A warm smile graced her maw as she stepped back to allow the cheetah femme in, tail whisking happily behind her as she gave Padmé a nod of greeting as well. "Welcome to our home, Peggy!" A home- she had always wanted one, and she had finally found one, not unlike Peggy. A place to feel safe and loved.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]Sabbath. It was like the wind had been sucked out of her body, like she'd been punched in the stomach. She could hardly drag her gaze towards the female without flinching. She had left Sabbath, she had left him when he seemed to be consumed by fear, and she saw now that her absence had done nothing to help her. Had she noticed? Had she noticed how Fleecewing was long dead? So many people had been there to witness the scene of her body being crushed like powder under the weight of an invisible force before Kasai claimed her body, forced her to become a Seishin. She lowered her eyes almost shamefully.

The memories she held with Sabbath were the most precious things to her. She could never forget the sensation of warmth that being near the calico brought her, the comfort that her words gave her. It was unlike any affection she had ever received, it was the sensation of being truly needed, truly wanted that had kept her alive for so long after realizing Kasai had taken an hourglass to her life. She had wanted so desperately to live for those few people: Sabbath, Sam, Duskpaw, Felix... all of them. And yet she had eventually forgotten them, and shortly after, Kasai rose with gaping jaws to consume her whole. She shivered at the thought and realized that there were tears dripping down her cheeks: a coward's tears, a lover's tears, a child's tears. Afraid and alone.

"Sabbath..." she breathed, her name sounding almost foreign on her tongue as she tasted it again. She was filled with an intense yearning. It had been so long since she had been able to say her name, and hearing it now made her heart soar. She was still here, she could still hold her. Not that she figured Sabbath would want it when she was in such a gory state, but... later. She would never let her go. Perhaps it was her more possessive side screaming her name, but she also felt it was more than that. Something deep inside her that was the same child left locked away for days on end in the musky cellar with nothing but the rats to accompany her. She closed her eyes. "It's me, Sabbath. Fleecewing." Would she be disgusted? Afraid? Overwhelmed?

Wintersoldier's words caught her ears and she paused, staring at the blood coating her throat. These injuries were not her own, they belonged to her mother who had sacrificed her life because she hated the monster she had become. And now... Fleecewing was that monster. She could already feel the ache in her stomach seeing as her mother hadn't eaten in a long time and she desperately tried to ignore it, pressing a weak and rather unconvincing smile on her maw. As false as it was, she was happy, she really was. She had everything she wanted right here. A home. A family. A life. What more could she have ever asked for? Even the greediest soul would be content with such luck and she was grateful, it was almost overwhelming. "No, I'm... uninjured. The blood is... mine, but it's a long story...." Remembering what Sabbath had said, she shakily rose to her paws before realization struck her.

I can walk. Which was followed by: I can run. And then... I can climb. Her heart beat a cacophony of thuds as she realized this and she nearly fell backwards, trying to remember how to use her back legs without the, dragging uselessly behind her. She glanced back at the, with a mixture of awe and shock before licking her bloodied maw uncertainly. Would she ever climb again? Her old body had so many months of training equipped and a slender, lean body fit for moving quickly and agilely among the trees. Was this body the same? She couldn't tell, it was too starved. She shifted her weight uncomfortably. [b]"Cleaning the blood off is a good idea."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify](I FEEL U MY MUSE IS SO FLUCTUATING and gotcha!! omg fleece is gonna baby him)

She nodde in agreement, her eyes softening. It was worse than she expected, then, but she could still heal it and broken paws were pretty common. She gave a light, easygoing laugh, hoping to ease his tension and pain as she offered a poppyseed to help numb the pain but not knock him out. She had broken a bunch of homes before not to mention healed twice as many, plus it had been one of the first things Sam and Cloudhouse had taught her. She purred at the memory. "You're pretty lucky you were with me, huh?" she teased, though there was no real malice behind it. She waved her tail as she started to chew the comfrey into a poultice, unwrapping the bandages and aligning the sanded down wood plank to his leg. She remembered Sam chiding her for using an uneven stick once, and since then she had been careful not to do that. She finished the poultice and aimed to apply it along the break with a light touch, making sure not to further injure him as she applied it along the swelling areas of the break. Then she would add gauze over top before placing the splint along the break and aiming to wrap it up and complete the makeshift cast of sorts. She released his paw with a proud smile, her intensely focused state evaporating to relief. "There! It should heal quickly as long as you don't put too much weight on it... I'd go to the medic's to get it checked every day or so just to be safe."

/weeps @ 420 post

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]Fleecewing had come to the realization that she was more enthusiastic about spring than she formerly thought: the nice breeze and smell of life blooming in the territory calmed her nerves and it led the feline to try and hunt. Of course, the moment she lunged for the mouse she got a whiff of pollen and suddenly collapsed with a massive sneeze, causing the mouse to pelt off instantly. She scowled and lashed her tail. [b]"Darn!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]i never made this so have at it!!! ill put them in spoilers (: also just to clarify this is her opinions on your character ;^))

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]"Ahaha! You caught it!" Dhe literally bounced a little bit with joy as she bounded over to Sabbath, aiming to briefly head it the other with a soft smile. She glanced up at her friend with a warm look in her eyes. "Spring is great and all, but I appear to have allergies..." she murmured before breaking off with a sheepish grin. [b]"What're you up to? Wanna hunt?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]done!!!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]She nodded in agreement, wiggling her haunches. "This is the first spring I've ever experienced! I was born late spring but I lived in the city so it only ever rained." She glanced at the blue sky eagerly and waved her tail, bounding forward with a childish giggle. "Awesome! I need to touch up on my skills, I haven't hunted in what feels like ages... but I still bet I can catch more than you, because my ego doesn't allow failure!" She sped off with a challenging grin.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]omg fleece and win thread?? she might challenge him to something being fleece or literally talk him to death or somethign LMAO

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]She sped ahead of him with her tail waving mockingly. "Challenge accepted~" she sang over her shoulder in a carefree manner, ears twitching eagerly as she focused on the hunt. Now that she realized from the cage of the city she could run free, and in the slightly bouncy gait of hers she was almost like a frolicking filly. She parted her jaws, catching scent of a rabbit and suddenly darting to the side ducking in the grass. She hovered before leaping out like a spring and crashing down on the rabbit, missing by a whisker. It tried to escape but her paw lashed out quickly and she snatched it back to give it a killing blow. [b]"Aha! Got one!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]i can't seem to post without getting a missing thread notification

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify](thanks omg i was reading this thread when it crashed LMAO so it disappeared from my unread replies)

She purred at his childish behavior, finding it rather endearing even though he was almost twice her age. The peach-furred femme gave a nod of her head as she stood up and stretched, licking her maw to get the bitter taste of comfrey out of her teeth. That had been one of the less fortunate tasks of being a medic, having to taste everything you poultices. She made a face before giggling and standing up. "Yeah, if you're up to it I'd love to keep going! We'll avoid places that are hard to scale, since your paw, and I'm also a little out of shape..." she admitted with a little laugh, before passing forward with her tail waving in a carefree manner. "Oh! I bet we could find a rabbit hole if we looked hard enough- maybe we could ambush them." She loved hunting and wanted to get back into it even though this body didn't consume normal prey.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]DONEZO

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]THERES TWO PEGGYS LMFAOOO
im awful i somt have a lick of artistic talent LMAO

I HAVE MUSE TO POST BUT LONG POSTS KILL ME ive bbeen posting advanced for the last couple days on cc so im drained af

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]She realized now how disgusting of a monster her mother was, and how horrible it felt. The incident she had seen as a child was nothing compared to actually eating the flesh of your own kind. She stared at the feline beneath her paws as if terrified it would lurch out at her, but that was impossible because it was dead. Still. Lifeless. It had a family, hadn't it? It had to. And she had torn it away from them. She couldn't imagine the pain Duskpaw had to go through until she stood here now over the still warm corpse and realized that it was her selfish desire to live that had caused this death. She hadn't been able to control herself... she was starving. It had been a loner, seemingly lost, and she had attacked without thinking. And now it was dead. A shudder crawled up her spine as she pulled away from the corpse with blood dripping from her jaws, horrified and sickened. It seemed that the flesh she had consumed was the only thing that could sustain her just like blood sustained Duskpaw and a vegetarian diet sustained Sam, but this was much worse, to actually taste its flesh in her mouth. Before she realized it the cream tabby had turned and vomited all the contents in her stomach, the very little she had actually eaten- her mind so disgusted of herself that it actually made her hurl. She crouched, gasping for air as the blood continued to drizzle down her muzzle, her paws gripping the ground as she shuddered. The hunger was so intense she could barely see, but it clashed with her disgust and she could hardly breathe because of it, chest heaving wildly. "What have I... what.... Oh, God, I...."