Otterfang trotted off to soak more moss, as per Addercloud's instructions; as she heard Cloudspots mentioning head trauma, she gingerly turned. "I-if you f-feel tired, d-don't sleep -- I th-think," she said, breaking off into a mumble as she waited for Addercloud to confirm or deny. She placed the moss beside Addercloud; tore off a bit to offer to Cloudspots for a drink, setting it down beside the two poppy seeds.
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Ppftffp that edit
But I think it's just instead of "you will be mentored by blahblah" it'd be "I will be serving as your mentor" or something like that
"O-of course, n-no pr-problem!" Otterfang quickly and sincerely replied, feeling her ears heat up. That was the first time she had actively applied even the slightest of medical skills; as the fervor calmed, she realized just how amazing it all was; how fantastic her friend's job was. Was medicine not the antithesis of fighting? Battles opened wounds; the arts of healing closed them, mended them. Otterfang could certainly fight -- and it struck her as a wondrous thing that she was beginning to grasp that opposite of fighting, the undoing of deeds. Her ears flushed a bit hotter when Cloudspots added they've got it; being included with Addercloud as a medical team was certainly new and certainly exciting. She turned and tilted her head at Quietkit; had the kitten not heard Addercloud's request? Gently and gingerly, she said: "Wh-Wheatpaw and Stormpaw a-are waiting o-outside f-for you. D-don't worry, w-we've got it!"
Addercloud had, after all, asked that the pair of apprentices take Quietkit outside; Otterfang figured that her place at the moment was helping Addercloud do what he said was needed, and he had already implied -- through his requests -- that Quietkit vacating the premises was necessary.
Otterfang briefly recalled the moment, in her early apprenticeship, that she had considered applying to be trained as a medicine cat; how she had decided against it because she needed, deep in her soul, to prove that she could become a warrior. She had certainly proven that, as to which her name and scars attested; thus, Otterfang wondered if she would ever reconsider that choice if the option arose. After all, plenty of full warriors, in the past, had become medicine cat apprentices, despite the usual situation being a kitten or apprentice changing paths. And, with another flutter of butterflies in her stomach, Otterfang decided that she would reconsider. Addercloud would hold tryouts soon, right? The profession, in that moment, seemed so right.
Although she knew he was certainly busy at the moment, Otterfang made a mental note to ask Addercloud for a formal lesson or two in the near future.
You're fun to RP with!! You should so put a character here. :0
Whatever you end up joining with, we will need a thread between them and Otter! >_>
(I'm Lavenderpaw's RPer!!)
"I-it's k-kinda big f-for one ap-apprentice. H-how about y-you t-take a piece and br-bring the r-rest to the e-elders?" Otterfang suggested, putting down the rabbit at the edge of the fresh-kill pile. "Th-thank you! I-I'm aw-awfully glad m-myself," she replied to Pebblefur, flicking a nicked ear and smiling as she spoke. Everything seemed so fantastically normal; chatting with her clanmates, depositing that day's catch atop the fresh-kill pile, and basking in the delight of warriorhood. The chocolate molly glanced to the clouds; silently thanked StarClan for the continuation of day-to-day life.
"C'mon, Ad-Adder, th-they're all h-healed per-perfectly th-thanks to y-you! It'll b-be fine!" Otterfang replied, bounding up to Addercloud -- shortened tail pointing skyward -- and nudging him in the cheek with her nose. she smirked at him; gently and jokingly rolled her eyes at his pout. "Y-you doing o-okay?" she added, smile growing softer; she knew Addercloud better than she knew any other cat, and he was a worrisome thing. Two of his clanmates had been gored by BloodClan's ranks; Addercloud likely had some hidden feelings.
"I-I can al-always help! Th-this has been -- in-interesting," Otterfang purred, nudging Addercloud, with a giggle in her voice. Her face, however, fell when BloodClan was mentioned; she grew stiff and uncomfortable, her stomach twisting, as she looked away.
Freya bringing her to her knees; the pain all over her; the claws reaching for her pelt as she fled from torture. Otterfang, in that moment, seemed blank; then she shuddered, pressing herself against Addercloud again with a significantly less upbeat expression. Her gaze slowly drifted to Cloudspots' figure; she took a deep breath, trying to stop her shaking. And -- oh, why was she crying? That was new. "E-e-e-ex-excuse m-m-m-me," she stammered, hiding her face as she rushed into herb storage to wait out whatever the heck was happening to her. The scent and look of chamomile caught her attention, bringing to mind its typical use; calming. She debated for a moment, but grabbed herself a bit, hoping that it would help.
The scent of BloodClan washed over her; Otterfang shook, the memories all coming back. She forced her breathing to deepen and slow; closed her eyes, focusing on anything else. Otterfang had always had mental strength; and, although the attacks plagued her after her BloodClan encounter, she was determined to overcome them. She wiped the tears from her eyes as they formed; still shaking, made herself calm down just enough to stop her younger clanmate from following the scent trail.
"R-Rookkit, g-go b-back to c-camp!" Otterfang ordered, voice shaking, as she skidded to a halt in front of the kitten. She aimed to pick him up by the scruff and briskly carry him off to camp, not once looking behind her. Her breathing was broken; her eyes were wet; she kept shaking as she walked.
Otterfang had an odd sort of relationship with kittens; on one hand, she loved them and desperately wanted some of her own. On the other hand, she could not ever be a litter's "mother" in the traditional sense. The thought of kittens gave her joy at first; and then it made her think to her future, which would hopefully be spent alongside Addercloud; and then it gave her a pang of dysphoria, based on the unattainability of typical motherhood for the chocolate-furred molly. Otterfang could never be a queen; she could probably have kittens herself, sure, but absolutely not in the manner most of her female clanmates could. Thus, having just delivered a plump rabbit to the nursery and being on her way out, Otterfang had a bit of discomfort on her face as she tried to push those thoughts of motherhood away. She stopped when she saw the rather unhappy-looking Rookkit sitting outside, her thoughts pushed away for the moment; the molly tilted her head, giving a little smile at the kitten's petulant little face. "H-hey th-there," she said, ducking her head down to the little creature's level. "S-something wrong?"
Otterfang looked upon the crowd from a safe distance, fidgeting her paws. Should she dance? Should she sing? Should she turn and run? The latter seemed like the best idea, but she resisted the urge, simply standing awkwardly off to the side for the moment.
WarriorPrincess has entered the chat.
WarriorPrincess: oh, hiya skyfam! 
what's up??
"Wh-what's up?" Otterfang asked, padding up with a mouse in her jaws and a smile on her face. She settled down beside Minnownose and began to eat her own breakfast (a meal she did not usually partake in; but her near-death experience had knocked some sense into her regarding taking care of herself,) looking from the deputy, to Deadpaw, to Wheatpaw, and back. She was unsure what the conversation at hand was; something about tree-climbing?
Otterfang was considerably calmed by Addercloud's presence; she presdsed into him and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths to compose herself.
"N-Nightheart -- o-on th-the b-b-b-border -- d-d-d-dis-dis-dismem-dismembered -- St-StarClan, d-d-dis-dismembered."
Despite not knowing the warrior particularly well, seeing a clanmate so terribly gored had Otterfang quite shocked and upset. She had to take a few more breaths after her to-the-point recollection; she dipped her head and weaseled it under Addercloud's chin. Particularly with the medicine cat she knew so well, touch was something that Otterfang gave in abundance; the warmth of fur was so comforting to her, the intimacy of contact so sweet. She was crumpled against him; shaking, trying desperately to regain her composure.
Freya's smirking face. The stench of her own blood. Claws ripping at her face and shoulders.
A deep breath; another one. Kittens and butterflies and Addercloud. Her trembling eased.
"P-pieces o-of h-her e-every-everywhere," she whispered, voice pained.
WarriorPrincess: ooooo should i head down right now? what's going on?
WarriorPrincess: adder bby!! ..............whoooo exactly are u askin out...?
WarriorPrincess: oh nice!! omw <3
WarriorPrincess: addeeerrrr you should get your tail down here too!
Ottie Fang was six-foot-three and twig-thin. She was missing a left pinky; she had, in all essence, traded it for her life. Her skin was a medium-dark, warm color, her eyes were green, and her black hair was pulled into a kinky-curly bun. For a girl who could not open a pickle jar if she tried, she was outstandingly strong in other ways; she was a third-degree black belt, a confident fencer, and hunted as a hobby. Overall, Ottie was a little bit frightening if you knew her too well, but sugar-sweet and a bit shy on the outside. The girl was a recent high school graduate, and had little idea of what to do with her life -- Ottie had hypotonia, making the military and police work impossibilities, despite those being the fields where her talents were most applicable. Medicine, for the moment, was her chief consideration.
For the moment, she sat in a neighborhood cafe, sipping a fancy latte and filling out job applications. Her makeup was nicely done and she wore a pink sundress; even if she was just going out to get coffee alone, Ottie thoroughly enjoyed looking cute. A practical, camouflage, camping-style backpack was draped over the chair in which she sat, the bag adorned with cute buttons of all sorts (many of them sporting trans flags or symbols.)
Ottie pressed "submit" on an application to dig graves. She took a thoughtful sip of her latte.
WarriorPrincess: oh cmon your friend cant google.....?????
WarriorPrincess: im gonna make you tell meeeee ;3
WarriorPrincess: oh!! and im here! i see you guyssss!!
Otterfang could not force another word from her maw; she looked at Addercloud, her eyes begging him to relay the story for her. She had put it into very few words; surely, he could recall what little she had recounted. She took another deep breath -- but the shaking continued and the sobs returned. She pressed her face into Addercloud's shoulder, trying to hide her weakness from her clanmates.
Otterfang's eyes widened, her face flushing hot, as Addercloud twirled her into the fray. She nervously chuckled, sticking close to the tom; looking into those happy eyes, she quickly found herself melting into a musical number alongside him, her voice deep and beautiful, her movements graceful. Otterfang could barely look into Addercloud's eyes without her face flushing hot again; gosh, he was so adorable when he was happy!
WarriorPrincess: y'all should come it's LIT here!!!! we have weed and booze ;3
