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Even the sanctuary of deities could not be shielded from bloodbath and ruin. Somehow, despite Celandinepaw's stubbornness in worshipping the dust and the bones, she had always conceptualized the Moonstone as a sacred area of prayer and study. After all, who would dare kill another where the dead...

Worries about Cottonsprig fluttered within Celandinepaw's heart, and refused to die even as her mentor's injuries did in its gravity. In the world of medicine, there were never any guarantees - simply gambles that one took, chances that one latched onto for the slightest slivers of hope. In that...

Celandinepaw was no stranger to isolation from those she should consider her peers. Even now did some whisper of her inadequacy, twisting tangles of rumor and truth alike. She had soent seasons by Windclan's side at this point, and yet she could not help but feel as though she were a burr stuck...

Sun-drenched clouds clambered overhead, and such peaceful hours made Celandinepaw truly appreciate the springtime when it came. She hardly remembered how ruinous the wintry winds once were, and what was once a sharpened weapon now dulled into a listless blade. Now, the weather would only tug...

First, she would be summoned by name, and then the overwhelming metallic scent of sanguine followed. Asterpaw's form blocked the light that filtered into the medicine cat den, fur frayed and fluttering. Before she could even ask the young apprentice what was wrong, the golden molly stood upright...

Fictitious eyebrows furrowed as Whispersong spoke, as the older molly seemed to be privy to a vibrant world that would not reveal itself to the medicine cat apprentice. There existed a jealousy that simmered upon her beating heart, a shifting discomfort that Celandinepaw could never share. After...

Watching Cottonsprig return to camp with those horrible gashes across her belly had been far from easy for Celandinepaw. "Celandinepaw!" A strained voice called for her, though she could not recall who it was then, and she saw her mentor slumped at the side of the warriors who took her back. The...

Unluckily for her, Celandinepaw happened to be in the area where both her mentor and the adder were. Cottonsprig sent her out on another solo gathering expedition, though she did enjoy the peaceful repetition of the tasks at hand. It was not until a tangle of commotion brushed into her ears...

"Y'guysh too?" Celandinepaw's muffled voice sounded as she practically barrelled into the little reprieve that the outcrop of stone held for the Windclanners. The medicine cat apprentice almost smashed her snout against the stone, though pivoted so that her flank could bear the brunt of the...

Hunting mice was ingrained in Celandinepaw's blood, much like the mottled stripes that dotted her yellow coat. Growing up as a mouser made her see prey as nothing more than the results of her job, with each corpse another trophy of her hard work. It seemed that the Windclan cats had a different...

Something that Celandinepaw had taken for granted during the winter was the absence of the creepy, crawling insects all around the moorlands. She counted it as a blessing in disguise, as she had been able to peruse through her herb stores without the worry of a beady-eyed spider or a slithering...

Celandinepaw wasn't sure which inclement weather she hated more - the damp rain or the suffocating snow. For one, leaf-bare coated the entire open moorlands in a blanket of coldness, apt to devour unsuspecting cats with its deceptive simplicity. On the other hand, new-leaf drenched the colorful...

It was not unheard of for the barnyard animals to become imbued with a sense of adventure, or otherwise venture off past the wooden barriers of the Horseplace. It was a rarity, as the hounds often circled thrice more times than they must. However, not even a hawk-eyed canine could account for...

New-leaf arrived avidly and fervidly, and before the white and the ice had a chance to whistle out one last song, the greenery and the florets rushed to take their place. Cold weather retreated from whence it came, and the rest of winter ambled off with its metaphorical tail between its legs. Of...

One of the aspects of Windclan that Celandinepaw loved most was that the stars laid themselves out fully and beautifully above them. At the Horseplace, the smokestacks and the lamplights often overshadowed the great beauty that splayed just beyond their noses and whiskers. Now, she could see the...