[❆] ALL ETERNALS DECK | making gift bags!

[CELANDINEPAW]

If the barn cats were good at one thing, it was sentimental gestures.

Hay plucked liberally from the ends of Horseplace's bounds lie below Celandinepaw's diligent paws, like the bales had given themselves up for her so freely - not entirely, as she had simply lingered upon the ends of wild-worn, wooden fences. She figured that if the workfolk truly counted each and every filament of brittle hay, then they would not leave them so haphazardly along the swept floors. Hay was much different than the fragile leaves that she had learned to discern between, for they curled into fists and shook away into the wind as soon as the winter came. Perhaps it would be a nice alternative to sleeping on mosses and wildgrasses. She wrapped them less elegantly in brittle leaves and silken cobwebs, as though swathed in whatever scraps lie on the frostbitten ground next, though what better gift than that of the earth? A few bundles of nest-material even got feathers that would have otherwise been discarded when the carcasses of prey-birds provided all of the sustenance possible. If she were to give this out to the queens, kits, and elders, she had to work quickly and duly. The medicine cat apprentice hummed an unknowable tune, one that ran amok in tune like a yarn unspooling, unraveling and becoming one with the chaos of the winds. It was once a Horseplace melody, a call to hard and thankless work. Such a song had morphed into a mere imitation, held together only by threads of vague memories of childhood.

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧, 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 ( .☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁ ) 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡, 𝗢𝗛 𝗡𝗢

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  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★★★☆☆ ACHES — ★★★☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★★★☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★★ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★★☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & SHE / HER & 16 MOONS
  

  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild. Broad-shouldered and tall compared to her smaller clanmates, she stands out through a Windclan crowd.
  —— Outgoing and terribly saccharine, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan as one of their healers. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed. She also tends to follow her own personal code and will often go for a safe, painless option.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[JAYKIT]

Jaykit doesn't like going near the medicine cat's den; the pungent scent of herbs irritates his nose and makes him want to gag. But, watching Celandinepaw weaving something together piqued his curiosity. Puffing out his fur, Jaykit pads closer to the den. Wrinkling his nose at the stench of herbs. His rounded eyes lock onto the mysterious bundles at the medicine cat apprentice's paws.

Golden straw-like blades of grass are the centerpiece of the bundles. Jaykit tilts his head. He's never seen grass like that before. It even smells funny. Maybe it's some type of herb. But, then, why is Celandinepaw making little bundles out of them? Some even have feathers nestled within.

"What's that?" Jaykit finally says once he couldn't figure it out on his own. He gestures to the hay with a tip of his muzzle. "...And, uh, what're you doing with it?" His best guess is that it's a medicine cat thing. They sure do seem to love plants, after all.

ooc ⪼﹕ INFO

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• ■■■■■■■ ✶ jaykit. kit of windclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𖤓 amab male, he/him | aroace, single
  𖤓ㅤ 3 moons old | ages every 1st
  𖤓ㅤ descendant of barn cats | mentored by none
  𖤓ㅤ sh blue point
  𖤓ㅤ npc xx npc | close with ???
  𖤓ㅤ written by nico, ic opinions | tags‎

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[FEATHERSPINE]

When Featherspine wasn't on a patrol, she found her skin crawling for something to do... often that ended up being listening, merely. And swooping in when a kitten ended up too far from the nursery, perhaps. If nothing else, to stop them poisoning themselves by accident, if no one was watching. And he could not deny that Celandinepaw's nearby ... shuffling had angled his ears, certainly. Picking of threads, and then the chirp of Jaykit's voice... white paws pattered toward the scene.

It wasn't foolish curiosity, he would assert. Simply... usefulness, for perhaps the medicine cats wold want Jaykit ushered away. Though there was part of him that wondered whether this was something to do with medicine cat duty, the rational part of Featherspine knew it was not. Wolfsong had never done such a thing ... this was something else entirely.

"Meticulous." Featherspine observed, slitted pupils soaring over each little hay-bale, parcel of nature itself. Her nose crinkled a little, wondering what the practicality of all of this was... or whether it was simply showing off. She supposed Jaykit had already soared down that avenue, though. "I do hope you p-p-put just as much effort into the nests your puh-p-patients have to sleep in."​

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[SOOTSPOT]

Gifts were, and had always been, transactional. Sootspot did not have the digits to keep count of how many had given Sootstar presents in hope of receiving something in return, nor how many times the other apprentices had gifted him a free mossball victory in hopes of appeasing his family. It was easy to believe, with such scepticism and isolation, that he was the only cat in the known world to give gifts without expectation. Time and time again he had given himself for his clan, his presence was the best present of all - a little recognition had hardly seemed like a world-ending gesture of good will. Yet, he stood amidst the selfish and the sinners as an equal and somewhere, despite all attempts not to, he couldn't help but be somewhat bitter.

He tilted his head like a wayward owl, wondering what Celandinepaw herself wanted in return for such a gesture. It was no tradition of WindClan's to smother presents with useless leaves, yet the medicine cat crafted them as if her very life depended on it.

Sootspot blinked when he'd deduced it: forgiveness, for when her secrets became heavier than the burden of appeasing everyone.

"You must show us how to do that," he smiled a wanton smile, lashing his tail in greeting. "I know some felines who would appreciate such a... fun way of doing things." Showing his children how not to give gifts would help them.

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