camp ❆ ALL I KNOW // successful hunt

[Daisywatcher.]

THE CORVIDS ARE CALLING
WARNING THE FOREST A PREDATORS APPROACHING​

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daisywatcher & 23 moons & feminine & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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It is a rare thing, this leaf-bare at least, that daisywatchers efforts are rewarded. Ever since leaf-bare had set in early, with a chill that had shaken hte golden molly to her very core, she'd been battling her failures. Herbs, bedding, prey - it hadn't mattered. But as the blizzard passes and things calm, so it seems, does her luck. The tunneler sets out alone that morning - save, of course, for her partner. And when she returns at sunhigh, its with her head held high - a mouse held tightly in her jaws. It is not the biggest prey, not by far - not even in the small tunnelers jaws - but it is a meal that they would not have had otherwise. Two-toned gaze glimmers as she sets it down carefully amidst the pile, turning to speak to nearest clanmate with a twitch of her whiskers. " Another belly filled - do you think our luck will hold? " all things considered, windclan had been lucky after all - to still have full bellies these days.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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A M - I - I N - D A N G E R - ━ - O R - A M - I - T H E - T H R E A T - ?

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[cottonsprig]

"Oof, I sure hope it does," Cottonsprig responds as she noses around the fresh kill pile for a moment. The fresh mouse is tempting, admittedly, but her sister's kits are still learning how to eat meat (or... are they all fully weaned now?) and something warm would encourage them more. She's grateful that this season seems to have taken it easy thus far, despite its abnormal, early start. Even more grateful is she that despite the bouts of whitecough and frostbite, most of their warriors are still capable of hunting and returning with meals to be had.

The apprentices... are another story.

"Are the tunnels growing colder?" Cottonsprig tugs a day-old mole closer to her, holding her composure even though morsels of her wish to be upset with the less desirable meal.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[downyfur]

No, never. There will always be something for WindClan after it seems like everything that could happen has already happened. Maybe this Newleaf it'll be floods instead of fires, and their livelihood will be drowned in muddy water. Maybe the continued loss of her kin will be too much and Scorchstar will leave them too, whether in the pawprints of Sunstar and Wolfsong, or simply lost to the elements like her lead warrior.

"You never know," they meow ambivalently. Directing a smile towards Daisywatcher, she adds, "Nice catch though." The mouse is small, but it's more than Downyfur has caught today. They're scheduled for an evening patrol, but it wouldn't hurt to go out before that to see if they could scrounge something up from the tunnels. She spares a glance towards Cottonsprig, wondering whether her wayward apprentice would be allowed to join today.

"They're alright," Downyfur answers. "Sometimes they're warmer than the surface, even. The cold makes some of the dirt more crumbly though..." They try to meet Daisywatcher's mismatched gaze. Scorchstar was the only tunneler-by-trade remaining on the council, and she was far too busy to concern herself with tunnel upkeep. Still, she longed for orders, something to do about it all.​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

It's difficult, but Sedgepounce tries to believe that life is a good, desirable thing punctuated by the occasional hardship. Leafbare is hard, but Newleaf always comes. Hungry bellies will become full again. The covered sun will brighten. It's not exactly an agreeable mindset the throes of difficulty, but it's easier than believing in the alternative.

So it's not so much that their luck will hold, he thinks—it's more that they're always lucky, until sometimes they're not.

"With your skills, Daisy? We'll be feasting daily," Sedgepounce meows warmly, giving his clanmate a good-natured bump of their shoulders. There's a tiredness around his eyes, a present weight lodged in the back of his mind. The optimism he musters is flimsy and shatters readily when he thinks about Bunnypaw or Foxglare or other things, but...it's still there.

He warms a little at the shared attempts for kindness that Cottonsprig and Downyfur make, reaching for a piece of prey to share with friends.
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