pafp [❆] JENNY FROM THEBES | gingerbread cookies

[CELANDINEPAW]

Celandinepaw found herself at the Horseplace at least every other day now. It seemed a cruel sort of irony, at first, since the patrolmakers would always assign her to patrol with the barn as a moor runner. Sorta funny to make me do that. Just 'cause I'm from the Horseplace doesn't mean I'd like to be reminded of it every single day. The spotted tabby had thought in the moment. Perhaps it was a sort of hazing ritual, a test to see if she'd turn tail once she found out that Windclan wasn't all fun and games. It soon turned into her volunteering to mark the borders at Horseplace, then to gather the coveted herbs around the border... (There was always someone she looked for to break up the monotonous silhouettes, though she never did greet her.)

The spotted tabby ambled along the perimeter of the wooden fences, sand-shorn hues like light swimming between the cast shadows, a girl that existed just outside of her home. Bittersweet feeling, some hybrid between saccharine nostalgia and acerbic regret, pooled upon her maw like saliva. Whiskers twitched as she searched along the barren ends, attempting to find any herbs that had not been claimed by cruel winters. It wasn't until something crumbled underneath her step that she had been stricken from her stupor, and it felt like a pulverulent sort of soil underneath her pawpads, though still somehow holding its form...? She held her paw up, sniffing at it gently. It was an artifical sweetness, far more than any of the pungent herbs that she had come to know. Those Twolegs really like their weird flavors, huh? "Look at this! I've definitely seen this before. The workfolk eat it during the holidays." She held up her crumb-dusted paw to Scorchstorm, though the brownish cookie's remnants stood upon her feet like compacted malm, of which fascinated her much more than it should have. She glanced down and saw an oddly-shaped stone, cracked and craggy. "Though, I don't think we can eat it. Let's not try."

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

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Please wait for @SCORCHSTORM !
  
  

  ❁ — 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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