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Periwinklebreeze.

Periwinklebreeze.

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PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​
periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​
Peri wakes with a heave and a cough that rattles his chest - pale gaze snapping open as he jolts upright to hack away. he blinks around blearily - the last thing he remembers is playing in the nursery, the rest is naught but a blur of voices all tangled together and the sensation of being carried away. The scent of herbs is strong and it makes his nose sting and wrinkle - he want's to sneeze, but he doesn't think he can. []b"Wha- happ'n"[/b] he mumbles sleepily, glancing about in curiosity

// this can be super casual if you'd like but i'd love to roleplay out a bit of dandy forcing peri to try out herbs @Dandelionwish
 

He was genuinely baffled by Perwinklekit's ailments. It seemed like many things all at once but at the same time something he wasn't even a little sure on how to deal with. The sudden sleeping was alarming to say the least, but he knew coughs and how to deal with those. The issue was worrying over if the symptoms overlapped or were the result of just one big issue he couldn't see. It was a little worrisome and he pondered how to manage it, small amounts of herbs wouldn't be too dangerous so there was no reason he couldn't experiment a little. The only problem would be encouraging the point kitten to keep trying different bitter plants in a bid to determine what worked. Dandelionwish made a face at the thought, knowing how much he disliked making poultices because of how sharp the taste of marigold and dandelions were. Couldn't really blame the kits for never wanting his medicine.
The soft shuffling on the nest has him turning around him perusing his stores to regard the smaller tom, the mumbled query met with a calm if not a bit nervous smile, "Mornin' Periwinklekit! Ye had a lil tumble and went and took a nap in the middle o'camp! Sounds like ye got a pretty bad cold." Maybe, still debating that, but the medicine cat continued, "I got a few things ah want ye to give a try?" The dock leaf he had been preparing was slowly pulled over with a quick bite to the stem and drag back, displaying the tiny and cut bits of various plants there-none much larger than a claw scoops amount.


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PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​
periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​
Listening to the explaination attentively, his eyes widen in suprise - had he really passed out? Another yawn has his jaws parting forcefully, only to wrinkle his nose as the sharp tang of herbs penetrates his senses. Clear blue gaze stares forlorly at the pile - was dandelionpaw being serious? A hesitant glance at the older tom reveals a look of pity and a smile that doesn't quite reach amber eyes. "Oh," he says dully, staring at the herbs as though they might spring up and attack him at any moment. Another cautious sniff, and he braces himself as he nibbles on one of the plants shoved his way - it's bitter, and he swallows it near-whole in an attempt to get rid of the acrid taste that fills his mouth and lingers on his tastebuds. "th-that's gross," he grumbles softly - he doesn't mean to be rude, but they're just so bad! He hopes whatever he chokes down next will be better.

 

"Now-now, it ain't that bad!" He gives a hearty laugh at the kitten's face, the twist of his muzzle as he realizes in disgust he is not being given a delicious treat. "Tell ye what, keep up the good behavior taking yer medicine and we can discuss some honey as a treat." He hated basically experimenting on a child but the worst he'd get was a stomach ache and he was more worried over the longterm rammifications of not figuring out a solution to this problem. Perwinklekit might grow out of it, with hope, but he could not rely on hope. His name spoke of wishes in the way one would reach out to claim something within their grasp rather than fretless whimsy and wishing things would change. It required an action and so he was taking an action. Maybe Bonejaw might know something better, perhaps he could convince the kitten's parents to let him tag along on a visit to ShadowClan's medicine cat one day.
"Ye got a few more to try now, want some water first?"

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PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​
periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​
Giving a quiet snort at dandelions idea of negotiating, he can't help but find the situation a bit funny. He feels like a rabbit, having to eat grass like this. But he supposes the healer knows best - so he'll simply have to do as he's told. Clear blue gaze glimmering in amusement, his head tips to the side ever so slightly as he peers at the ones that remain. He wonders if they'll be better or worse. Attention flicking back to the older tom, he gives a wobbly nod and a quiet "y-yes please," grateful for anything that'll make the experience even a little better to his poor senses.

 
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