pafp don't realise how mean I can be // gifts

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I AM SORRY THIS IS ALWAYS HOW IT GOES ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 13 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner​

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Yellowcough. A sickness, a plague - one that brings death on swift paws. It had been a miracle, an act of starclan that berryheart had even found a cure - and even then, supplies were dwindling down, even as more cats grew sick. At first, periwinklebreeze had been bitter - how dare wolfsong stand where he'd stoo,d where they both had. How could he get to reamin, when one of his friends was dead, the other turned traitor after being chased from their home. It had been all the worse that it'd been sunstride who'd carried vult's body back to camp - that he'd lived when his brother had not.

But time heals all wounds, or so they say - well, peri isn't so sure he's healed, but the resentment has certainly eased. This new situation has put things into perspective - their sudden need for a medicine cat and apprentice so soon, so swiftly. If they'd ot had them, where would gravelsnap be? where would azaleaforst? would he have had to burry three friends, not just one? Would peri have been left alone once more? Abandoned.

And so he waits well into the night, mind running wild with these thoughts. Until blackened paws carry him away from camp and into the darkness. He returns befre dawns light, a blackbird clutched tightly in his jaws - freshkill still warm. He moves in near silence, weaving his way through a den he knows as well as his own paws, laying it beside the sleeping toms - an apology he cano bring himself to say, but a penance he must seek anyways. And then he leaves - creepingback into his nest as though nothing has happened, closing pale blue eyes even as those around him begin to shift in their nests, waking to another days hard work.

— the wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: please wait for @WOLFSONG . peri is long gone from the scene, back in his nest pretending to sleep.
  tw/cw: contemplations of the yellowcough, mentions of death
  
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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched figure. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It is not the first time Wolfsong has found an unexpected gift of a meal, left in such a manner that was clearly intended for him. The first was, however, in the open daylight, and his gift-giver did not go farther than the den entrance. Perhaps, he thinks groggily as he regards the blackbird with a slowly blinking eye, they have grown bolder. Assuming it is the same person. Wolfsong does not yet have reason to believe it can't be attributed to the first giver; coincidences happen, but this is far too purposeful.

He uncurls slowly, hefting himself up onto his paws with a fleeting thought of resigned amusement for his condition. "Sunstride," he murmurs, with a glance at the den's current patients. He nudges his mate with a paw. "I may have a secret admirer— perhaps one so brazen that carrying your kits isn't enough to dissuade them." He does not truly believe these are romantic gifts, but he latches onto the spot of entertainment. It is sorely needed in these wearying, worrisome times. ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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