A BURNING MEMORY ⛧ CELANDINEPAW

Vulturepaw

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˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖  "Hey, Celandinepaw," Vulturepaw calls. He creeps over on hesitant paws, head down. Narrowed eyes peer up at the wheatgrass-colored apprentice. He stares at them for a moment, tail lashing, before his eyes flicker away. "Um, sorry for getting mad at you, before..." The apology is half-hearted, the incident half-remembered in a feverish haze. He swallows.

She was cruel, that's what they remember. Her voice was harsh, accusing their father of prejudice. The memory tasted bitter, but they swallow it back. Making the healer angry won't do anyone good. "You just... You gotta t-t-take c-cuh... care of him, okay?" There's something wary in their voice, paws kneading at the ground below. "My d-d-dad," they clarify softly. If he keeps refusing treatment, he won't get any better. If Celandinepaw keeps berating him for it, he'll only get more stubborn. They know him well enough to know that. "Even if he says no, you have to make sure he gets b-better. Um, promise me you will, p-puh... please." They lift their head up a bit now, searching her face with something steely in their eyes.

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  • VULTUREPAW he / they, apprentice of windclan, seven moons.
    a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
    skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
    micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNIDsaturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 

Celandinepaw's ears flicked as she heard her name through a haze of her own thoughts, like a febrifuge reaching out from a field of pyretics, little pinprick that managed to drag her out of her own misery. Her quotidian routine had been remarked by sickness and sorrow, so much so that she had allowed it to sink into the soft soil of her fleecen flesh, the spirit of the pestilence a fever within her bustling mind. It was not until a younger voice plucked through the motions that she had been able to escape from it. Wheatgrass-tinged eyes rolled towards a familiar face, of brandished tongue and thistle-sharp fur. Vulturepaw... What's he doing here? I hope he's not sick again. That'd be horrible. Vulturepaw apologized with wariness holding fast onto his tongue, like vague thorns pointed outwards from a young cat's maw, a defense mechanism for the cornered creature. She knew why - not intimately, as though her inexperience and her ego eclipsed much more sympathy from welling out of her being. The spotted molly was tired, and it could certainly be gleaned from rough-hewn pelt and rusted corners of eyes. Still, she appreciated the apology, as wiry and uncertain as it straddled out of the young cat's mouth. "It's fine, Vulturepaw. Don't worry about it. I'm sure Periwinklebreeze didn't mean to be that way. The sickness is hard on all of us, so I hope he knows now that he can rely on us to keep him safe." The spotted tabby nodded, affording him a taut smile that had not come easy for a while, as though it were an ephemera weeded out by the blight that hugged at her sides. Malaise was a scourge upon their people, dampening even the most sunshot of spirits, and she understood it much more than most (to herself, anyways, as the forefront of the plague and the one caring for the sick and damned). At least Periwinkle had learned his lesson, she hoped. After all, why would one cling so hard to their warrior's pride if it did nothing but hinder the process of healing?

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  • —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 12 Moons
    —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong
    —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
    —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
    —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.


 

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖  Her smile is thin, sharp-edged as the cutting wire of a fox-snare. "No," he spits, pithy and pitiful. She still doesn't get it - and why should she? It seems like all the medicine cat can see is herself, sundrenched and ambrosial. She sees no flaw in her judgement, in her sharp and gilded tongue. The judgement of the stars has become her own, and the stars have never favored Vulturepaw's shadow-laden family. The thistle-spikes along his spine raise in defensive posture, his head ducked low.

Apologies slip quickly into that same thorny bitterness. "He c-c-can't rely on you." Harsh, and dread coils in their chest at the thought that it will anger the medicine trainee further. "Not if you k-k... k-k-keep - not if you yell at him again." The trust has been frayed, and his dad holds little of it in the first place. They know that well, the fear an inherited thing. It's not his fault. "You just - g-gotta show him. Even if he - if he d-d-doesn't want it. Okay?" His voice shakes, but the word is sharp edged. He holds their gaze; this isn't something that they can just brush off. He won't let them go without a promise, a binding. He won't let them go until they understand: if he doesn't make it out, it will be your fault.


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    "SPEECH"
  • VULTUREPAW he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, seven moons.
    a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
    skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
    micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNIDsaturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.