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[CELANDINEPAW]

Nostalgia kindled within Celandinepaw quite strongly at times, like her golden pelt were tinder to burn, lit up into a spectacle for the world to marvel at. When the wilds became hardened, angered, vicious - she could no longer recognize the moorlands as her home. After all, what sort of "home" bit at what it had cradled for so long, sweeping away the lives of those beneath it as easily as one could an insignificant bug? Were the lives of her kin as fragile as the elytra of the flighted beetle? Most of all, Celandinepaw missed her mother and her father. It had been moons since she had seen them, bathed within their comforting scent, and allowed herself to surrender to care rather than having to be the one to dole it out. I wonder if Marigold and Daisy miss them, too. It was little wonder why the medicine cat apprentice wandered the winterland wastes of their camp, like a child waddling through with only the dim glow of a torch to cling to pruned body, pandering to the basal desires of fear and longing within all of them. Being cramped up in the medicine cat den was too much for her to take, with such limber paws of fleet hay. Even as what little heat could be gleaned from the scourge of a blizzard escaped her, she still carried forth. Through the mire of biting snows, the spotted molly spotted a brush of flame, a beacon to catch upon after what seemed like fragments of eternities. She slowly plodded through the snowdrift, leaving behind an evident trail in her wake - not that she had ever truly cared about stealth. "Marigold? Hey, are you alright? You look really cold. C'mon, I'll save you a spot in the medicine cat den for a little bit. Cottonsprig doesn't have to know. Besides, we can use this time to catch up." Celandinepaw mewed through the harsh exhales of the wind, green eyes glittering like a blaze of a pyre, pushing ever-so-slight through the monotony of alabaster. She mustered a weak smile as her reedlike tail flicked towards the inviting maw of her shelter.

𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘈, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 ₊˚❀ ༉ ‧₊ ˚. ☘︎ 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘋

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Backwritten to be during the blizzard! @Marigoldstem
  
  

  ❁ — 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 & TRANS WOMAN & 15 MOONS
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong & Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak her mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Marigoldstem]

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The yellow petals that once coloured the pale partition of her chest fur has been long abandoned, grown to be brittle in the changing of seasons. Marigoldstem considers if he is just as fragile as those petals at times, maybe she too can't handle the transition of weather. There are periods where he longs for the warm shelter of Horseplace, while he doesn't miss the Twolegs that linger there he does yearn for that warmth. Faintly recalling cuddling up with his parents and littermates as wind howls against the walls that enclosed them, it wasn't as warm as green-leaf in there by any means. The insulation truly helped though, she glances at her own wheat-like fur and wonder if the hay there is just as warm as it used to be. Where his parents fairing better than the clan cats of WindClan in this temperament? Had any young cats been mauled there, had they died? It was a rare occurrence for them but it seems peace in comparison is few and far between here.

There is a quiet curiosity that if he stands still enough in this tundra if she could freeze, become like the moorland flowers and wait for warmer weather to revive him. There is a chatter of fangs as damp paws curl against the snow covered ground. Celandinepaw's voice is a mirage at first, at least that's what he assumes. Her darling younger (not by much) sister has been so busy lately trying to accomplish a never ending task of caring for the clan. They haven't had time to talk lately, though when has anyone in such dire conditions? She continues, there is heat radiating from her. That's enough to slowly convince him that her sister is actually here and speaking with him.

"Cold? No way, it's practically new-leaf right now" she jokes with an awkward chuckle. A tremor haunting her words, Celandinepaw's own weak smile is mustered back in an uncanny mirror from their littermate. "Surely this ain't my sister breaking the rules, harbouring the healthy in your den?" There's a mock scandalous gasp. Not much else comes from it, uncertain paws shift and move to follow her back to the reprieve that is the medicine cat den. This shelter is nothing like Horseplace, it'll be one of the best ones in the clan though. Wherever that's because he's in warmth or because he's with her sister is undecided.

"Do you think this blizzard is everywhere?" He asks curiously as brown gaze tears away from the melting snow to the face of the medicine cat apprentice. He doesn't say what he means by everywhere but there is a silent hope that she will just understand regardless.
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