pafp ambitions of candle wax // thanks

[Mouseflight]

Mousepaw had felt... slight guilt ever since Wolfsong had helped him get the dirt out of his ears. He had shared some words about smells and had never actually thanked the other for the help. It was the medicine cat's job to do so, but even the apprentice knew how difficult he could be at times - especially when it came to needing help. He was working on that, the best he could anyway. Although he didn't like admitting he needed help, there shouldn't be any issue with needing help with something like that, it was inevitable for tunnelers to get stuff stuck in their ears - especially when they were so big. He had simply sat there in silence as they were cleaned and sulked off to go hide in the tunnels once more, but he wanted to change that the only way he knew how - by not actually saying anything but hoping the message came across. Maybe giving Wolfsong something like he had seen other apprentices do around camp would help the gnawing guilt at his stomach for the actions of that day. The medicine cat was needed, and Mousepaw knew that he should stay within the good graces of the one cat in the clan who could save his life if he ever needed it.

He had watched Wolfsong for a little while, trying his best to not be noticed as he took mental note of what the other seemed to take the most from the prey pile. Birds, it seemed like there were mainly birds that had been chosen when they were there. Eventually he found himself out in the territory on a small prey patrol, and Mousepaw specifically hunted for just that. He wasn't the best at it, but he tried his best and eventually caught one - a nice fat Ouzel. Whether it was skill or sheer luck that he was able to catch the bird he didn't know, but he'd take it either way. Upon entering the gorse camp once more, he quickly checked to see if Wolfsong would notice him before quickly shuffling over and dropping the bird at the entrance of the medicine den before awkwardly shuffling off once more towards where the apprentices nests were. Hopefully he wasn't noticed as he quickly laid down in his own nest, pretending to go to sleep. Thank you's were on his to-do list of things to practice and get better at.

OOC INTERACTIONS ✧.·:·.*

• [ooc] @WOLFSONG
• windclan (sootstar) loyalist
  dirty fighter/will aim to kill
  will bully anyone (some more than others)
  

  
  

  likely to attack first
  powerplay peaceful actions okay
  ping if needed in a thread
  
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  8 months old
  ftm calico -- he/him
  tunneler apprentice
  
  large ears
  always looks grumpy

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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── Wolfsong had not minded Mousepaw's protests. Though his homeland did not have a medicine cat, he had dreaded the mother-henning as a boy, even after his eye wounds had healed. He cannot say whether it is the same for Mousepaw, but he disliked —and dislikes— being fussed over, in whatever way it manifests, so he holds nothing against the apprentice for his resistance and dissatisfaction. The idea of an apology does not even occur to him, and is far from his mind when he pokes out of the medicine den to find a rather plump Ouzel waiting for him.

It is not a gift from Sunstride, he knows— he would have offered it directly, and these days, they are focused on...stranger prey than birds like this. He attempts to scent it to know who to thank, but in camp, it is quite difficult tk sift through all the...noise, in a manner of speaking. "Did anyone see who left this?" He asks, glancing around curiously.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 36 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: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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[Bluepool]

Bluepool had been sprawled out nearby, licking one paw and drawing it over her ears then craning her neck down to smooth the fur on her chest. It is all pat of some ritual. An important one to her, as in the blue toned warriors mind, appearances are everything. So engrossed with smoothing and cleaning as she is, she does not see when Mousenose enters the camp, does not see him put the bird in front of the medicine cats den, does not see him retreat to lay with the other apprentices.

She only looks up from what she is doing when Wolfsong speaks, asking if anyone had seen who had left the prey at his doorstep. She shakes her head in a gesture of no "Can't say I did" she admits with a lazy shrug of her shoulders "Perhaps an apprentice who was ordered to bring you something but oh oh maybe a hawk swooped down and took em when no one was looking!" an unlikely story but "Wouldn't that be something?" she says with a laugh "A hawk swooping down into camp in front of all of us and no one even sees it!" in her mind it was hilarious. "But no I really have no clue" she admits finally, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes as she speaks.

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[◇ Honeybadger.]

♢​♢ THIS IS HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE ♢♢​

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honeypaw & 08 moons & trans. male & he/him & windclan moor runner apprentice ​

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Honeypaw is not the most observant of the bunch really - hell, he might lose his own nose someday were it not attached to his face. So when wolfsong asks, the boy looks just as wide eyed and clueless as the rest. "No-pe,"he says, the 'p' sound popping harshly with the way he draws it out. Short ears pull back however when bluepool speaks, a look of concern crossing his face and wrinkling his brow. "Thats... a joke, right? 'cause I think it'd be real bad if a hawk was eating us," what if it got to poor beepaw whie he wasn't paying attention? Grey eyes do a quick search just in case the lead warrior is serious, multicolored pelt prickling. He really hopes she's not being serious.

— like iron from the fire gettin' stronger ☀︎

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
• — a strange looking feline with nearly every shade of red upon his coat, and a badger-like mask of white upon his face. honeypaw is usually quite friendly and outgoing, an upbeat sort of personality; but when faced with those outside of windclan his demeanor is brutal and scathing.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#fed053]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) Venomstrike had been relaxing within camp and enjoyed the sunlight for once as it is warm against his dark pelt, his eyes half closed and threatened to close but the sound of pawsteps entering camp was enough for the moor runner to open a single eye. He lifted his head up realizing that it was Mousepaw, Venomstrike attentive as the tunneler apprentice drops a plump bird at the entrance of the medicine den before retreating. The sight alone was enough to make the older tomcat tilt his head to the side wondering if the apprentice was feeling well, it was a nice gesture but the dark furred tom was simply surprised considering how Mousepaw had been rather rude about getting Wolfsong's help when Venomstrike had suggested it. How sweet of Mousepaw.

Large paws push his body forward deciding to join Bluepool and Honeypaw noticing that Wolfsong had stepped out from his den asking who had left the bird, one of his large ears flicking to the size and deciding against not telling the expectant queen on who left the gift. After all, if Mousepaw had wanted to thanked for the gift then he would've stuck around rather than fleeing the scene like some jumpy rabbit. A snort of amusement leaves him when he hears Bluepool begin to speak and he shakes his head "You're very imaginative, B-Bluepool. That would be a terrifying s-sight," His soft gaze turned to Honeypaw reassuring him with a small smile "It's a joke..." His expression changes to a thoughtful one for a heartbeat or two adding with a sheepish duck of his head "B-but always be aware of your surroundings." Especially since a hawk could very well come out of nowhere.

Venomstrike briefly waved his short tail at Wolfsong and shook his head "I didn't really see who had left it either..." He admits as he sits down, a part of him wants to glance over in the direction of where the apprentices slept but the moor runner simply hums quietly to himself. ​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )

 

[Badgermoon]

Birds, birds: they weren't Badgermoon's favorite prey, largely due to the problem of feathers. They pricked his gums, got stuck in his teeth, and just generally impeded one of the best parts of life - tearing into the bloody flesh of some small, succulent creature. Nevertheless, a greenleaf-plumped ouzel was certainly a gift worth enjoying, and the deputy gave a small hmm of approval as he studied the bicolor bird. "Not a clue, but they must be fond of you, Wolfsong." he offered his friend a grin, thinking of the prey he had left for Scorchstreak while she had been cooped up in the nursery, busy growing (and then nursing) his children.

Bluepool's...joke...brought a cloud over his features, and he glanced up at the sky. The mention of a hawk swooping into camp reminded him of when Spiderbloom's kits had almost been snatched right out of their mother's paws. "Bah, hawks." the deputy said dismissively, dropping his head and rasping his tongue along the swell of one shoulder. "Other Clans wouldn't last a moment out here, you know. They all hide beneath the trees, out of StarClan's sight...fighting through bushes and ferns..." he shook his head and let out a soft purr. "I'm happy to be out on the moors, hawks and all."​