pafp aromatherapy | thorn

[Scorchedkit]

Fits of giggles left the kitten's tricolored maw as she darted after her playmate. Her tail streamed behind her, waving like a black banner as the distance slowly began to close between them. "I'm gonna get you!" She shouted over the wind whistling in her face, allowing her legs to propel her further. She was but a mouse lengths away from touching their pelt and before long she would be the one to chase. Competitiveness fueled her stride as she developed tunnel vision and amid her chase failed to pay heed to where she placed her paws. During her next full stride, her right paw came down hard on a low-hanging limb of gorse sticking out from the entrance tunnel of camp.

Searing pain instantly shot through her limb as she skittered and tumbled to the ground with a yowl. Covered in a fine layer of dust Scrochedkit frantically clutched her paw close to her chest, her game of tag long forgotten. "M-Mama!" She cried instinctively as hot tears began to collect within the corners of her mismatched eyes. Looking down she noticed a green spine sticking out from her paw pad. Her breath hitches and her ears pin as her head whips around a second time. "Gen-Gentlestorm?" She called in a more defeated tone, voice and lip quivering. She hoped the tom could somehow help her as well. (@GENTLESTORM) ​

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[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — Gentlestorm had been buried in his work as he organized most of the newer herbs that he collected during one of his outings, his snowy capped paws carefully placing broom and stinging nettle into the rock shelf. The cool stone feeling nice on his toes and proceeded to zone out trying to think of what other herbs he would need to gather while newleaf's still here. Perhaps he'd go out and take Bravepaw with him to search for marigold or poppy seeds, he thinks about leaf-bare and the sickness that it brought along with it... Gentlestorm could stsrt harvesting the herbs early so that he would be prepared not wishing for anyone to pass from greencough not like Berryheart, the memory alone causes him to shudder. He's pulled from his thoughts at the sound of shrill giggling, little pawsteps hitting the ground, and the mountainous tom decides to peek his head out from his den to see the game of tag from the medicine den.

The yowl of pain that splits the air is enough for his pelt to prickle with alarm as Scorchedkit began to sniffle and sob for her mother. His dark honeyed gaze focused on her when she calls out to him in defeat, he doesn't hesitate as he retreats momentarily to his den to grab some cobweb before out into the clearing once more where the mottled molly clutched onto her paw closely. "I'm here, Scorchedkit. Here let me see so I can take care of it," Once that slips from his jaws does he extend his large paw out so she may place her own in his, oh, how little its compared to his monster of a paw. Gentlestorm dips his helm as he uses his teeth to carefully pull out the gorse from her paw, the fur from his muzzle threatening to tickle her pawpads, and mumbles quietly "This will only sting for a heartbeat." The large tom pauses for a heartbeat only to attempt to pull it out gently and if he managed to do that, he'd bring the cowbeb closer so that he can wrap her paw up.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 56 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ demiromantic bisexual ; widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

The tiny rumble of kittens running thrums against the soil underpaw, squeals of excitement and play have created a familiar white noise. Yet, the cry of a kitten had become something Roeflame’s ears were always tuned to seek out, so when Scorchedkit wailing rises above the usual clamor from nearby, the queen is quick to hurry over and investigate. Gentlestorm has already reached the she-kits side when Roeflame arrives, her pupils falling to the spring that stuck painfully out from the kittens forepaw.
“Thorns are nasty little things.” Roeflame words are soft with sympathy, watching as the mountainous healer made quick work of what was bound to be a little jarring for Scorchedkit. “I’ll go grab Flamewhisker, and we’ll find you a treat for being so brave, yeah?” The tabby she-cat hums, sure that her flame-kissed denmate would want to be present to soothe her daughter. She’d give Gentlestorm a grateful smile before turning on her heel in search of her friend.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THISTLEPAW]

Being near the medicine den is a bad memory in its own right. It was hardly where he thought his paws would take him as he prepared himself for their next patrol. There was still some time before they would leave and so Thistlepaw wandered camp. Right into range of Scorchedkit's wailing. Kittens are not where he wanted to be. Being near them reminded him of being them, being. . . him. Sick and herb-scented to his very bones. Even his mother had been kept from him for a time, isolated as he could be with only the medicine den to keep him company. And Gentlestorm. He had always hated that, but there was comfort in his stories. Now it's a bad memory. A heavy full moon hovering over his head prepared to drop down and crush him. So truly, this is the last place Thistlepaw would ever want to be.

Roeflame goes for comfort, talks about bravery and a treat — he inches closer despite his unease around the medicine cat. What does he expect? A great, gaping cut? A bite, at the very least! For all that he tried, Thistlepaw isn't always good at holding his tongue. "It's just a thorn," he scoffs, sounding confused. He got them all the time! They hurt, sure, but that doesn't mean he got treats or comfort. That didn't mean he was brave. Was he brave for spending his kithood in here, weak and desperate to escape through whatever stories Gentlestorm could offer? (It's not the kit's fault.) "Pretend it's just a cut from another clan's warrior! You'll get used to them."

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. he feels he must prove himself a great warrior so his clanmates will see him as anything more than a weak kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

• "speech"

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