private BURNING ME TO THE CORE | milkthorn

[CELANDINEPAW]

Milkthorn's injuries had been just about one of the most grievous that Celandinepaw laid her eyes on. She could still remember it now, the sanguine that soaked into the earth itself, staining a face once-pristine of his inner machinations. Whoever (or whatever) had done such a thing must have been a monster, perhaps wearing the ill-fitting skin of a feline, though it would not be any cat that she considered her own kind. The best that the medicine cat apprentice could offer was to dress the undressings of the flesh, for there was little cure for what was utterly lost, no repentance for the past's own unkindness. It was the trickiest part of luck; one could do only the right things, the safe things, and they would still be caught within the snare. They would still become victim to undue suffering, with little grace or piety to save an ailing body. It did her little good to mourn what could not be changed, and she could only focus upon the present. It was an unusually calm day amongst the frost-bitten furor of the season, like leaf-fall were a festering wound slowly mending itself, rebounding back if only to peer into its own absence. She wondered if the same divine forces that her clanmates prayed to now played with their prey. As reedlike whiskers whisked upon the restless winds that carried solace, she could not find it within herself to complain. The wheat-hued molly sat just outside the entrance of her den, as convalescence bloomed from beige sands of his pelage, and the fgue of uncertainty dwindled into mere mottles of nothingness. He had gotten much better as of late, thanks to the help of Cottonsprig. Misfortune rarely took all, only seizing what its mercurial heart desired like a bone-set scavenger.

"Could you turn your head like this for me, Milkthorn?" Celandinepaw quickly canted her head to the side in a demonstration. "And tell me if it hurts when you hold it there."

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

• OUT OF CHARACTER. @milkthorn.
  
  

  ❁ — 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 & 14 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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