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[downyfur]

They're worried about her. Everyone's worried. Some of it may have died down since Cottonsprig's return, but Downyfur knows what it's like to reach for expectations still so far out of their grasp, like clawing for wind in the choking dark of the tunnels. From what she's heard of Wolfsong's state, it's not pretty. And Cottonsprig seems to have dragged back a stormcloud from wherever she lost herself in, a permanent shadow to veil her face in.

It's why Downyfur accosts @CELANDINEPAW now, while the sun is high in the sky and many of their healthy warriors are snoozing away the afternoon. "Hey, friend," they mew around a mouthful of sparrow. "You look hungry." To be honest, they can't tell whether they're hungry or not, but maybe if they say so they'll think they're hungry. "Share this with me?" She playfully bats her lashes at tea leaf eyes, a silent "pleeeaaase?" in lieu of anything more serious. It's an experiment on their part. The tall tabby doesn't look like she needs any more gravity in her life, so instead of harping on their situation till their tongue falls off, Downyfur is trying something different.​

 

[CELANDINEPAW]

Postmeridian empyrean had exposed itself through the clouds, of which their coverings proved meager and faltering at best, as though the matinee of the sky had little audience to speak of. Windclan had loosened up enough to the point where many slumbered away the slow processes of the afternoon, as the sun slunk closer and closer to the horizon. It would soon burn out in a blaze of dying glory, but for now, the day was to be savored. Celandinepaw felt a sort of relief that there existed nothing to attend to, nothing to examine nor heal nor help. She could just be now. A keen ear flicked as a familiar voice, eider-feather lullaby, called for her. Wheat-hued eyes lit up as Downyfur requested for her to join them, like flocculating fur and fluttering lashes drew her closer to idolatry, though Celandinepaw knew such indulgence to be a luxury for herself. After all, no hard work could be done without a little play, and no cat could sustain themselves on the tragedies of fallen kin. That adage was, perhaps, why she could not keep up as a moor runner, as one expected devotion in the shape of welling blood and darkened spirit. "Sure!" Celandinepaw chirped, countenance glowing like a vesper star, lambent light as a show of the vitality that still dwelled within the halls of her bones. She smiled, a genuine expression, and sat down at the edge of Windclan's camp. Tender wings combed at her short fur, with genteel hands unfettered and unworn by coming winters, as if all that existed of it was the present and never the past nor future to weigh it down.

"So, how's warriorhood treating you? You like your new name? I wish I could've gotten my new name, too, but Wolfsong told me I'd have to wait another few seasons at the very least." The spotted tabby mewled to her companion between bites and chews. Celandinepaw had lost much time in her studies, so much so that the sun and moon had danced around each other many times since the two last conversed.

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

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  ❁ — 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 & 12 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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