camp come hither, little whiskers // feathers

Cottonsprig doesn't intend to spend her time looking for new bedding. If worse comes to worse, WindClan can shelter in the wider badger dens and rabbit burrows; they can dig pits in the ground and stay warm that way. Her time is better spent searching for herbs before the chill whisks them all away. And yet, as she walks back into camp, it is not leaves or petals that clutter her mouth... but feathers instead.

The story for how she gathered so many is simple; she launched for a bird, and though she managed to get its wing between her teeth, it managed to pick at her nose enough it started to bleed. The weeping wound had stopped before she made it back to camp, and surely that bird will die to its injuries and be found as carrion instead. There's little comfort in a lost meal other than knowing she will still outlive its foolishness. That, and now she has a reason to visit the nursery.

"I've got some pretty feathers," she calls, spitting a few of them out onto the ground. It's obvious that she hadn't tried to gather them in a manner more appealing, a few feathers still awkwardly clinging to her maw. "They're for you guys, but...!" a long, drawn out tone before she quips, "You have to tell me something very cool to have one!"
  • ooc // rolled a 17 for feathers :)
  • MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
    ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
    ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
    ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
    ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
    ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
    ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
    ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
    ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
    ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?
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    ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.
 

The taste of freedom beyond the tangle of nursery walls was too short lived for the dappled child. Rimekit despises the cut of wind and drop in temperature for keeping her and her siblings cooped up for hours at a time. She would much rather be out exploring camp – catching a longer peek within Aunt Cottonsprig's den without being caught, spying on the warriors as they come and go as they please, bothering the apprentices for discarded moss to play with…

Instead she lays bored beyond words within the meager warmth of the nursery.

Fortunately such boredom is whisked away in the fluttering fall of feathers from the maw of her aunt. Rimekit is quick to her mismatched paws, scampering to the blue smoke molly and gazing up at her with appreciation gleaming in bright blue mirrored eyes. "Oh they're beau– they are beautiful," the child pipes up, taking a moment to correct herself before Bluefrost can, then tempts a gentle brush of her paw at one of the feathers stubbornly clinging to Cottonsprig's maw. "I learned something very cool. I learned that rime is a kind of frost. My name is just like Mother's name!" Rimekit offers as she breaks eye contact with her aunt (her true born mother) and appraises the scattered feathers in search of the one she wants, unaware of how hard hitting her answer may be.
[ penned by kerms ]