- Feb 9, 2023
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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!"
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 :)
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❥ 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? -
⸻❥ 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.