pafp CROWFOOD KING ⛧ SCARECROW

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Clouds hang heavy over the sky, a blanket of grey threatening to spill down upon the moors at any moment. Vulturepaw casts periodic glances to the sky, just to be safe. Fond as he is of rain, he'd prefer not to get caught out in a Thunderstorm.

Especially not here, of all places. Horseplace always puts him on edge; every time Vulturepaw comes here, he feels like he understands it less and less. As the wind grows chiller, so too does the twolegs' residence grow stranger. One of his obligatory looks skywards catches sight of something odd, a looming and spindly form. Its face is a horrific and hollow contortion, its forepaws spread wide as if to soak up the coming rain. He's never seen a twoleg up close, but he''s heard enough stories to feel his heart start to race.

Luckily, one of his patrolmates has far more experience than he does. "Celandinepaw!" The apprentice calls hurriedly, eyes searching for the apprentice. She's caught up in some herb search, she hasn't noticed... He skitters over to her on hasty paws, eyes now darting between the medic and the towering beast. "I - I see a tuh-tuh-twoleg, but it's, um, nn-not moving." He presses his belly flat to the ground, and the twoleg leaves his sight. He tries not to panic about the fact that it might be coming closer when he's not looking at it, and lowers his voice. "D-d-do you think it... sees us?" Her voice shakes with every whispered syllable.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

• Prompt: It seems pumpkins aren't the only new thing on the farm at horseplace. There seems to be a strange looking twoleg standing menacingly in the fields - never moving even once! Does your character risk taking a closer look, or play things safe?
  
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[CELANDINEPAW]

Grey skies loomed over the patrol to Horseplace, like clouds stared downwards with taupe flesh and dull teeth, fearsome countenance hoared by sharp autumnal shadows. The threat of rain sang silent through the patrol, for the sky could rain down billows of tears at any moment, and the Windclanners would be caught within the damp weather. Let's hurry up... I don't want to lose any herbs that I can get from here. Besides, there always lie that burning shame within her whenever she was faced with her past, as though the gaze of her family would sear through her very flesh, seeing straight through the position that she pretended (to them, at least) to tout. Celandinepaw sniffed along the side of the wooden fence, as if grisaille hues would still hold out streaks and springs of greenery, though leaden with the burden of the oncoming harsh seasons. Catchweed and catmint should have persisted through the season so far, unless the cold winds had already snapped up the stems and the leaves, carrying them away in thieving furor. The wheat-hued tabby had been so focused on the task at hand that her attention had only been drawn out by a hurried voice, fraught in the jagged trepidation of inexperience. At Vulturepaw's behest, olivine gaze blinked as she caught upon what had plagued their skittish self, though it did not flower in lividity as her gaze trailed upwards. A stark silhouette of a tall figure, with arms splayed out as if to either embrace or attack, though it did not move aside from the will of the breeze that played at its sides.

"Oh! It's nothing to worry about, so don't panic. The Twolegs put this... fake Twoleg out sometimes. Y'know, I'm not entirely sure why they do it. Maybe it's to scare predators away! Like coyotes and foxes and stuff. But honestly, I'm not that scared of them. Really, they don't mean any harm!" Celandinepaw mewed as she padded closer to the strange Twoleg contraption to prove her point. Pinkish nose twitched as she sniffed at the stake that held the scarecrow in its place. Why it did not bear legs and instead, the strange wooden tail that rooted it, she could not say. "I think they're made of the hay from the barn. Which is kinda weird, 'cause the livestock eat that. Then again, coyotes and foxes are too dumb to tell the difference." She chuckled, glancing back at her patrol to see if they had also been scared out of their wits. Maybe it's to keep us away, too.

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 & 13 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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