private DROWN WOUNDS IN IODINE — CYGNET

[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── Later, he will stop to allow the weight of Sootstar's decree to settle, but until then, the fire burns still and there is no time for the ashes to rest. Bluepool has escorted the wounded tunneler within the cool confines of the medicine den, and Wolfsong designates one of the nests for her, closest to the herbs. He begins by lifting moss between his teeth, pressing it to her neck and covering it with his paw, cleaning and staunching. All the while, he leans over —uncomfortable, pushing the limits of his flexibility— to snag chamomile, which he drops in front of Cygnetstare's disoriented features.

"Eat this," he instructs, not without warmth. "It will strengthen your body. With this wound, we must ensure you remain strong." A traveling herb, intended to soothe the mind and strengthen the heart. Vulturemask did not say whether to use it in this case, but they are weakened— it seems prudent. He does not tell her of this uncertainty. If she were in a better state, he would, but this throat wound is much too deep for excessive conversation.

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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN ROGUE TURNED LEAD WARRIOR (MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING). 35 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC PARENTS. BIO, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[cygnetstare]

♱—— The bloodstained chimera collapses into the designated nest as soon as she leaves Bluepool's shoulder, after a moment lifting her neck to permit the freshly decreed medicine cat to handle the gruesome wound there. They feel more than a little woozy and the world is still smeared in that grayish fog around its edges; she is only vaguely aware of who is treating her and does not have the sense to wonder why Wolfsong, a lead warrior, is the one dabbing at her neck injury. She only knows someone is pressing some wad of stuff to her neck that is slowing the trickle of blood there. Cygnetstare is faintly aware of a dull fury, blunted by delirious exhaustion, towards the cat who had left the gash.

A bundle of herbs lands in front of her hazy features and she hears a faraway instruction—eat this. Dutifully, she scoops it up, a grimace wrinkling her features only slightly as she chews and swallows—she feels no immediate effects, but then again they may as well be back in SkyClan for how tethered to this spot they are right now. Also, they have no idea what this really is supposed to do; "strengthen your body", whatever in the stars that means. A dumb anger glitters in dull viscera eyes, and she makes the poor choice to try and express it, "I'm gonna kill that fu-" An iron-tasting cough silences her and she clings to the slightly spinning world, eyes flatly enraged. The intent is clear, though, and much more intense than is usual for them: I'm gonna kill that fucking SkyClanner.

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• ♱ cygnetstare — for their downy kitten-fur and perceptiveness (or uncanny gaze) she/they ; afab gender apathetic — windclan — tunneler — 16 ☾s —— cygnetstare is a corpselike chimera, split between long albino fur and a short black smoke pelt; their eyes are an unsettling pink. her creepy demeanour distracts from a strange fascination with death and an obsessive loyalty to windclan. —— smells like grave-dirt and blood ; sounds like vc tbd ; speech in #BF959C, thoughts in #000000 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; will start fights ; won't flee unless ordered ; won't show mercy ; will kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, single, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, long-term romance, plotting ; not open to unplanned battles, flings penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• CYGNETSTARE's BATTLE INFO ——♱
  

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  YES: injuries, scarring
  ASK: maiming, permanent injuries
  NO: killing

  — Small and skinny, hiding sinewy muscle in forelegs and chest from digging. Skilled offensive fighter but limited by size, defense is basically nonexistent; snakelike agility fighter, faster than she looks and slippery. Will try to climb on and move around larger opponents to inflict damage. Extremely brutal despite her size and will always aim to inflict maximum damage; lacks honor and will fight dirty. Battle moves often damage herself as much as her opponent.
  

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  — Will fight to kill and maim. Will start fights. Will not run unless ordered to. Will aim to kill and maim cats regardless of age or rank, including young cats.
  

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  — Her battles will be written very aggressively and she will always aim to kill or seriously injure opponents; this does not mean her hits have to land! I don't mind your character dodging hits; feel free to contact me on-site or on Discord to work out specifics if needed. Will have a harder time against larger cats but keep in mind she is written as a good offensive fighter who aims to kill and/or seriously hurt. I'm not open to her being killed but am willing to discuss maimings (please ask me first though).
  

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  — Their defensive fighting skills are borderline nonexistent. All hits will land except attempts at killing or maiming that haven't been prediscussed. I don't roll for attacks or defense but try to write battles realistically.
  

  current health info:
  physical health:

  95%

  ↳ current injuries: none

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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── He watches the tunneler eat obediently and hums, pleased that she seems to trust him. He knows there are certainly WindClanners doubtful of Sootstar's choice; he saw their faces briefly while escorting the wounded, and he had worried that his patients might share those reservations. Cygnetstare's mind clearly remains on the battle, the intent of her choked oath clear as a shallow pool. Perhaps that is why she has not yet seen fit to question his capability, or perhaps they know the gravity of their wound provides them with little choice.

He sets to cleaning the deep throat wound with moss, and the severity has Wolfsong leaning for both cobwebs and marigold once he's finished. He chews quickly, spitting the mixture onto his pawpad and packing it into her wound, followed by a layer of cobwebs. He will have to wait for them to take effect before cleaning them away to dress with goldenrod.

"You will have your chance one day," he says, debating dandelion. "That SkyClanner will not be the end of you, though they will wish they had been."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 36 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[cygnetstare]

♱—— they hold no mistrust, no fear that their faith in the gilded tomcat is misplaced. do they have faith in sootstar's decisions? most of the time, yes—but more than a blind loyalty, her own compass guides her to place her trust in wolfsong in his fresh role as their healer. first a lead warrior of their clan, chosen by the stars and their leader for this fate, now the chosen medicine cat; for one thing, it is not as though she has another option, not with a jagged gash still carving its twisted smile in her neck. but more than that, she has a simple faith in him; she doesn't know him well, but he's proven himself capable of acceptable judgement and eloquent words, and that is enough for her right now.

he tends to her wounds with foreign mixtures, foreign to her at least, and cygnetstare accepts it dutifully. the shadowy work of the medicine cats was not hers to know, nor to inquire of; he was starclan's chosen now, and that was that. she wouldn't question his methodology. the iron lingering at the back of her throat is a reminder not to talk, so the tunneler settles for a heavy nod of response. it is inevitable, it is fated by the stars; she will meet that dog-faced beast in battle again, and this time her fangs will not fail her. for now she will be treated.

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• 

• ♱ cygnetstare — for their downy kitten-fur and perceptiveness (or uncanny gaze) she/they ; afab gender apathetic — windclan — tunneler — 16 ☾s —— cygnetstare is a corpselike chimera, split between long albino fur and a short black smoke pelt; their eyes are an unsettling pink. her creepy demeanour distracts from a strange fascination with death and an obsessive loyalty to windclan. —— smells like grave-dirt and blood ; sounds like vc tbd ; speech in #BF959C, thoughts in #000000 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; will start fights ; won't flee unless ordered ; won't show mercy ; will kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, single, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, long-term romance, plotting ; not open to unplanned battles, flings penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• battle stuff goes here for fights

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