private FOSSILS THAT FALL ON MY HEAD [🥀] celandinepaw

[deerpaw]

Keeping to the fringes of WindClan life, watching his denmates succeed around him while he can't seem to stop making mistakes, takes a toll on Deerpaw's heart. He tries not to let it show, that he knows he'll never be a warrior, all because his father isn't here anymore to tell him what he's supposed to do with himself. Papa would expect progress in his training, give him goals to reach, and Deerpaw did not want to disappoint him, so he met them to the best of his ability - he wanted Papa to look at him with pride instead of quiet despair. He could never tell if it was lingering grief for his dead mother and siblings, or if his failures truly hurt his father that much.

Now Papa is gone, taken by yellowcough, and Deerpaw is left floundering with no guidance.

He crouches in a lonesome corner of camp, watching his Clanmates greet each other with bittersweet smiles. The lingering effects of the plague still hang over them all, but at least they know what they're doing with their lives. The grave his father lies in holds Deerpaw's purpose, folded neatly and tucked inside the corpse's mouth. Thinking about him makes the tabby's eyes sting with unshed tears, but he stubbornly blinks them away. The Clan can't see him cry.

Approaching pawsteps make his heart start to flutter nervously in his chest. Is he about to be upbraided for slacking off? No - the scent of herbs wafts over him, unhelpful to his efforts to not think of his father and cry, and he looks up to see Celandinepaw standing near him. "Good afternoon," he greets her, trying to hide the querulous sound of tears in his voice. "Is there something you need?"

@CELANDINEPAW
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[ JUST LOOKING FOR A PROTECTOR, GOD NEVER REACHED OUT IN TIME -- ]​

 

[CELANDINEPAW]

Bittersweet tinge of bygone days stained the ends of Windclan's camp, like a silent malady woven into the very twine-fibers of their home and their bodies, becoming the misgivings that they sought to delay from themselves. Celandinepaw had come into her new position in a blaze of ignorance, thrust into a tragedy with little tools to drag her out except those of her mentor's. The golden molly still found herself to be more of a shadow to the older tomcat than any trusted confidant... And yet, she could not stop to contemplate the taste of violent bile upon the ends of her tongue. She did not harbor the voice to complain, nor the courage to deny the fate that had been granted to her. She did not have the right to do so, she reasoned grimly. Even the upbeat Celandinepaw found herself worn to the very bone with the plague that loomed just upon her memories, as if some morose oilspill had embedded itself into the basins of her figure, drawling upon her movements with a flick of a dastardly tongue. Akin to a beast prowling through ocean of shadows, she felt the tangible weights of her peers' hopes and expectations. It had been borne out of good will, though twisted by the misery of her own situation. She still took it upon herself to check up on her fellow clanmates, for they counted on her like a floret counted on the sun, with eyes turned skyward for her supposed breadth of knowledge. And as she ambled through the camp, strangely quiet with only an occasional wind to bay through, she noticed a particular apprentice with his head turned downwards to the ground. Deerpaw... Fictitious eyebrows furled as she remembered his father, seized by the scourge of illness, and the toll it must have taken on him. She could not, in good faith, leave him to suffer with the tumult surrounding him.

"Hi, Deerpaw! Nothin' much. I just, uh, wanted to check up on you. See how you were doing and all with the plague." She offered a tired smile to the earth-toned tomcat as she padded up to him. "Do you mind if I sit next to you? I'm just taking a little break from running around all day." Without waiting to see if he would grant her permission, she sat a few mouse-lengths away from him, with a wheat-stalk tail curled along the tops of soil-stained paws.

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

• OUT OF CHARACTER. sorry for the lateness awawawa
  
  

  ❁ — 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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