camp GENTLE WITH ME // herbs

[spicepurr]

Another long night, but this time the she-cat doesn't return home empty pawed. This time, a cluster of well maintained leaves and stems crowd her maw, plucked greedily from some garden she had come across. In truth she had no idea if it was of any use to Fireflyglow, but she had to try at least, right? Her recent folly with hunting had plagued her, for she came to the subtle realization that while she can go home and rest in a warm nest and have a half decent meal any time she wants... many of her Clanmates can't. Sure, they cannot eat leaves for a meal, but surely this could help alleviate a single worry of theirs, right?

Her tail twitches as she approaches the medicine den, acknowledging some of the early risers with a slight dip of her head. She seeks out @Fireflyglow with half lidded, tired eyes, soon placing the pungent herb cluster by the mouth of his den. "Hey, Fireflyglow? Sorry t'wake you... I found something, and I wanted to know if it's useful to you?" Maybe she can bring home more if it is.

[ rolled a 17, rare herb treatment YAYYY & no need to wait :3 ]
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[flax]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — the color of our planet from far, far away .​

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Troublesome as he is, Flax has not kept to his temporary nest as much as he rightly should. At every twitch of the nearby woven hazel entrance, his curiosity brings him to stand and toddle over—and even now he's awake, scrambling up and out of his nest into the early dawn light when he should be fast asleep. "What's that?" Screwing up eyes still gummy with a lingering infection, he approaches a pungent scent that had flooded the den, moreso following his nose than what he can see of Spicepurr. He cranes his neck, sniffling against the unfamiliar smell with a distrustful squint of his running baby blues. The cat living here, Fireflyglow, had been feeding him yucky plants just like this bundle. Why were these cats so obsessed with eating leaves? Leaves sure don't taste very good. That much he knows.

"I want a mouse," he promptly begins to whine, looking up to the witchy-looking cat with his tailtip dragging flat on the ground in his following show of despair. Being so young, he'd of course jumped to the conclusion that Spicepurr was bringing the medicine cat these plants to make him eat them. Crouching into a bothered huddle, his fluffy tail curls around himself, and he looks glumly back down to the stems, dreading chewing on more bitter pulp (although he would, if he really had to, to get rid of the sickness that kept him from playing with the other kittens). "Mice eat leaves," Flax suddenly continues on, one tiny paw reaching to poke at the pile testily. "And cats aren't mice, we're cats. We eat the mice." Glowering poutily, he looks up, whiskers shoved forward. "So I want a mouse!"

 

[Fireflyglow]

The hazel bush rustles with the movement of the large tom in the back of his den, shaking out his pelt and limbs stretching to accommodate the lack of movement. His clanmates had done well as of late, but he does not miss the tired lull in Spicepurr's voice. He remembers when she had accompanied him to find Dawnglare and Mallowlark, and his heart aches with sympathy; she shouldn't have had to experience that. That was his burden to carry, and his alone.

His paws carry him over to the mouth of his den, tail reaching out to gently swat Flax's ear in warning. "No touching, young one." Fireflyglow grumbles, though it is less out of annoyance and moreso out of fear that the germs the kit held in his body would spread. Fireflyglow dips his head low in thanks to Spicepurr, sniffing the herb over with his nose. "Where did you happen to find this, my friend?" He asks the Daylight Warrior, curious as to the location so he could look once more later on. "This is Lungwort. It is very uncommon to find this herb during this season. Very well done, Spicepurr." He praised the she-cat, a small smile forming on his lips.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 27 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fawnkit was the next kit to approach, moreso out of curiosity than anything when he saw Spicepurr bringing over bustles of leaves and Flax seemingly about to dig down on them before Fireflygloq stopped him. Tufted ears perked as he wiggled his way to stand next to Spicepurr with wide bi-colored eyes, the bitter smell of herbs hitting Fawnkit in his face while he hummed slightly and looked over at Fireflyglow curiously.

"What is lungwort? Why do you need it? Uh... what does it do?" questions pooling from the kit's mouth once more, something that was quite common with the child, his gaze once more looking down towards the lungwort once more trying to figure out why Fireflyglow was so happy about retrieving such a thing and he let a soft huff come from his maw while his fluffy tail swished, awaiting for a reply to his mouthfull of questions.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[flax]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — the color of our planet from far, far away .​

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As his ear earns a scolding swat from the tip of a soft-furred tail, Flax ducks down, instantly shifting his pout of an expression from Spicepurr to Fireflyglow. "I didn't touch it," he's quick to whine, though it was pretty obvious he had. But how was the medicine cat supposed to know that? From what Flax could tell, he couldn't even see. Staring at the claw marks adorning each of his eyes for a moment, the sickly kit then scrambles back to his paws to peek around him, eyeing the bundle of stems with the same wary, uncomfortable glowering that he'd shown them before. The medicine cat claims that they're lungwort, which sounds as gross as it smells. As Fawnkit wiggles his way in, hard on Spicepurr's heels, he tilts his ears toward his flood of questions. Fireflyglow is clearly busy, so he'll come to the other kit's rescue!

"Well," Flax begins, puffing his chest, "Lungwort makes you breathe better." He inflates his tone haughtily, feigning importance as he teaches the older kit. Of course, he has no idea what it actually does. This conclusion was drawn from nothing but the name alone, because lungs help a cat breathe. His eyes light up—maybe, just maybe, the -wort part means that it treats warts! "And it helps when frogs pee on you," he tacks on with a note of mischief, his eyes sparkling as he lifts a paw, as if he were about to trot over and herd the other kit away from the smelly herbs so that they could play somewhere else. But he hesitates, then places it down, deciding after a moment to keep dutifully beside Fireflyglow. He would feel awful if he got Fawnkit sick, too.

 

[BLOODY MARY]

Kitty heritage didn't make her clueless. Not like this bug, tiny seedling of a thing chirping away... Funny thing, since seedling's didn't really speak... Not to the likes of them, anyways. Tomorrow's roadkill, they might as well be... Knowledges burden can be carried with ease so long as it's not acknowledged as such... The Medicine Cats! She knew them, yes. Magic men chanting to the stars! It was not terribly important... the tiniest of branches snapped off of a spiraling oak... but wasn't she too lowly to even fathom that difference?

Fruit flies buzz around something ripe and sweet. Lowly them, lowly her... An intrusion like hers is loud, true. Pale spider springing upon an unwelcome web... If she ought to rot the place, she could help him some. " Ticks shouldn't chirp so much. " Rumble of a word... A beastly head severs itself on the den's cusp. Small mercy on the Medicine Cat, that they could only feel her eyes on them... " In need of a plucking, Star-speaker? " She'd drag 'em screaming, if he needed.

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 12 . 05 )

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ DAYLIGHT APPRENTICE. SHE - HER - HERS. 26 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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