private high school dance // brackenpaw

[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig wonders if she has some sort of draw to her. She must, for even the sour sort of her Clan are inclined to relax with her. Today, with the sun hanging in the air, she has somehow dragged the authority-adverse Brackenpaw into a seated position beside her. The coal-striked molly seemed none-to-eager to halt in her duties, but also rather annoyed to be instructed in them at all. An odd balancing act, that one - though it is not the medicine cat's duty to decipher the machinations of the apprentice's mindset.

A rabbit lays between them, partially eaten already. Cottonsprig has a goal with this encounter, yet after several bites and a few moments of failed small-talk... she has still yet to bring it up. The smoke-furred molly chews the remaining morsel in her maw for too long, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to put words to her emotions and wants.

"You'll be a full tunneler soon, right?" she finally speaks, her ears folding back on her head.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc // @Brackenpaw

• ❥ 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?

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  ⸻❥ 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.

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[Brackenpaw]

It's clear by the half relaxed posture with the shock to sudden rigidness right back to relaxed that Brackenpaw remembered who she was sitting with on occasion. Frustratingly she somewhat enjoys Cottonsprig's company so they don't make an effort to move away, even she was the one to approach the Medicine Cat to begin with. The spot in the sun looked nice and the smoke's presence isn't exactly detested. Plus, she had helped herself and Tigersting heal respectively, there is a trepidation but a shaky trust is placed between them. They wonder if she would break it, Cottonsprig isn't one to bite her tongue back which is a quality Brackenpaw admires but they partially hope that she ruins whatever fragile trust there is with it.

Cottonsprig isn't met with much beyond non-committal answers to whatever small talk she attempts. Unfortunately she is met with mhm's and yes or no, there's nothing of substance and as such they don't particularly feel the need to reply. Their gaze flicks to the rabbit, then to her partner for this brief moment. A not quite friend, not quite acquaintance, labels like that are confusing so she mostly chooses to omit it. This question catches her off guard, enough that she catches herself mid non-committal hum.

"Ah, you heard?" A large orange and black ear twitches as she studies the she-cat in scrutiny. Brackenpaw hadn't thought her warrior ceremony would be so soon, as far as they're aware per Sunvar's (Stupid in her opinion) rule she still had a pawful of moons left. Scorchstar had surprised them with the assessment. They don't feel like they failed that abysmally to warrant not being a full tunneler soon. Time would tell they suppose, she huffs and rests her chin on her paw. Rabbit now a forgotten thing as she stares off at the mingling of cats within the center of camp.

"Yeah, I guess so. Not long now, already had my assessment" they comment with a shrug, not willing to spend much time thinking about the why's surrounding this nebulous situation lest she spiral. They make an effort to look bored, it doesn't work as the eyes that seek out Cottonsprig are full of curiosity. "Why do you ask?" They bite their tongue from asking if she's looking for tips, remembering that time she had lectured the older cat in the tunnels back when she was much younger.

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• ooc.
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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 14 moons
  
  
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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