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[CELANDINEPAW]

Chilly autumn winds hung upon Celandinepaw's whiskers and purls, like an algid weight of forthcoming winter, inevitably frosting into even the sun-warmed flanks and cheeks of the medicine cat apprentice. She didn't remember leaf-fall relenting so easily to the throes of leaf-bare, and yet, scarcity seemed to etch its way onto every little aspect of Windclan. It did not crackle and growl like some spurned sun, but instead remained in the background as some estranged entity, though one that still knelled like an omen to all who would listen. She tried not to occupy herself with grim thoughts of the future - doing so only paralyzed her, rooted her paws to the unforgiving earth. The wheat-colored molly carried along a scrawny hare by its limp nape, like a russet flash upon dull and brittle hues of the moorlands, leaf-fall felled and shedding upon the naked fields. Letting out a long exhale through her nostrils, the tabby she-cat glanced around for a particular place to take a break from all the madness of the medicine cat den. Cottonsprig had allowed her to leave, anyhow, under the condition that she were to return no later than when the sun started to bow its crown downwards. That was until she caught a glimpse of bright blue eyes staring at her relaxed frame, frigid as winter's waking days, though perhaps it did not disrobe her and shake her to the core as the harsh season did. The warrior seemed... inquisitive, almost, or perhaps she could not sense the judgment that belied ice-rimmed glance. Paleface sat just a fox-length from her, and she only blinked her own mint-leaf eyes before she realized that she should say something to the other.

"Hi, Paleface! Oh, uh, don't worry. I sorted some herbs and talked to some patients before I got this. It's against the warrior code, I think, but I'm just so hungry! You get it, right? Like, I really can't focus with the way my stomach is growling... and I made sure to take the skinniest piece of prey, too. I didn't eat all morning." The ever-bright Celandinepaw beamed behind where ivories caught into mud-painted fur of her meal. As if on cue, her gut rumbled uproariously, even sending shivers along rushing veins.

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

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Please wait for Paleface ( @helly ) to respond!
  
  

  ❁ — 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 & 14 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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[Paleface.]

☆.。.:*・ THE STARS KNOW THE TRUTH ☆.。.:*​

He watched the kits play in front of the nursery, having already filled their round little bellies with some of their first fresh-kill, and sighed in the cold air. Leaf-bare was approaching fast and he was worried about the brief bought of disease that had sprouted in Windclan's rank this past leaf-fall. Thankfully, they had been able to recover, but the numbers lost were still too great to say that they had been lucky.

Celandinepaw exited the medicine den and he peered at her as she grabbed something from the fresh-kill pile. She had, apparently, realized his gaze was upon her and he nearly laughed when she tried to explain her grumbling stomach and why she'd not fed the kits and queens before herself. "You are just fine, Celandinepaw. I made sure they ate, no hard feelings," He told her, smiling at her-- if a bit ruefully.​

basic info notes ☆.。.:*・

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  PALEFACE —— moorrunner of windclan. mentoring no one. deceased x deceased. littermate to saltwave and bluepaw ✦ penned by helly
  ✦ black tabby/chocolate tabby chimera w/ low white & blue eyes
  ✦ cis masc / he/him / 20 moons
  ✦ single / monoflexible / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag main account when attacking
  
  ✦ "Speech," Thoughts, all opinions are in character and do not reflect on me, helly, as a person.
  ✦ tags — dm on discord for plots — toyhouse​
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  any kind of notes here be it general or combat related.​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sleep addles Sedgepounce, wracks his brain and makes his eyes all scratchy. He's a night owl at his core—but the life of a warrior is often an early morning one, so he cobbles himself together and makes do. Wake up, check. Feed the nursery, check. Up next on his blearily-regarded checklist is to visit Cottonsprig so she can check on my jacked up face, but as Sedgepounce meanders back in the direction of the freshkill pile, his grumbling stomach leads him astray.

Eating first won't hurt...probably. It's at least what he tells himself as he stumbles forward and grabs a vole out of sheer chance. A yawn ripples through him before he can take a first bite, but he has to clench his jaw closed to keep from exacerbating his wound. The brief lapse in his zombie-like motions sets him just near enough to hear Celandinepaw's nervous ramblings.

"Try to chill a little, Cela," Sedgepounce hums sleepily. He doesn't know why he says anything, Paleface has got it covered. "We've got prey enough for everyone. That's what matters most." As if to punctate his point, the tomcat takes a bite of his breakfast.
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