- Dec 18, 2022
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── .∘°°∘. ── //lil cw for slight descriptions of prey remains if that bothers anyone
As greenleaf lingers and casts aside the traces of budding newleaf, Wolfsong knows it is time to prepare. He has carefully tracked the moons since he was a child, freshly bereft, determined that he would not forget to honor his mother (and tempted, at times, to honor his father despite the cowardice at his end). It will be the first time Wolfsong endeavors to guide an offering into WindClan soil. He is not certain that he should. She was not born here, nor buried (with what little there was to cover with earth), and she was not one of StarClan's— perhaps he will simply disturb her undying peace, calling to her from so far away.
But it feels worse still to do nothing, and so he prepares. There is time yet before the anniversary truly arrives, and he needs gifts. He begins by sorting through the remnants of finished meals, scraps of fur and bone scarred by teeth. Later, he will find feathers, flowers, stones— now he searches for intact claws of rabbits and bird skulls. If he could, he would present a dog claw to her. Perhaps she would forgive the disturbance if he did, but he does not have the means this time. Nor any other, in truth; he will change that one day.
The birds here sing more sweetly and cast fewer great shadows, but I hope they will bring you amusement. At the very least, they will prove my loyalty to your memory. He will have to bury his chosen bones for a while, allow the soil to strip them clean(er), but he is not yet done choosing.
As greenleaf lingers and casts aside the traces of budding newleaf, Wolfsong knows it is time to prepare. He has carefully tracked the moons since he was a child, freshly bereft, determined that he would not forget to honor his mother (and tempted, at times, to honor his father despite the cowardice at his end). It will be the first time Wolfsong endeavors to guide an offering into WindClan soil. He is not certain that he should. She was not born here, nor buried (with what little there was to cover with earth), and she was not one of StarClan's— perhaps he will simply disturb her undying peace, calling to her from so far away.
But it feels worse still to do nothing, and so he prepares. There is time yet before the anniversary truly arrives, and he needs gifts. He begins by sorting through the remnants of finished meals, scraps of fur and bone scarred by teeth. Later, he will find feathers, flowers, stones— now he searches for intact claws of rabbits and bird skulls. If he could, he would present a dog claw to her. Perhaps she would forgive the disturbance if he did, but he does not have the means this time. Nor any other, in truth; he will change that one day.
The birds here sing more sweetly and cast fewer great shadows, but I hope they will bring you amusement. At the very least, they will prove my loyalty to your memory. He will have to bury his chosen bones for a while, allow the soil to strip them clean(er), but he is not yet done choosing.
- — ★★★☆☆ 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.