camp IT'S TIME FOR A RAVE ഒ₊˚ DUST BATH

[SHEEPPAW]

Being free from the dark and sickly gloom of the Badger Sett has brought him comfort. He had squeezed himself back into the apprentice's den with the other apprentices (after he replaced his nest). He had sent an allusion of a prayer to the heavens above. He had... been discomfit at the sight of the prone form of Quietcrow. Just like Lilypaw... But not. Shaking his head free from the negative thoughts plaguing him.

She currently has nothing to do. What should she do? She plops himself out in front of the apprentice's den, thumping her dark plumy tail against the ground with her most, bestest thinking face. HMMM... A-ha! The black smoke jumps onto her charcoal-dusted paws with a grin. From the bugs crawling or buzzing their way around in the soil, and from the mawkish elders laying in their den. He wanted to do something fairly different today, with a sweep of his tail. Sheeppaw takes a short jaunt, with a bounce in his step as he wanders away from the apprentice's den.

There was a lazy but loquacious buzz around camp, while she passed by clanmates. Dark paws take her to a small clearing, she bends her head down towards the dirt. She probably looks weird, having his head in the dirt... but oh well! The black smoke paws at the ground, disturbing the dust in front of her. An ear flicks before eventually yielding to his impulses, promptly throwing himself into the dirt... onto his side.

Kicking up dust in the process. She twists her body around onto her other side, looking over her shoulder to see some dust got caught in her untinted fur. She lets out a little noise from her throat, before letting her head fall on the ground with a hum. He lets himself still for a minute, while his tail lashes across the dirt. He starts rolling around on the ground, getting grass bits and even more dust on his already dust - covered form

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
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  — penned by calzone

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig would be amiss to not think of how she missed the casual nature of Clan life. She cannot experience it all as she once did - not with the threat of yellowcough still holding over them, and much less with the trouble she, personally, caused. But sometimes there are snippets, where the immutable fact of life remains. That if there is time and space to do so, apprentices will goof off, and the medicine cat will have the temptation to join them.

"Remind me not to sit beside her when we're sharing tongues later," Cottonsprig jests with whoever idles nearest to her. Rolling in the dust seems fun, in a carefree sort of way. It's evidently just something to pass the time whilst Sheeppaw waits for direction. Not all apprentices will be eager to fill their free time with tick-grooming or barrier-repair. The she-cat, regardless of if her joke is taken well or not, waves her tail to the black smoke playing about in the dirt. "You should be careful - leaf-fall likes to have bugs hiding under everything."

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

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• ❥ 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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[NIGHTKIT!]

It was the first time Nightkit had taken witness of a such sordid activity coming from one of the older apprentices, any apprentice for that matter. Perhaps it was expected of kits to participate in activities like this he at least knew one of his kinship wouldn't mind to join in being just as jovial like this one was it seemed. Personally though, Nightkit couldn't see themselves rolling around in dirt like this not thinking it would be worthwhile of thier time.

Now if he pictured Bramblekit doing this though he could imagine Heatherkit watching with discomfit from a distance knowing quite well how obsessed his sister was with her apperance, so wouldn't have been able to stand a such behavior from their sister. Cottonsprig was quick to upbraid Sheeppaw for her immature behavior most would only see in kits. Although he could easily tell she was saying it with humour and not trying to actually belittle them. Overall it seemed to be an acceptable behavior for an apprentice to have.

Nightkit however, prefered to remain at a distance to simple watch.


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[SILKENPAW]

જ➶ The young molly can not pretend that she doesn't
hear the strange sounds. The rapid pattering of paws and them the sudden thud of a body hidding the ground. At first she had thought that perhaps someone is sparring nearby but the longer she listened the more she came to realize that there is only the sound of one upon the ground. Tumbling and fumbling about. Her maw twists into something akin to uncertainty as she accesses the situation. Blank stare narrowed as the oriental contemplates. Her ears flick forward as she hears someone coming and then by scent alone she realizes who it is. Cottonsprig. The returned medicine cat. Her maw parts to ask just what she means before suddenly her inbale is met by dust and debris. It causes her to hack and cough for a moment, inhale a wheeze that she forces back before she snaps her useless gaze toward where she thinks it all came from.

"What are you even doing?" Nonsense, rolling all over the ground like a kit. Her tongue tastes that soil and she feels the need to spit. Her muzzle curls and she turns her head away. "Bugs? I hope they get a tick for that."​