- Mar 14, 2024
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"Heehee, do you remember when our workfolk let their kittens ride on the horses? There were so many workfolk kits! I can't believe that the horses were so patient with them, even when they were mewling and yowling. We were just kits then, too. Mom never let us outside the barn - I wonder why? Then again, those kits are so strong that they can pick up even a full-grown cat! Ughh. I always hated being picked up. I remember biting the finger of the last foolish workfolk that dared to do that."
Upon a roundabout and routine conversation with her dear sibling Marigoldstem, Celandinepaw's bubbly voice rang through sunlit afternoon, like the autumnal breezes danced even along her light tone. Sunshot smile accented her rounded countenance, as if the very celestial bent and dented just to accomodate her ivory grin. Lately, leaf-fall had afforded them more abundant and joyous hours, so she figured it was best to take advantage of it than worry herself sick over the looming future. The day ambled by, like a drawn-out breath that strung away from the throat as mist, wafting along restless winds. Celandinepaw had already done everything that she needed to do, and the spotted tabby had become accustomed to the quotidian wear-and-tear of her duties. By now, it had grown into a static din that shifted from day to day, though stood constant. It was simple times like these where she wished that she could be back at the Horseplace with the workfolk, where the sun fell on its haunches at the wooden fence, and burned into the browns and reds of her birthplace. Do they miss us? Could they even do that with so many barn cats to account for? The Twolegs might not have noticed their absence - perhaps attributing them to being snatched away by a predator or some force of nature - but she was sure that her family did. She tried not to dwell on it for too long, for even placing her nails along the great sea of grief would surely suck her in, and it was better for her to float above it than to allow it to swallow her whole.
"You can't tell me the workfolk didn't try to pick you up, too. Doesn't it feel so weird?! Their fingers are so... eeugh. Like spindly sticks except they're warm and not wooden or whatever. And they like to roll you around in their paw pads too, like you're a pebble or something! Gosh, I wish someone would just pick them up and see how they like it." The golden molly chuffed as she playfully shoved at her sibling's shoulder with her own.
Upon a roundabout and routine conversation with her dear sibling Marigoldstem, Celandinepaw's bubbly voice rang through sunlit afternoon, like the autumnal breezes danced even along her light tone. Sunshot smile accented her rounded countenance, as if the very celestial bent and dented just to accomodate her ivory grin. Lately, leaf-fall had afforded them more abundant and joyous hours, so she figured it was best to take advantage of it than worry herself sick over the looming future. The day ambled by, like a drawn-out breath that strung away from the throat as mist, wafting along restless winds. Celandinepaw had already done everything that she needed to do, and the spotted tabby had become accustomed to the quotidian wear-and-tear of her duties. By now, it had grown into a static din that shifted from day to day, though stood constant. It was simple times like these where she wished that she could be back at the Horseplace with the workfolk, where the sun fell on its haunches at the wooden fence, and burned into the browns and reds of her birthplace. Do they miss us? Could they even do that with so many barn cats to account for? The Twolegs might not have noticed their absence - perhaps attributing them to being snatched away by a predator or some force of nature - but she was sure that her family did. She tried not to dwell on it for too long, for even placing her nails along the great sea of grief would surely suck her in, and it was better for her to float above it than to allow it to swallow her whole.
"You can't tell me the workfolk didn't try to pick you up, too. Doesn't it feel so weird?! Their fingers are so... eeugh. Like spindly sticks except they're warm and not wooden or whatever. And they like to roll you around in their paw pads too, like you're a pebble or something! Gosh, I wish someone would just pick them up and see how they like it." The golden molly chuffed as she playfully shoved at her sibling's shoulder with her own.
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OUT OF CHARACTER. Please wait for @Marigoldstem !
Prompt: "Twolegs have all sorts of strange traditions and rituals during leaf-fall. Having come from the barn, is there any experiences that Marigoldstem and Celandinepaw have picked up on, or made their own? Or perhaps they simply have a funny story to share about the oddness of twolegs - theyre such strange creatures after all."
❁ — 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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