private PLAYED A DOUBLE JEUX | sheeppaw

[CELANDINEPAW]

The plague had its way of worming even into the impenetrable marble of youth, cracking it open and leaving it asunder. Kittens, with their faces brimmed in eiderdown-laden fur, had now seen their cheeks frazzle with the uncertainty of it all. Innocence could only shield them so far, when even the cushioned world of moss-nest and mother-belly fell apart at their wobbling feet. Celandinepaw saw how rising sickness sapped the moorlands of everything, high spirits draining down a basin like tidewater, and sinking into the naked earth. Lining the eyes and hardening the heart, it infested even the verdancy of the moorlands, tinging it with some sickly sap of a lingering sense of unease. There had been some resentment, then, of allowing it to taint even Celandinepaw's sunshot countenance. There was still a job to be done though, as the weight upon bare-bones shoulders seemed to wax in strength the longer she continued, the coppice of expectations exhausting even one crafted of joyous flint. Why me?, was the question often asked to deaf stars, of which she did not know even listened to her, of terribly and fearfully made outsider. She hadn't much time to question it, however harshly it peeled at her skin, bubbled up in welts of white-hot dread.

"Are you, um, okay?" Celandinepaw's voice rang of uncertainty through the medicine cat den, as though she had not truly claimed herself within her new role just yet, weaving through the lindens and lichens of such a labyrinthine task. A dark-tipped apprentice lie upon one nest, and she took care not to approach too closely - lest even the quickly-made apprentice fall prey to the glutton of pestilence.

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 11 Moons
  —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[SHEEPPAW]

Frankly, he hates being cooped up with nowhere to go. But he is sick after all, so he kinda maybe gets it. But... IT STILL STINKS! He grumbles a little. While a large ear twitches and swivels towards a pair of approaching pawsteps. He cracks open his eyes, a once bright sky - blue replaced to a dull color as he breathed slowly. A soft voice spoke. Huh? He squints through the gloom, wrinkling his muzzle slightly. Before he opens his maw to answer back with a soft rasp.

"I'm doin' fuh-fine, I think..." Her mind feels like it's flooding with too many thoughts, all at once. Swallowing thickly. Talking, these days sucks. Still, she continues all while moving her head to face the voice. "Who're.. you? Are you new?" She hasn't seen this apprentice around before. Or maybe she has, but wasn't paying close attention. Dull - colored eyes narrow, as her head lulls to the side where it rests on her paws. Sheeppaw blinks before letting a smile reach her maw. Though strained, he breathes through her nose. "It's so... boring here. I hate being sick, i-it sucks..." He lets out a weak laugh, as he gazes at the newcomer.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 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 9 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
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[CELANDINEPAW]

"Oh! I'm Celandinepaw. I'm, uh, the new medicine cat apprentice." Like honeyed saliva sticking to the ends of tongues and backs of throats, her new role seemed not to fall out of her mouth as gracefully as her name, for it still seemed like a moniker she had not earned. Wheat-tinged gaze stared back at the sky-blue eyes of her patient, rheum as marginalia threading at the ends of pestilence, and she only saw what she could not prevent. She would have considered the opalescent nature of how the plague welled up upon unforeseen color a beauty, if not such a tragedy that weighed leaden upon her pawsteps. The face of illness, the plague laughing back at her in mocking rasps and slow heaves. Sheeppaw's breatch still hitched upon his maw, like verses smeared viscid upon the roof of her mouth, for the sickness sapped the strength of the living and pooled it within the viscera of the near-dead. At least she still bore her voice, and at least his ailment had not taken everything from him. She still smiled, though it strained along darkened muzzle, like a remainder of blood and guts through a scavenged corpse. He was not hollowed out yet, there was still a pulsating and welting heart within him. The light of dogged light, fervent and torrid as it was, did not surrender and bow its sullen head so easily.

"I'm sorry... I know it sucks. Wish I could help you more. All I can do is give you what I've been told to give you. Maybe I can help you with conversation? If you'd like, I can tell you some stories from the Horseplace." Sheeppaw's not a kitten, wool-brain. Still, whatever helped. She was sure that the patients would need moral support, too.

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

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• ( NOTE: Reference is a placeholder until a drawn reference can be supplied. Credit HERE )​
  
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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 12 Moons
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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