pafp SCAVENGERS CIRCLE OVERHEAD ⛧ curiosity

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Glinting eyes of firelight rove the dark hollow of the medicine den, walls of stone and gorse pierced by a searching gaze. A small blot of shadow darkens the entrance, leaning further and further forward. They are not to cross the threshold, they have been forbidden... But where is the harm in taking a little look inside?

The whole place is strange, smelling of bitter leaves and bitterer sick. Even more intriguing than the healers who call it home is the newest addition: a kit from beyond the clan quickly whisked away into the dark of the den. She is barred from seeing her peers, from entering the nursery that the rest of the clan's youth call home. So, it seems that they will have to come to her instead. "Psst. Hey, um. You," they call in a warbling whisper. They don't know the kit's name; does she even have one?

Guilt prickles across a spine-pelted back at the memory of his introduction to Weepingkit. He had frightened her, then, and he is determined to not do the same to the newest arrival. His voice is soft, crooning. "My name is Vulturekit, I'm... I wanted t-t-to say hello..." They can't quite make her out in the dim, but they know she is in there; there is nowhere else for the kit to be. "Who... who are you? Are you - um, okay? I d-d-d... I didn't get to see, when you g-got here..."

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

• @NAMELESS KIT
  

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[LUNGWORTKIT]

Lungwortkit. She is newly christened; Cotton had repeated the name to her many times, listening as she hacked it out like she does every word. Then she had left to get something called herbs, pressing her nose to the velvety tuft on Lungwortkit's forehead like a promise and momentarily soothing her. The girl reclines in her nest, wheezing thickly between magpie - like repetitions of her new name, kneading the moss that frames her world along with silver - smoked fur. Her small, translucent white - shred claws flex in and out, in and out of the green wad of vegetation in a motion either soothing or combative, depending on the light it's cast in.

" Lung - wort - kit, Lung - wort - kit, " she murmurs between harsh gasps for breath, like a tiny monk repeating a prayer. Each syllable is a chunk of precious gemstone in her throat, forcing her to sound it out in sickly wheezes. " Lung - wort - kit. "

" Huh? " The girl peers uncomprehendingly at the face intruding into the distance of her vision, a sharp shape with a fan of spire - like fur around his countenance that blocks the blinding light of what she is beginning to identify as the not - here. Vul - ture - kit, as he terms himself, spills out a spew of stammering words that momentarily mystifies Lungwortkit, reducing her to blinking her lone eye at the distant face.

" Vul - ture - kit, " she parrots into the gloom. How is this other child so wondrously verbose? Lungwortkit's mother had never taught her many words, and though Cotton is trying, she is unknowingly far behind her peers. She stands and leans forward so far she looks like a hound scenting a prey - bird, as though she might topple over in a splatter of mucus. Her breathing is weak, labored, but she wheezes thickly, employing the new words Cotton has imparted, " 'M Lung - wort - kit. 'M sick."

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Cottonsprig's smallest patient is...interesting, to say the least. Clearly, she has much progress to make before she will be on equal standing with the average WindClan kit, and not simply because of her frail body. She is learning to use her voice in a way other kits have learned earlier, and Wolfsong frowns to himself, thinking of why it might be that a kitten is undersocialized and sickly. None of the reasons he considers are very kind, but at least she is here now, among clanmates who will care for her— who do care for her.

Wolfsong is cleaning dirt from fresh herbs at the back of the den when he hears a quiet murmur. He doesn't identify the owner until he glances over at the mouth of the hollow, where a young silhouette leans forward as far as he can without actually entering. Amusement warms his eye. Lungwortkit and Vulturekit are having a conversation in low, haltering tones, and after a pause, Wolfsong rises to step closer.

"Sick, yes— but you will be feeling much better in time. Then you will join Vulturekit in the nursery, and hopefully we won't have to feed you herbs for a long while."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ 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: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Cottonsprigs find is worrisome - Periwinklebreeze has not seen a child so sickly in a long time, and already he can feel painful memories fighting to resurface. Still, the queen pushes on, a tired smile upon his maw as the queen joins the three of them, carefully setting a rabbit down as he does so. " For you - th-the rest of the nursery already had th-their fill, " he says, nodding to wolfsong and the newly dubbed 'lungwortkit' - and stars, he hopes she hasn't been named that for the reasons he suspects she was... still, they've already treated her, so nothing could go wrong, right? They wouldn't be allowing visitors, if they were still worried about others getting sick. " It's n-nice to meet you, Lung-g-wortkit - I'm p-periwinklebreeze, " he says softly. " Mhm ~ I'm sure c-cottonsprig and wolfsong are t-taking g-g-good care of you and you'll be b-better in no time, they're very g-g-good at their j-j-jobs,"

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