private STARLIGHT, STAR BRIGHT [celandinepaw]

[MARBLEPAW]

Starlingheart is not far, but Marblepaw's feet are cursed with wanderlust today. She is careful not to stray too close to the dreaded Thunderpath, but not careful enough to ensure she isn't tripping over clumps of herbage lying in her path. The pale she-cat curses and unhooks her paw from a thicket of marsh grass: "Stars, I'm a toadbrain today..."

Marblepaw's ears flick. It is noisy here, on the WindClan border; there are few trees to block the shrill and sometimes howling winds that sweep the moorland, and the monsters who traverse their path do so on thunderous, massive paws. She turns as she hears pawsteps, half-expecting a WindClan patrol just marking their border, but to her surprise, she encounters only a single WindClan she-cat.

"Oh! Hi, Celandinepaw." Marblepaw smiles and the spare leaves she'd managed to scrape together drift from her maw and down to her paws. The sunlight surges through pale gray cloudcover, and in its glow, Celandinepaw's golden fur is luminous. "Are you by yourself today, or is Cottonsprig here too?"

Green eyes flick from Celandinepaw to the landscape behind her, but she sees no one, hears nothing else. Eager to abandon her tedious task, Marblepaw bounds closer to the Thunderpath, though she does not press her paws into the asphalt. "How's the yellowcough doing?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @CELANDINEPAW
• 
• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 9 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[CELANDINEPAW]

Gentle clouds illuminated Celandinepaw's golden fur as she walked alongside the Thunderpath's flank, like a nimbus strewn out for the earthly feline, nudged into place through the disheveled and quickly-groomed sprouts of fur. The wheat-hued molly had set out on her own this time, swimming through the tender daytime, of which she could easily escape the humdrum and dramatics of the clan's camp. The Thunderpath was not her favorite place to traverse, but there were many herbs that thrived alongside the harshness of the paved path. Chervil had already run its course for the season, cloistering itself away for better moons, but tansy and broom still persisted. Through a break in the roar of passing Monsters, the Windclan medicine cat apprentice's ears caught upon a familiar voice through the mire, like a sweetness to undertake the acrid asphalt that settled too heavily on her tongue. Marblepaw's taupe-and-pewter pelage stood out from the more cluttered side that belonged to Shadowclan and the Highstones. Easy smile rested along Celandinepaw's rounded countenance, and she trotted up to the edge of the Thunderpath, with spindled whiskers floating just beyond the ends.

"Hi, Marblepaw!" She called from the other side as paws rested just beyond the river of solid flint-hue, as if she hid behind the pall of malodrous miasma from the Monsters' throats, caressed by the marginalia of the moorlands that faltered just where the beasts roamed. Should I cross the Thunderpath? Am I allowed to do that? Will Cottonsprig yell at me if I do that...? Or maybe Starlingheart will do that, instead. Eek, I probably shouldn't trespass... "We're recovering well! Most of us are quite healthy now. Just in time for leaf-fall, too! We'll need all the strength we can get to get through leaf-bare, I think. What about Shadowclan? Are you guys doing okay now that Mirestar's leader?" She called out, cupping one paw to her mouth so that she could amplify her voice from afar. She had picked up on that trick at the Horseplace, though the wild cats had little use for magnifying their presence upon the sprawling landscape.

𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘈, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 ₊˚❀ ༉ ‧₊ ˚. ☘︎ 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘋

• OUT OF CHARACTER. text
  
  

  ❁ — 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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  CELANDINEPAW & TRANS WOMAN & 13 MOONS
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong & Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak her mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[MARBLEPAW]

Celandinepaw notices her, and, to the younger girl's surprise and pleasure, even remembers her name. The other medicine cat apprentice approaches the curve of the Thunderpath, her whiskers stirred by the open wind. The other healer, splendorous in her sunkissed fur, tells Marblepaw WindClan has made a miraculous recovery and is regaining their strength in time for leafbare. She blinks moss-colored eyes, feeling relieved; she hadn't wanted WindClan to suffer anymore than they had already.

"We are getting stronger, too! Mirestar is very organized." She blinks back some uncertainty — they're also very persistent, glued to your mother's side like they are... — but she brushes the thought away like an errant leaf caught in her fur.

The speckled she-cat lifts a paw to her mouth and cups it there, amplifying the volume of her voice. It does well to battle the rush of distant monsters, the endless cyclone circling WindClan's territory. Marblepaw mimics the gesture and calls, "Where'd you learn this? It's a neat trick! I'd come over there to chat, but, well..." She smiles; there's a hint of embarrassment in the lines. "I wouldn't want some border patrol to catch me, you know!" Then she'd really be in trouble — with Mirestar, Starlingheart, and all of WindClan!

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 9 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[CELANDINEPAW]

Seemingly-endless swathes of Monsters rumbled through the paths paved in asphalt, like a stampede of wild animals that left naught but storms bundled in their wake, rushing past and splitting its precious seconds of time. Celandinepaw hated the uncertainty of even being near the Thunderpath, as though it bubbled in misfortune from welting onyx-skin. Being in their realm never boded well, for the rejection of the wilds reigned supreme upon the bastard creations of man. "Barncat secret! Well, it's no secret anymore, I suppose. But I used to do this to call to cats from across the field! Dunno how it works, but it makes you sound as loud as a horse!" Celandinepaw continued to call out to Marblepaw, as though her honeyed words lie interminable even to the gnawing jaws of Monster-song, flushing through the divots of silence that each beast left behind. It was no match for the predators that spewed smoke and glowed greatly, but then again, little could compare. Besides, she could hardly be in damper spirits when Marblepaw's clan fared well. Although Shadowclan was not her responsibility, the golden tabby knew that even those not within her jurisdiction did not deserve tragedy as Windclan had experienced it. "Well... What if a patrol never comes? I mean, no cat has to know. Besides, it's not like you're gonna attack me or somethin'." A sliver of coyness painted at her sunshot smile, as if almost inviting the fawn tabby to cross the unspeakable border between the two, to give into the yawning abyss of impetuosity. What was life without indulgence, and a crisp autumn day without adventure to cut through the monotony?

𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘈, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 ₊˚❀ ༉ ‧₊ ˚. ☘︎ 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘋

• OUT OF CHARACTER. text
  
  

  ❁ — 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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• 

  CELANDINEPAW & TRANS WOMAN & 14 MOONS
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong & Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak her mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[MARBLEPAW]

The monsters' foul wind batters her pale tabby fur, and the acrid stench of them causes her eyes to water with every passage. In truth, she'd rather risk being caught by a patrol than continuing to sit where she is... and Celandinepaw has a point, doesn't she? Maybe a patrol won't come their way. And maybe medicine cats have a little bit of immunity, when it came to trespassing. It wasn't like she was going to hunt on WindClan's territory, after all; she was just going to... to visit a friend.

"I'd never do that," she reassures Celandinepaw with a fond blink of green eyes. "I don't even know how to fight, really." Lilacfur had promised long ago to teach her some basics, but no doubt she'd be too busy with her new kits and queendom to bother with something like that now.

After a long, reluctant heartbeat, Marblepaw skitters across the asphalt. She holds her breath, ignoring the pounding of her heart — she's never crossed a border before — until she is safely across the Thunderpath. The ground here feels different, firmer, and the breeze is sweet with wildflowers. She blinks, feeling as though she's stumbled into another world.

"So you used to be a... a... what did you call it? A barncat?" She waits for her flanks to steady before turning curious green eyes onto her companion. She wobbles to her paws, her tail flicking nervously. "Is that, like a... a rogue? 'Cause I used to be a rogue. Long time ago." Had she told anyone that — anyone outside ShadowClan, that is? She doesn't think so, but... Celandinepaw doesn't seem like the type to judge her for that.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 10 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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