private TAKE IT EASY —— celandinepaw

[BUCKFIRE]

A much-needed wad of soaking wet moss was deposited at the nest-rustled, heavy-eyed tom's paws. The beads of water glistening atop spongy green looked utterly refreshing, which motivated the ill cat to sit upright. "Thank you. 'ppreciate it." Buck drawls, his usual energy lacking some as he manages to be respectful nonetheless. As much as Buck could sport a full ego and perhaps an unserious playfulness, he exuded a country charm that was undoubtedly genuine. He paid his favor where it was due, and right now the medicine cats were standing in the way of him and death's den. This "Yellowcough" had wiped out a large population of clan cats a cycle of seasons ago, or so he'd been told. If he were to up and leave now, who knew if he'd even live to see leaf-fall?

Sore eyes roll upward toward the yellowy feline who'd provided Buck with his daily hydration — they were Wolfsong's protege, he remembers, though he can't recall having ever directly interacted with them. Getting to know WindClan's higher council would benefit him, surely. He knew Sunstar, Scorchstreak, and Wolfsong but nobody really outside of that. "D'you have a name, Spots?" The former loner meows after briefly lapping at the liquid-filled plant. "I reckon I should remember it, but my head's been pretty hazy lately." That was understandable, surely. Everyone in the Badger Sett was exhausted with this sickness having taken its toll on their bodies. Even the healers were likely worn out from seeing to patients all day and night.

𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 　 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

• @CELANDINEPAW

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  a horseplace loner, buck is thirty moons. he is a ruggedly handsome tom, sporting lean muscle and a slightly taller-than-average stature. there is a nick in his left ear as well as a small scratch on his right lip. he smells heavily of hay and wood chips.　✦

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[CELANDINEPAW]

The daily routine of her job felt like grinding stones upon stones, like the same movements gritted upon the same sand-worn path, making the same impressions over and over upon the skin of the earth. Dipping less-than-fresh moss into water and allowing it to revel in subtle sanctuary seemed more like muscle memory than anything. Acumen discolored and clouded by the miasma of the circumstances, a thick fog that drowned even her conscious breath away, had left her nothing but a cat who convinced herself she helped her clan with nothing more than menial tasks. "D'you have a name, Spots?" The familiar twang of the Horseplace's kin rumbled through Buck's throat and out his maw, though the sickness took hold of even the strings within his vocal chords, as though the icebound fang of leafbare had come raging through the greenleaf melancholy. The molly turned her head back to face the man who had found his roost upon the badger sett, of which had become the home of the stray and the wounded. The makeshift holding space had become replete upon bodies and bodies of softly-rising bellies, though their symphony arrived upon dismal and tragic wing, with rasps and coughs and hacks. The recognition, even through the rime-rimmed madness, was some iota of comfort. "The name's Celandinepaw. Though, maybe you knew me as just Celandine? I swear, I've seen you at the barn before. Seriously! I was much littler back then, though." The spotted tabby offered the tomcat a smile that strained along rye-hued features, as if the remnants of a grin now grated upon the parget of her muzzle, cracks of clay and mold upon the statuette of her sunshot countenance. It had not been just her to seek refuge (or adventure) within Windclan, it seemed. She wondered of Buck's journey before mud-colored footfall ever reached the margins of the moorlands, if his life had been sordid or joyful, or anything between the two extrema.

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

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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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