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Leaf-fall morning had quieted itself, as though one could hear the soft breath echo and dissipate within their skull, calmed enough to become a distilled vapor in one's mind. That vapor was of contemplation and muses, of regrets and sorrows welling up to the surface, only to be guided away by the fog that faded into nothingness. As the night did, yesterday's melancholy would simply cessate, too. Celandinepaw wove through the golden wildgrasses, as the winds around her lie demure around her whiskers and her flanks, allayed by the sweet release from vernal wrath. Footfall had become near-silent at this point, as she knew just where the fields would complain with its crackling song. The former mouser had learned how finicky the wilderness tended to be, and thus, had shaped herself around its needs. She was not a beast living within its cavities - but rather, alongside its temper. The golden molly had gotten confident enough to the point where wandering the moorlands on her own did not daunt her, as though it were more of a slight repose offered into weary palms, quelled and placid world around her a miracle to bedevil herself with. The medicine cat apprentice had traversed these lands extensively, circling around and tracing her winding scent trails. The only place that she had not been to within all of Windclan's territories was the tunnels, and that was only because she was too big for it.
Nevertheless, Celandinepaw reveled in the quiescent, where not even the cicadas dared to thrum and perform. That was, until a strange crinkle sound graced her ears. It sounded akin to an ungraceful paw flattening a dried-out plant, the last throes of a wilted thing. Snapping out of whatever stupor she had trapped herself in, Celandinepaw whipped her head around, as though it were the knell of some quicksilver peril that she had barely caught for herself. Wheat-hued eyes blinked once and twice, half-expecting something to leap out from the cover of sawgrasses and whisk her away. It turned out that the source of the strange sound had come from just beyond her whiskers, trapped between two stalks of wild grain. What lie before her was a strange transparent leaf, obtrusive like a bulging tick that festered upon an open wound, though it hardly made a scene of itself as it simply fell to the ground. What is that...? I've never seen anything like it. Some sort of weird herb? Like, a water leaf or something. It rustled again, as if in response. There was something about it that captivated her, the way it danced in the fluttering zephyrs and called to her with that saccharine yet sallow whisper... With widened eyes, Celandinepaw batted at the alluring leaf-like object, as if it were a piece of prey that tittered at her every strike. A mrrrp escaped from the bottom of her throat as she continued... playing with the "leaf".
Nevertheless, Celandinepaw reveled in the quiescent, where not even the cicadas dared to thrum and perform. That was, until a strange crinkle sound graced her ears. It sounded akin to an ungraceful paw flattening a dried-out plant, the last throes of a wilted thing. Snapping out of whatever stupor she had trapped herself in, Celandinepaw whipped her head around, as though it were the knell of some quicksilver peril that she had barely caught for herself. Wheat-hued eyes blinked once and twice, half-expecting something to leap out from the cover of sawgrasses and whisk her away. It turned out that the source of the strange sound had come from just beyond her whiskers, trapped between two stalks of wild grain. What lie before her was a strange transparent leaf, obtrusive like a bulging tick that festered upon an open wound, though it hardly made a scene of itself as it simply fell to the ground. What is that...? I've never seen anything like it. Some sort of weird herb? Like, a water leaf or something. It rustled again, as if in response. There was something about it that captivated her, the way it danced in the fluttering zephyrs and called to her with that saccharine yet sallow whisper... With widened eyes, Celandinepaw batted at the alluring leaf-like object, as if it were a piece of prey that tittered at her every strike. A mrrrp escaped from the bottom of her throat as she continued... playing with the "leaf".
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OUT OF CHARACTER. PROMPT: "The wind brings something strange to camp - shiny, colorful 'leaves' that seem oddly sweet! Is this new toy something the older warriors are familiar with, or a fun new surprise for all involved?"
❁ — 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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