pafp THIS ONE'S OPTIMISTIC \ taste test

[BERRYHEART]

Since his appetite had nosedived, Berryheart's eating habits had taken a nosedive. He had seldom wandered to the fresh-kill pile, and had never finished the meals he had taken or been brought. Still, he kept his energy as lofty as he could manage. With the aid of hawkweed and chickweed both, he was convinced the frog in his throat would soon die, and his appetite would return.

He had beckoned Snowy into the camp's clearing with the flick of his speckled tail, and halted his apprentice just outside of the medicine den. There lay on the ground a husk of a buttergly, dead a day ago, drained of life and pale. Drizzled upon its delicate wings was a generous helping of honey, a dollop between the wings. Berryheart had to know, for his own investigations, if Snowy shared his opinion. "I'd like you to tell me," he asked his apprentice, polite and proper as ever, "What you think of the taste."

His tone was so professional, one would not be remiss to mistake this for a lesson.

\ pls wait for @HAILSTORM. !​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — When Berryheart beckons for him does Hailstorm amble over on large paws to see what his mentor had wanted and both of his ears were pricked forward with curiosity wondering if it was a teaching moment. The both of them had stayed behind to watch over their clanmates that would be resting in the medicine den so the bustle and chattering of the gathering would not be missed even if the large tom wondered who had attended this moon, he thinks about those that he had met during the journey and draws a slow breath. His dark gaze focuses onto the corpse of a butterfly that was slathered with honey, his snout wrinkles at the mere sight of it and he glances to Berryheart as if trying to figure out why he had decided to do that... To do this seemed so strange yet again, he knows that the patchwork furred tomcat tended to experiment so Hailstorm did not see any reason to question it any further. A part of him refrains from asking why instead awaiting the explanation of his mentor with an attentive stare, he blinks in brief surprise when Berryheart says what he thinks of the taste. "What I think of the taste?" The snowy tom echoes letting out a confused chuckle wondering if this was truly a lesson or an experiment, regardless, he finds himself staring at the dead insect once more unable to decide if he should decline or entertain his late mate's brothers experiments.

A soft breath leaves his jaws, he leans down to give the honey drizzled butterly a tentative sniff before he lapped it up with his tongue. The sweetness of the honey is good and well in his mouth but he feels the wings of the bug crumple in his teeth with a disgusting but soft crunch that he could hear (and wonders if Berryheart heard it too). He cringes when the bitter taste of it battles with the sweetness of honey and he makes a slightly disgusted yet confused expression, his ears laying flat against his helm. The medicine cat apprentice manages to swallow it only to stick his tongue out afterwards with a quiet bleugh and shakes his head "It was bitter... It's not good." His snout is wrinkled in the slightest, "The honey helped a little bit." It makes him still wonder why Berryheart had decided to do this but simply shakes his head once more and his body shudders from the tastes now left on his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

"I don't think I'd eat it again." He admits as a chuckle erupted from his jaws and his ears would lift up from his head staring at the mottled tom in front of him.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[leafhusk]

silence is always heaviest on gathering days. leafhusk welcomed it and enjoyed the time off, even if it’s short, no one higher rank to breathe down your next. all she had to do was be on the lookout for threats. fortunately, the middle of leafbare meant it was too cold for anyone to try, so she took the time to wind down. while cleaning snow from her fur, her attention is caught by the medics working in the clearing. she strains her neck to watch, and is extremely confused by what she sees.

she’d never question a medic’s work and knowledge. leafhusk understands that, but… what on earth? leafhusk tries to mask her disgust, but the fur on her neck remained prickled. “the fresh-kill pile has enough to not warrant… whatever that was.” she piped up, wandering over to get a better look.

ooc ☁️ info battle

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  base: StarlingaleBases​
  thoughts.
  "speech."
  
• LEAFHUSK 」warrior of thunderclan・36 ☾・she/her
  
  lh molly fawn point sepia w/ green eyes. lanky & agile frame. soft & neatly groomed fur.​
  ‣ backwritten ex-kittypet, joined during emberstar's reign. click for detailed info
  ‣ loyal to thunderclan・mentor to no one
  ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ permission to powerplay:
  
  - peaceful actions: healing, touching etc​
  - harmful actions: shoving, minor scrapes etc​
  
  all opinions ic
  ——— written by maxine ♡
  
• ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ easy difficulty・leafhusk skills are mainly in stealth & tracking she backs away if she knows an opponent will overpower her
  ‣ will start verbal fights・won't end fights・refuses to kill
  
  

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[WOLFWIND]

What a test this was! One that she's thankful Berryheart gives her an open seat to, nestled within the shade of the medicine den. Outside entertainment is something she must rely on, in these trying times, and she'd eagerly angle her head so that she can glimpse whatever it was her dear uncle was getting up to. It's clinical, the way he lays it all out. Wolfwind glimpses some concoction of edible and inedible, and how she would love to glimpse the face that went along with Hailstorms unassured mew. Was it then den; perhaps Berryheart himself, removing this from her view? Or was it the empty space at the side of her head— not a tangible thing, but her mind insists that something is not right, not right, not right.

She would beg to differ, quite frankly; her smile is lazy as she glimpses what she can through a sole eye— that's what it was, wasn't it?

It was bitter... It's not good, she hears. Wolfwind pricks her ear – the one not in tatters – for her uncle's reaction. Would it offend him? Would Hailstorm be stripped of his medicine cat - ship, unable to handle whatever it was he'd just eaten? Wolfwind can't see it well enough, but his quiet gag is not promising. The boredom is e nough to make her want to try, though. She's anything but spineless. Let her go at is, she says.

The molly swallows thick in her mouth. A paw would tap at the ground in an attempt to steal the medic's attention. " Got any more where that came from? Sounded real good, " she mews, grin offering a challenge. No more spinelessness— she still had one to lose, after all. She'd try anything once, at least!

and we're on our way to glory ⋆ ( where the show wont ever end )

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• [ AND THE ENCORE LASTS FOREVER . . . ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! LITTERMATE 2 LAKEMOON; KIN TO MANY.
  
  

  SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  CURRENTLY 26 MOONS OLD AS OF 1.17.2024. AGES EVERY 1ST.

  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER.

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[BERRYHEART]

Maybe it was nonsensical from an outside standpoint- it was an aspect Berryheart had considered. But for him, his quest of what hidden deliciousness dwelled in the world was one that had never ceased. In this moment, Snowy was not his apprentice, but his friend helping him in his investigations. A crooked smile, subtle and barely-there but genuine, curved his lips as Snowy braved the taste. His ear flicked at that familiar, gritty crunch- and interest glimmered in his eye as Snowy's face crinkled up, and he gave his negative verdict.

Berryheard nodded slowly. He cleared his throat of sickness-glaze, before he spoke. "Yes... I found it very much the same." Interest glowed from his voice. It seemed certain things just were disgusting, no matter whose perspective it was. "And more honey wouldn't have helped?"

"It's worth trying everything once," he murmured croakily to a warrior's approach; Ivy-eyes, one who'd joined during Sparky's reign, if he remembered rightly.

Clamours was as storm-loud as ever, confidence bursting from her maw like peals of thunder. To see her in high spirits following her injury was encouraging- it boosted his own spirits, even through the blear of his ongoing fever. "Snails are even worse by themselves." It was a fact said flatly, no inch of irony or joke upon his tone. "I wager no amount of honey would disguise it." That was very much more where that came from, wasn't it? Ah, how his neice was always so willing to help him out- be it with honey gathering or taste-testing. One day, one day.... he might find a delicacy. Or one cat who loved what everyone else deemed disgusting. It would be fascinating, either way. ​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​