TO THE WESTERN SKY | marblepaw

[CELANDINEPAW]

Colors of the evening made themselves apparent moreso tonight than any other night, as though the vesper glow were an eiderdown draped along their shoulders, lined squarely along the divots and dips of the back. The snow had pulled away its wrath, though had not melted quite yet. Celandinepaw trudged through the white, and though the chills that wracked many of her clanmates eluded her, she still didn't entirely like wading through it all. Lone golden pelt shimmered through the swaying grasses, like the heavens rested upon delicate whiskers and brisk footfall, though served only to cloud the young medicine cat apprentice's judgment. I shouldn't be out here, especially by myself... The molly knew of the tensions between Thunderclan and Shadowclan - and now that Windclan had declared an alliance with Thunderclan, she figured that those within the shade wouldn't entirely appreciate her presence on their land... In her jaws lie multiple sprigs of chickweed, holding tightly to them as though she were to suffuse with them, so much so that she wasn't sure if she would ever let them go. She hated that she had to go behind her mentor's back, but there was no way that Cottonsprig would allow her to bring this much of their store to another clan. Therefore, she made it her mission to not allow a single strand of brittle green to escape her maw, so that her generosity bore fruits. Just think of this as a good thing... Shadowclan is struggling. They need this more than us.

Celandinepaw learned the pattern of the Thunderpath before she daintily crossed it, like a route carved in asphalt, though it only belied her charity with its roughened skin. Keen ears flicked to and fro, listening for the tell-tale rumble of the Monster, though none would greet her tonight. Cooled breath escaped her nostrils as rounded paws now hit the gracious ground, far better on her pads than any of the Twoleg's crafted tracks. Apprehension prickled as she waited outside where the swamp begin, as the shadows hung heavy from their heights, lifting their leaden heads to only stare at her further... She glanced around for any place to hide, anywhere that would shield her from the burning ignominy of being known. Marblepaw better come quick. I feel like I'm gonna get caught, and then I'll totally be in trouble. I totally could disguise it as a diplomatic thing, right? I think one of the medicine cats said that we transcend borders or whatever. They wouldn't attack me, I'm just a little medicine cat apprentice! Frond-green eyes squinted as she looked for the familiar granite-coated feline, like the flick of a tail through the ever-moving commotion of the gloom, and never a detail that the somewhat-unattentive she-cat could catch before it become too late.

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

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Retro to Starlingheart's death <3 @MARBLEPAW
  
  

  ❁ — 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 & 15 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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[MARBLELEAF]

It is by chance that Marblepaw is so near the WindClan border by herself today; Starlingheart had remained behind to tend to sickly patients and had sent her to collect whatever the frost had left untouched. There is a warrior escort, somewhere in the marshgrass, but they'd been distracted by prey-scent, and Marblepaw could not begrudge them that. The Clan needed fresh-kill just as much as it needed catmint or marigold, after all, and she'd continued her search with a pointed gaze, scraping the edge of the Thunderpath as though something useful would spring forth from the snow.

I know better. There's nothing here. Marblepaw sighs and paws at a sprig of overgrown grass, now brittle to the touch. If only you could take the edge off of greencough.

Had the stench of the Thunderpath and the worries about Sharpshadow not pried her attention away, she'd have scented the moorland she-cat before she did; as it is, she spots something too-bright, like dandelion petals sprung forth from the marsh. "Celandinepaw?" Marblepaw's eyes widen with surprise, but there is no hostility in her tone. On the contrary, she sounds a little too accepting of a cat from another Clan on ShadowClan territory.

She slips through the clumps of foliage that dot the edge of the Thunderpath, her tail held high in greeting. "It's late, for WindClanners," she murmurs. "Is Cottonsprig out here, too? Is everything alright?" Even when they'd meet at the border for a friendly exchange, they rarely dared to cross the Thunderpath.

It's then that Marblepaw notices the bundle of herbs Celandinepaw has brought with her. "What is that?" She lowers her nose to the pile; the scent is neutral, stripped of its verdant bite after sitting in Cottonsprig's stores. It looks somewhat familiar... but she comes up blank as she digs into her memory banks. The fawn tabby gives her moorland counterpart a puzzled look. "What does it do?"

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

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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 11 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]

"Celandinepaw?" Her friend's cordial tone graced her ears, like a light that defoliated the teeth from the jagged shadows, and the fears that pounded through her heart now dissipated with the frostbitten drafts. Suddenly, her mission became clearer within the mire of gloomy swamp. Suddenly, she remembered why she had ventured through the brambles and thickets. "Hi, Marblepaw!" Celandinepaw purred as she dropped the sprigs of chickweed from her mouth, smile pouring onto her face like a vernation splitting open, a show of unbridled joy that her fellow medicine cat apprentice had showed up for her. She remarked that it was late (for Windclanners, so she supposed Shadowclanners must have been nocturnal or something), and the molly simply shrugged her shoulders. "No, she's not. She doesn't-" The molly had to physically clamp her maw shut before she blabbed any more of her plan to Marblepaw. "- didn't want to come tonight. Something about taking care of the whitecough patients. But I'm here! I just wanted to give you these." She motioned to the brittle stems with brittler leaves, worn by the winter that wished to rid of them entirely. They still retained some verdant shade through the powdery rime that bit at it, though even transporting them across the border proved a dangerous task. She took great care in making sure that they did not blow away with wintry, wrathful wind.

"It's chickweed. It helps with greencough and stuff like that. All you have to do is eat it, and it should tide you over until either you get better or you're able to get some catmint. It's not as good as catmint, but it's an effective substitute. We have plenty at Windclan, but I know Shadowclan isn't as fortunate." She motioned with a brisk nod of her head for Marblepaw to take the rather large quantity of sprigs that she had retrieved from Windclan's stores. It would be essential for Shadowclan's survival, especially in the turmoil that wracked the clan. It might be everything from our store, but we have many herbs to tide us over. We can always find more chickweed later. Shadowclan, on the other hand... Pitying light entered her eyes, though Celandinepaw was quick to brush it away.

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧, 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 ( .☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁ ) 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡, 𝗢𝗛 𝗡𝗢

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  ❁ — 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 & SHE / HER & 16 MOONS
  

  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild. Broad-shouldered and tall compared to her smaller clanmates, she stands out through a Windclan crowd.
  —— Outgoing and terribly saccharine, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan as one of their healers. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed. She also tends to follow her own personal code and will often go for a safe, painless option.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[MARBLELEAF]

Celandinepaw's cheeriness is infectious, and the pale tabby's tail curls happily. "No, she didn't want to come today," the golden tabby tells her. Cottonsprig is dealing with whitecough patients, she says, and Marblepaw dips her head in solidarity. "It's bad, after the leafbare storm, huh? I caught it myself, trying to find marigold..." She blinks, tilting her head. "I'm glad you could come, though."

Maybe that wasn't something she should say, although... Starlingheart isn't here to hear it, and neither is Cottonsprig, nor their leaders, so what did it matter? Medicine cats were allowed to be friends with each other, weren't they?

Her gaze lowers once more to the offering Celandinepaw scoots her direction. "It's chickweed," the other healer explains. Chickweed. Marblepaw sniffs at it again, her ears pricked as her friend explains its uses. "All you have to do is eat it, and it should tide you over until either you get better or you're able to get some catmint." "Really? It can even help... greencough?"

She lifts her muzzle, green gaze troubled. "There's a cat in my den right now. Sharpshadow. She's awfully sick, and we're out of catmint, and no matter how much feverfew I give her, she just gets worse..." Marblepaw prods the chickweed with a thoughtful paw. "Catmint doesn't seem to grow in our territory, but I didn't know about chickweed..."

Marblepaw does not catch the pitying gleam in Celandinepaw's eyes; if she had, she might have mustered a bit of pride in her homeland, a bit of fire to defend it, but since maturing into her position, she's had to face the facts. ShadowClan is the least bountiful territory for herb harvesting; there is so much her Clan must make do without. Perhaps it makes them hardier; perhaps it makes them weaker. Either way, she gives her companion a grateful smile.

"I'll take this to Sharpshadow," she mews. "I would tell Ternstar, but..." She pauses, evaluating Celandinepaw briefly before murmuring, "maybe it's best kept between us for now."

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