private TRAVERSE THE WASTES | halfsun

[CELANDINEPAW]

Waxing crescent moon only afforded a poignant glint of a glare, as though the mares of darkness ate away at the whole of the light, with the remnants cusping into the greater sea of purest gloom. Still did moonlight spill upon the tops of swaying sedges and stones alike, basking heavily upon the nightly landscape, though never indicating indolence rather than vigilance. The world stood still for many moments, aside from the rustling of the wind that combed through, ingentle autumn hands like invisible claws that drove the animate forces. Celandinepaw's wheat-tinged form rustled through the wildgrasses beyond Windclan's camp, as though a limb of a tree growing astray from its knolls, wandering much farther than it should ever dare to traverse. The molly knew that she should not be out here by herself, and yet she was driven purely by her own spite. Raspberry leaves shirked away from the harsher seasons, and yet the spotted tabby's stubbornness leashed her to this place, where she would surely find the elusive herbs. Pinkish note twitched as no pungent aroma greeted her - though not many stood against even the howling gales of autumn's furor. She reasoned her expedition as something not-so-dangerous, for this was the path that she always took with her mentor to Highstones. She could always trace her path back, right? The medicine cat apprentice sniffed around for any sign of what she sought, though only an unfamiliar stare rose upon the tenebrous wasteland, like the only luminaries Celandinepaw could seek beyond the moors were those of judgment and instinct. Immediately did an algid breeze rivulet down her neck and through her flanks, like frigid saltwater washing over her countenance, abrading away any doubt of the danger she was surely in.

"Don't hurt me! I'm - I'm sorry! If I'm trespassing, then I'll leave." She lowered her belly to the ground with her ears folded squarely against her skull. Still, she was sure she had not inadvertently walked onto Shadowclan territory - for this feline smelled of welting petrichor and damp wetlands. And yet, Celandinepaw knew that she could not defend herself against any trained clan cat, for she had never even exposed her claws against gossamer flesh. If she could help it, she would not start now.

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

• OUT OF CHARACTER. @Halfsun hiiii
  
  

  ❁ — 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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[Halfsun]

"Relax I'm not going to hurt you..." Halfsun's voice comes from the shadows where she had been hidden long before she steps into the dim glow of star and partial moonlight. She had been on a moon-high hunting patrol when she had smelled something.. odd. WindClan - but not like the normal heather and earth smell. No, there had been something else under the usual scent of moors and tunnels that was typical for the cats across their border. The underlying scent of herbs that coated their own medicine cat. Though she knew Cottonsprig was WindClan's medicine cat, so this must be her apprentice. "Celadinepaw right?" or maybe she was remembering wrong?

The she-cat who stood before her now looked a little too old to be a 'paw' still "I don't remember you from when- ah. Nevermind that. Are you lost? You shouldn't be here yknow.." Even for a medicine cat, it could be dangerous to be caught in another clans territory, but she's certain she didn't mean anything by it. What could ShadowClan possibly have that WindClan would want, afterall? Well, other than the occasional kit or two apparently. But that was in their past.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) smile for me when you set me free

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  HALFSUN SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, AND LAURELGRIN
  

  A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.

  ✦ Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter