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[cottonsprig]

[ pls wait for @sunlitkit ! ]

Cottonpaw has inadvertently become a part-time baby sitter of her mentor's kittens, whether or not she wanted to. Her occupation as Wolfsong's apprentice meant that she was around all throughout their thus far happy and healthy youth - something she wholeheartedly loved to experience. Watching the kittens open their eyes, unfurl their ears, wean onto meat and more... was all so fascinating. She can only imagine how it must feel to be the parent in the situation.

She's spending some free time with one of the little ones just now - Sunlitkit, one of the quieter of the bunch, though much too curious like herself. "Now - your paws are small, but that doesn't mean they're incapable," Cottonpaw instructs the kitten through weaving some grass together. Though she had experienced Scorchpaw do this recently, the grey apprentice isn't at all skilled, and certainly not well versed enough to pass on the knowledge. Still, the honey soaked kitten seemed more than eager to continue. "Start by just... folding them over each other, I guess."​

 

[sunlitpaw]

shadow of the moon
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Sunlitkit, as soon as she was old enough to learn her name, came to learn that the world was big and scary. The puffy little molly stayed shivering in the medicine den when left to her own devices for any amount of time, although instances that she wasn't shortly followed by family was scarce. Time away from her ðir was usually in the company of his apprentice, shadowing Cottonpaw wherever she meandered off to. Today was a little different, with Sunlitkit having been sucked into an activity with Cottonpaw - but that was okay! She trusted Cottonpaw, and liked spending time with her. Maybe... not as much as her parents, but... that'd be a bit mean to admit to.

Her eyes were blown wide with wonder to the fronds of grass Cottonpaw had gathered, fur along her back rising excitedly as she unblinkingly watches not-so-expert paws twine the strands together. Cottonpaw's lack of experience went entirely unnoticed by the naïve child, enamored entirely by the way Cottonpaw could even do something she couldn't. Kitten-blue eyes, on the verge of gaining their color, flick down to her paws as Cottonpaw instructs her to fold the grass over. "Okay!" The kitten chirrups, kneading the grass excitedly beneath her paws as she focuses just a moment longer on the way Cottonpaw moves her own paws. The bundle of fur mimics the movements she sees, somehow with even less skill. "Why is this important? What do we use it for?" Sunlitkit pauses, small head tilting to the side. "Oh, and, what next?"
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He has wondered whether StarClan guided that bud of cotton to his den for this reason most of all. She is not a poor student, Cottonpaw, but she does not learn quite as quickly as other apprentices might have— yet Wolfsong could not have asked for anyone better to spend so much time with his kits, to care and dote on them with such ease. StarClan saw fit to choose an apprentice with an effortless, friendly spirit about her, and Wolfsong is most grateful for their foresight in this. The way Sunlitkit behaves with her is more than enough to coax a smile to his face, even with the ever-looming yellowcough.

He leans down to rasp his tongue over Sunlitkit's head, her enthusiasm soothing to see. "Yes, Mentor Cotton, what use is this contraption?" His eye glints with amusement as he murmurs to his kit, "Perhaps it is meant for capturing little ones like you, my Skyshine."​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

There would be no more sleep, today. WindClan worked on a routine quite opposite to Featherkit's internal clock, and she supposed she would have to grow to deal with it- but tiny paws and whiskers still worked to find the way, and for now she was simply faced with no option but to scowl. Still, Cottonpaw's voice was at least familiar... and soft enough not to be grating. Besides, there had to be a reason that her ðir kept the young molly around so much- besides seeming to like her.

Having started the day in a soured mood, Featherkit felt it was best for himself to stay close to what was familiar. Lounged nearby, she watched the lesson commence; it seemed such a pointless task, and yet... despite her judgement, not-yet-developed, Featherkit found herself fascinated. She could envision how weaving grass together like that might make a satisfying pattern, and he hoped Cottonpaw would be treading that path. It was best to make sure, though- wasn't it?

"Are you going to make it look nicer?" he asked, face as stiff as an icicle. Surely it had no other use- Wolfsong's theory that it was for capturing might be something he would take more seriously had the golden tom's voice not been swaddled with amusement. ​

✦ penned by pin​