camp Wondering mind || medicine den (landmark)

[Fadingpaw]

[ ༻ ☼ ༺ ] There was one place Fadingkit had not being allowed to go in, forbidden even due to her rank as a kit, and that was the medicine cat den. Of course, the rest of the dens were off limits too but, normally they could peek their heads in and look around before being shooed off. However, Gentlestorm was like a big fluffy guard cat, making sure none of the kits could even get in, or even sneak a peek of what was inside. Yet she wondered, what was inside? From what the older cats have said, it was mostly just plants and nests but... was that really it? Did the medicine cat get lonely when he was on his own?

Perhaps one day she'd be able to know what was truly within the walls of Gentlestorm's den, and yet for now she stood on the outside in front staring at it with her wondering thoughts, trying to imagine what it would be like to be in the tom's paw, and perhaps next time she saw the other she would ask if he ever got lonely. "What does the medicine den look like?" she wondered outloud, perhaps out of all the dens in particular as well as the leader's den, they were the most plain but! A kit could wonder, right?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So many angles , so many lines ──┐‎

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  Fadingkit ☼ She/Her, Kit of Thunderclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ Stocky short flame point tabby she-kit with blue eyes and stubby tail, one floppy ear
  ⭃ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SQUIRRELPAW]

When Squirrelkit thought of the medicine den, she mostly viewed it as a challenge waiting to be overcome. It was true, Gentlestorm really didn't seem to want any of the kits inside, messing up his things. But that made her want to go in and explore even more. She wanted to rummage through his herbs and see what they smelled like, even what they tasted like. One of these days, she promised herself, she would definitely find a moment to sneak in there. As soon as her mother's watchful eye turned away, she would go in, and then she could tell the other kits aaaaall about her adventure! They'd be so jealous, she was sure.

Bouncing eagerly up to Fadingkit, the young girl stopped so suddenly and quickly that she stumbled right into her denmate. "Oops," she giggled mischievously, though her sparkling gaze was more focused on the forbidden fruit in front of them. She heard Fadingkit's question, but hardly spared the flame point so much as a glance as her imagination began to run wild, like it always did. "I bet it looks like Starclan, because Medicine Cats are 'pposed to be, like, basically part of them! So yeah. There's definitely stars in there." Her paws itched to move closer, but a quick look around camp told her there were too many spies nearby and she would definitely get in trouble.

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• SQUIRRELPAW ♡ she / her, apprentice of thunderclan, 6 moons
  ⭃ lh blue torbie with high white and green eyes. round and fluffy. good at climbing.
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // flamewhisker x flycatcher // mentored by no one
  ⭃ littermate to bugpaw, scorchedpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Myrtlekit]

The conversation of her den mates caught her attention as she raised a multicolored paw to her lips. What did the medicine den look like? ”It's most likely organized and smells different from the other dens,” Myrtlekit would respond towards Fadingkit. Squirrelkit's mention of Gentlestorm's residence having stars inside and being a remnant of Starclan made tiny lips curl in a smile. ”It probably smells like a mixture of sweet, sour, and bitter from the different types of herbs.” A plumed ivory tail wraps around her forepaws as she shifts into a loaf position and allows her deep brown gaze to drift toward the medicine den.

It must be nice to be a medicine cat, honestly. It seemed stressful (similar to council and leader roles) yet you could save lives and more. Perhaps she could ask Gentlestorm about it sometime?

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[COALPAW]

BUT I'M JUST SO OUT OF MY DEPTH — Coalkit had been asked many times before if he knew what the inside of the medicine den looked like, considering how close the both of his parents had been to Gentlestorm. Not to mention how close the medicine cat was to him, doting over him and his siblings whenever the burly tom actually had the time to do so. However, the black smoke refused to even entertain the thought of asking, considering trying to sneak inside would've been breaking the rules that Coalkit cherished so much. He wasn't about to go looking for any kind of special treatment, at least not intentionally - he couldn't comment on the way that Howlingstar looked at himself and his siblings.

It wasn't their fault that the leader had thought so highly of their parents. It just meant that they came from a proud lineage, one that deserved to be respected in the same way he respected the code.

All of that to say, he had no more of an idea of what the inside of the medicine den looked like than any of the other kits present. Yet he still wore a slightly haughty expression as he approached, long tail twitching back and forth behind him. "I bet it's very organized. After all, Gentlestorm wouldn't allow it to become a mess." Coalkit's tone was absolutely matter-of-fact, unable to even imagine a world where his practical third guardian would leave things scattered. "But I don't think it's like Starclan... I'm not sure even he could bring the stars down here." Perhaps he was wrong though, and there really was a magical environment just on the other side of what they could see. The thought made his chest thrum with excitement, bright green eyes peering towards the den smelling heavily of herbs.

I CAN PLAY IT KINDA COOL ✧˖*°࿐ JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE

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  ☄ shorthaired black smoke with forest green eyes
  ☄ amab; goes by he/him pronouns
  ☄ 5 moons old; ages the 5th every month
  ☄ homosexual; not yet interested in romance
  ☄ son of leopardtongue and batwing
  ☄ brother to bravepaw, cougarpaw, hazepaw, foxpaw, and hopekit
  ☄ extremely difficult to befriend; cold and blunt
  ☄ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ☄ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ☄ all opinions are ic

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing had been lounging in the sun, tail-tip flicking contentedly when her ears caught onto the chatter of the curious kits. Well...this is one way to cure boredom. With a playful smirk on her maw, she pushes herself to her paws and pads a little closer. Briefly, she can't help but wonder if her kits are as big as Fadingkit is now...but she quickly shakes the thought away. "Ah, the medicine den. Quite the mystery, isn't it?" She coos, golden eyes glinting with mischief. She leans in, conspiratorialy whispering, "I've in in there a few times. It's fascinating. It smells just like how Myrtlekit said! But that's not all...you know, Gentlestorm has a special connection to StarClan, so if you're really quiet, you can hear their whispers when he's treating a cat." Oh, this is too good! She knows she shouldn't, but watching their imaginations whirl, watching them hang onto ever word, it's too much fun! "Maybeeee if you're careful, you can sneak just outside and listen..."​

 

[bayingkit]

bayingkit does not like the medicine den. she does not like gentlestorm — the tom too large and too reeking of sharp, medicinal plant that she cannot be more than few paces from him without pawing at her own sensitive muzzle for reprieve. she listens to the idle chat of kittens nearby, tall and awkward ears angled fadingkit’s direction just in time to hear what do you think the medicine den is like and bayingkit doesn’t have to think. anyone with a nose could tell you, and tell you in shorter words than myrtlekit. in the midst of the little molly’s rambling, bayingkit lifts her voice louder, talking pointedly over her with a short, conclusive, ” it stinks. “ before coalkit approached and, in the same vein as hopekit often does, speaks of how gentlestorm does this, does that. she huffs, looks away, flicks the tip of a bony tail as stormywing begins to make her way over.

dual - toned eyes watch, interest suddenly piquing — a warrior was joining them. a small thrill of excitement bubbles in the brawn of her chest, though she tries not to look over to see. eventually, though, she can’t help herself. a small grumble works through the paws she’s settled her chin upon, peeking from the corner of white - smattered eyes towards the lithe tabby, ” what.. what are they whisperin’ about? “ because it would be embarrassing, to go over and do it herself.. if anyone else did, maybe.. maybe.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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• BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguish if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

A cackle leaves his muzzle before he can stop himself. Raccoonstripe sidles up beside Stormywing, watching the kits with amusement glowing in his dark brown eyes. The majority of them are curious, speculating about the smells, the way the herbs are organized, but Bayingkit talk over all of them and declares the den stinks. He gives her a quick, affectionate rub of his paw against her skull. "She's not wrong, y'know. It often smells of sickness and bad wounds. I for one couldn't stand it." He grins, throwing Stormywing a brief look as she further entices the kits. "You can hear StarClan whispering," she says.

Raccoonstripe bends down, toward his daughter and the other children, and says, "I'm sure Gentlestorm could explain it to you. He knows everything about StarClan. Why don't you all go see him and listen?" The tabby warrior can barely suppress a chuckle of mirth. He doesn't know about the other kits, but his chaotic kits going anywhere near that den and disturbing Gentlestorm's peace is enough to make him laugh.

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

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 43 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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