ONE DAY MORE // open, practicing herbs

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    today was another rather uneventful day, but that wasn't surprising. after all, exciting things didn't happen much when you were still a kit. the sun shown brightly through the pine needles and considering that it was already well into leaf-fall, today was a warm day. that meant many of the warriors were out hunting, attempting to bring back a decent amount of prey before leaf-bare set in.


    of course, littlekit didn't let the emptiness of camp bother her. she had a plan for the morning. she was pretty sure she'd get promoted to medicine cat apprentice soon, but just in case, littlekit still had to practice her skills. so, the mostly white kit had dragged a plump squirrel from the freshkill pile to over by the medicine cat den. she gently set the rodent on a pile of old pine needles. next to littlekit and the squirrel was three neat stacks of herbs: cobwebs, goldenrod, and marigold. the three moon old kitten was now carefully applying cobwebs to the squirrel's broken neck while simultaneously chewing up a mixture of goldenrod and marigold in her mouth.
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    info — updated 10/21

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Honestly? Snowkit envied Littlekit. Just like he envied everyone else who’d shown interest in the medicine position.


    It wasn’t a desire to get involved with herbs, specifically. His memory wasn’t the best to start with, and his head always turned to mush when presented with the strong-smelling, colorful plants he’d come to associate with healing. Plus, there was the issue of whatever a medicine cat’s duties were. He didn’t know enough about Clan life to understand all of that; he only had his assumptions. It probably involved medicine – the name had to come from somewhere – but what else did they do? Snowkit wasn’t sure. Could they still hunt and fight like he wanted to?


    No, he only wanted the position because – well – because it was a position. Maybe he was biased, but Snowpaw seemed a fitting name for someone with such a fancy title. As long as it allowed him to leave the nursery, he’d settle for anything.


    Tired of watching from a distance, Snowkit pushed himself up. Mud clung to his muzzle and belly; he paid it no mind as he padded over. "What's all that for?" His eyes lingered on the unfortunate squirrel. It had been a while since he'd eaten, and there was always room for more squirrel, anyway.


    [spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
    — first roleplayed [11/1]


    " I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
    — snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
    — four months | june 30 | ages real-time
    — kit of trad. shadowclan | mentored by none
    — loner-born | formerly known as minnow
    — deaf in left ear


    " I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
    — domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
    — shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
    — injuries: none


    " BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
    — adaptable | big-thinking | curious | reserved
    — easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
    — malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
    — all opinions are ic only


    " I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
    — npc x npc | brother to unknown
    — single | crushing on nobody | bisexual


    " THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
    — attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
    — no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
    — no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    — peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

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    Trackin
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    [SPOILER=10/15 updated][font=nyala]GENERAL —
    ∾ Owleyes
    ∾ Female
    ∾ 1 year 7 months
    ∾ traditional shadowclan member
    ∾ Pm for threads


    APPEARANCE —
    ∾ DLH
    - blue mackerel tabby
    - heterochromia; left blue, right green eye
    - Tall, lithe build
    - long, fine hair


    CURRENT STATUS —
    ∾ Recently escaped from capture by twolegs
    ∾ Currently healthy 100/100
    ~ Mourning dead mother and youngest siblings


    PERSONA —
    ∾ Protective, loving, easygoing
    ∾ Intelligent, friendly
    ∾ Patient, calm
    ∾ Adores kits, romantic, loyal


    BATTLE —
    ∾ hard physically
    ∾ medium mentally
    ∾ attack in BOLD INDIANRED
    ∾ No kill
    ∾ Ask for capture + maim


    RELATIONSHIPS —
    ∾ NPC x NPC
    ∾ Single
    ∾ Mentoring: Cliffpaw

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    Owleyes sighed. Usually Mossstep would scold her then laugh for her silliness. But now no more. Seeing Littlekit and Sandmask as soon as she hobbled into camp, the blue tabby made her way over. "Perfect timing! I need you help guys..." Her green and blue eyes were bright with embarrassment as she lifted her paw forward with a thorn in her pad. "You guys look to be busy..."
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    [SPOILER=10/15 updated][font=nyala]GENERAL —
    ∾ Owleyes
    ∾ Female
    ∾ 1 year 7 months
    ∾ traditional shadowclan member
    ∾ Pm for threads


    APPEARANCE —
    ∾ DLH
    - blue mackerel tabby
    - heterochromia; left blue, right green eye
    - Tall, lithe build
    - long, fine hair


    CURRENT STATUS —
    ∾ Recently escaped from capture by twolegs
    ∾ Currently healthy 100/100
    ~ Mourning dead mother and youngest siblings


    PERSONA —
    ∾ Protective, loving, easygoing
    ∾ Intelligent, friendly
    ∾ Patient, calm
    ∾ Adores kits, romantic, loyal


    BATTLE —
    ∾ hard physically
    ∾ medium mentally
    ∾ attack in BOLD INDIANRED
    ∾ No kill
    ∾ Ask for capture + maim


    RELATIONSHIPS —
    ∾ NPC x NPC
    ∾ Single
    ∾ Mentoring: Cliffpaw

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    littlekit smiled as snowkit padded up. "i'm practicing healing, silly." she meowed in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "see, cobwebs stop the bleeding, and then marigold and goldenrod help the wound heal." the mostly white kit explained, puffing out her tiny chest with pride.


    "yep!" littlekit meowed, nodding her head enthusiastically. great, sandmask had come to watch her. hopefully he would be impressed by her skills. the she-kit finally spit out the mixture of marigold and goldenrod, and began applying the poultice on top of the cobwebs.


    then, owleyes came into view. "hi owleyes!" the patched kitten purred cheerily. her impression of owleyes was extremely positive from their previous encounters. "that's okay, we can help you!" she eagerly offered, redirecting her attention from the squirrel to owleyes.
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    info — updated 10/21

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia]Sandmask rolled his eyes at Littlekit's explanation, though a small smile spread across his muzzle - the warrior perked up at Owleyes's predicament. "Oh, a thorn? I can help you! Here, let me soften your pad first," he said, leaning forward and gently grasping the she-cat's paw in his own. Then Sandmask bent down, rasping his tongue over the offender a few times to loosen its grip.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]That made…some sense, Snowkit decided. He wasn’t sure what else one could practice healing on; rocks were always an option, but most of them were either tiny or far too big to move, and they weren’t alive. But, then, neither was the squirrel. Blinking, he said, ”But that’s a good squirrel. And, um, dead. It’s not gonna help, probably.” Littlekit started applying the poultice, and Snowkit grimaced. That was a waste of perfectly decent prey. Even if it was still edible, he wasn’t sure he wanted to eat anything that had touched cobwebs.


    A cat didn’t know approached, and he looked away from Littlekit’s work. A thorn? He squinted at it, leaning forward. How did she walk with it stuck in her pad like that? ”Ow.” Sandmask seemed to know what he was doing, but Snowkit averted his eyes. Seriously, that looked like it hurt.


    [spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
    — first roleplayed [11/1]


    " I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
    — snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
    — four months | june 30 | ages real-time
    — kit of trad. shadowclan | mentored by none
    — loner-born | formerly known as minnow
    — deaf in left ear


    " I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
    — domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
    — shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
    — injuries: none


    " BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
    — adaptable | big-thinking | curious | reserved
    — easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
    — malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
    — all opinions are ic only


    " I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
    — npc x npc | brother to unknown
    — single | crushing on nobody | bisexual


    " THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
    — attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
    — no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
    — no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    — peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

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    Owleyes wasn't expecting herself to have that thorn, but at least she had her friends to help. "Thank you both. Icouldn't finish my hunt becausebof this. -ack. Gently please!" The blue tabby's paw throbbed, but it had to be done. "Hey Littlekit, you really do want to become a medicine apprentice... you'll do well."
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    [SPOILER=10/15 updated][font=nyala]GENERAL —
    ∾ Owleyes
    ∾ Female
    ∾ 1 year 7 months
    ∾ traditional shadowclan member
    ∾ Pm for threads


    APPEARANCE —
    ∾ DLH
    - blue mackerel tabby
    - heterochromia; left blue, right green eye
    - Tall, lithe build
    - long, fine hair


    CURRENT STATUS —
    ∾ Recently escaped from capture by twolegs
    ∾ Currently healthy 100/100
    ~ Mourning dead mother and youngest siblings


    PERSONA —
    ∾ Protective, loving, easygoing
    ∾ Intelligent, friendly
    ∾ Patient, calm
    ∾ Adores kits, romantic, loyal


    BATTLE —
    ∾ hard physically
    ∾ medium mentally
    ∾ attack in BOLD INDIANRED
    ∾ No kill
    ∾ Ask for capture + maim


    RELATIONSHIPS —
    ∾ NPC x NPC
    ∾ Single
    ∾ Mentoring: Cliffpaw