Private Camp ThunderClan come as you are . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ serpentberry

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A morning mist clung to the grass, curling low along the ground and leaving fine droplets on everything it kissed. She moved through it with graceful steps, prey cradled delicately in her jaws, its blood sweetening her teeth. A mouse and a finch swayed with each step, the former caught by her own claws, and the latter chosen from the pile. Stilldream would not admit her lack of hunting prowess today, and none would be the wiser.

She'd done her best to foster a pleasant relationship with Serpentberry since arriving. What the medicine-cat lacked in warmth, she more than made up for with beauty—intelligence—and practicality. It reminded Stilldream of her mentor of sorts in the colony, though their methods had little in common. Menders there were taught much differently, rooted in fierce competition rather than selection, and knowledge was shared rather than coveted. Overcrowding was hardly a problem for them, as some were suited for the role and others just… weren't. Such a role was not for the weak-hearted.

She stopped at the threshold of the medicine den, pale fur catching light where it peeked through the ferns. A bittersweet scent wafted from within—crushed herbs, bitter and sweet mingling in equal measure. It stirred memories, plenty good but just as many ill ones, too. But her blood coursed for it nonetheless—All that which she'd left behind.

"I brought something for you," She hums clearly. "May I come in?" Stilldream approaches the den and waits at its threshold. Curiosity flickered beneath her composed exterior. She was eager, yes, but not just to see their medicinal storage. She wanted to measure the knowledge of a seasoned medicine-cat and see where that compared to her own.

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OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — @serpentberry​

• 𖥸 LH albino w/ bluish red eyes and abnormal ears.
  𖥸 A calm and ethereal sounding voice.
  𖥸 Likes long walks in the woods, kissing in graveyards, and collecting fungi at sundown.
  𖥸 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𖥸 Smells strongly of herbs and detritus.

 

[serpentberry serpentberry]

Stilldream was one of the more odd cats of ThunderClan. Almost any of her Clanmates, Serpentberry could explain away their quirks. Some were perpetually angry and dissatisfied, others were too eager to please. The albino molly... an enigma, to be sure. A skilled hunter, not to mention a feline with more knowledge over some topics than most - yet still so young. Serpentberry doesn't even wish to put a number to the difference between them, almost fearful that she may begin to creak and wrinkle if she does.

"Oh?" The tortoiseshell smoke turns slightly to peer towards her Clanmate, eyes glancing towards the two prey pieces she brought with her. A gift, or a bribe. Whatever it is... it works. "Yes, of course, Stilldream. There is always space for you in my... humble home." With spiders making fresh cobwebs in the corners and rarely any natural light, sure, she can let the blinding white molly in. Perhaps Stilldream will liven the place a bit just by resting her paws.

"I've been meaning to ask you - you know a bit about herbs, right?" Some cats did, and recalled the details with striking clarity even when their duties no longer called for the recognition. Serpentberry draws close to the other, rolling a nondescript fungi beneath her paw. It's already wilted, so to say, sunken and soggy, to the point where any benefits are long gone. Still, she presents it to the other, "Any idea of what this could be?"