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: — @serpentberry
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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.