PAFP Camp WindClan i'm a giver and a giver is a bad bad thing to be ✿ — meet bengt

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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It'd been a few days now. She'd learned a little more about the bloody tom she'd found out while searching for Gladebloom. For starters, his name was Bengt. He was looking better—steadier on his paws, sharper in his words—gaining strength with each sunrise. He was talkative, too, for a cat so battered. Boredom made him curious, and he often passed time asking her things. Meadowpaw didn't mind. He had the energy to talk, and that in itself was a reward, a show of her efforts to keep him healthy and alive.

When he couldn't move much, she'd discovered something else about him. He knew a good deal about herbs, more than just cobwebs. He'd be a part of his treatment, maybe even a bigger one than she was.

Still, even if he was improving, he wasn't fully healed yet. Being rested and well-fed were going to be a huge part of his recovery now, but spending all day being cooped up wasn't good for him either. "Bengt, are you awake?" The calico shuffles through the mouth of the medicine-den, the scruff of a plump hare in her jaws.

She paused to set it down, spitting out a mouthful of fur. "Do you wanna…" Meadowpaw caught herself mid-sentence, then straightened up, choosing a more determined tone. "We're going to eat by the garden today. Okay?"

If she was gonna be a real medicine cat, then she needed to work on her assertiveness. Meadowpaw didn't like making anyone do stuff they didn't want to, but sometimes that was necessary for their health! Getting some sunshine and fresh air would do him a lot of good, so she couldn't afford to be lax. "A juicy hare is waiting for you and it's really nice out." Meadowpaw hobbles over to him, offering an encouraging nudge to coax him along.

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

10 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.