Private STERILIZE YOUR WEAPON [ rowanpaw ]

[serpentberry]

The sun beats down just a bit warmer today, even whilst it filters through leaves and branches. Serpentberry revels in the fact that she can feel that warmth again, much unlike recent weeks where her fever somehow made her colder than she had ever been. Leafbare was unkind, to be sure, but whatever that illness had been was worse. But oh, her darling daughter had saved her from uncertain dooms, allowing her to live and breathe for yet another day.

She wavers in the gentle breeze for only a moment before she scents her apprentice drifting by. "Oh, Ro -" she chirps instantaneously, as if she hadn't been lost in her thoughts moments before. "I've got a task for you, if you're up for a challenge." Her daughter has rarely backed down from much, Serpentberry knows. Rowanpaw trusts her, too - to a terrifying amount, some might say. Her tail loops around her torso as she tilts away from the sun finally, gracing the reddish she-cat with her venom-filled gaze, "What do you say?"

@rowanpaw

 

[rowanpaw]

☆ Rowanpaw perks up immediately at the sound of her mother's voice, whatever she was on her way to do was already forgotten. Serpentberry's green eyes glow almost hazel in the sun– to Rowanpaw, those eyes are always warm, no matter the intentions hidden behind them. They are hidden, after all, and Rowan does not see them, does not even suspect there to be anything, believes there are no shakes hiding in the grass. She smiles, eager to please as always, and nods.

"Of course," she replies, "anything."

☆ ROWANPAW. 11 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
sister to maplefrost
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc -

 

[serpentberry]

Serpentberry welcomes her red-hued child into her grasp, her tail resting around the other's haunch and her words of poison dripping precariously into the youth's ear. "Today, I want us to discuss the lethality of a poison." It is as if she is setting up a game for Rowanpaw, one that only lies in deceit and complication. It is a challenge, after all. Her child would do well to listen closely; maybe one day, these words will return to her in a time of need, and even then Rowanpaw will grip every last syllable as if her life depends on it.

"We do not have any, not this moon," she murmurs. The seasons have been unkind to the team in this manner, however perhaps kind to the Clan as a whole. "But it would be worth it to educate you, would it not? For one day, my sweet little Ro... one day, I will not be here." Serpentberry does not hold her apprentice's gaze. It hurts, to think of a world she does not exist within - almost as painful as the reminder that Thornstar no longer walks among them entirely. It's a similar sting, too, that this new way of life may indeed steal her children's souls right from her. Her, her, her. Right, this is about Rowanpaw.

"When StarClan sanctions you as ThunderClan's medicine cat, I would like you to know battle of all kinds; claws, wits, and medicine. I will not leave you defenseless, little songbird. I refuse to," she stretches out her back, ears craning back with the fluid motion, before returning to her seated position. "We'll start with names, and then appearances. Next time I take you out, I will show you where they grow. You must not be wary of them, Rowanpaw; poisons live and breathe like we do, and find more harm in those who are terrified of their power."