Closed PAFP wild women don't get the blues ──✩°｡⋆⸜ infection

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

it's an act of devotion, to be present and aware of who all filters in and out of the camp. that every face ought to be familiar at the least; no wayward soul that found their paws working their borders would be overlooked or forgotten. she could remember the softly tuned discussion of someone who held wisdom outside of their borders, the reassurance that the burden of care didn't rest squarely on two sets of shoulders.

the feeling of something burning just under the surface of her skin has become a constantly, loathsome friend... one that demanded attention, one that she'd ignored hoping it to be a temporary nuisance.

"Sorry... to bother you," comes a soft hiss that hesitates to even be heard. an intrusion on the harmless, daily goings on in favor of her own selfish need. "You... You know something... about herbs right?" it's a dragged out question, one that is interrupted by the need to draw in careful breaths to push through the searing feeling of standing... of existing... Stilldream could afford to have some of her time wasted with this silly line of questioning... Juniperstar refused to shove her problems onto Serpentberry and Rowanpaw while they both hovered anxiously around one another... when they were still finding their footing in their roles.

they didn't need her problems to bear down on them.

she beckons Stilldream to pull out of the sunlight, so bright is nauseates her... makes the world spin with sharp rays and gleaming spots. her breath hitches in her chest the moment she shifts forward, putting weight onto a leg that had been tactfully withdrawn from sight more days than not. it is distended... a tiny scratch left to fester...

just the prick of a thorn...

"I had hoped... it would just... go away on its own," she confesses, keeling forward as if her balance has been swept from her in that moment. she barely manages to catch herself, gritting her teeth into something like frustration... or maybe it is dismay that her own body slips out of control.

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• this is closed for now! i'll tell ya'll when it's open hehe. @S t i l l d r e a m

• juniperstar leader of thunderclan nine lives remain

  ignore me

 

[S t i l l d r e a m]

tw - gross descriptions

There was little resemblance between the colony she came from and the one that now called itself a clan. Stilldream knew nothing of StarClan, nor did she care for ancient glories or dusty oaths. But she was wise enough to keep that to herself. Stilldream played along—smiled and bowed, and did what was asked of her. Even though she loathed their softness and compared their every inadequacy to the home she left behind.

It was always easier to catch flies with honey. If they wanted to make a new life for themselves then pride would have to be the first thing they sacrificed.

So, when Juniperstar summoned her out of the blue, Stilldream didn't question it. She rose quietly and made her way to meet the leader. "You are never a bother," She said with sweetness in her smile.

Stilldream should be delighted for Juniperstar to ask her that question, and she is partly, but she's quick to note something is off. Her eyes flutter about the leader—lethargy—labored breathing. The cause of it is made clear when she sees the wound. The pleasant look on her face strains slightly. It is… not a pretty sight. Angry, swollen flesh puffed up, flushed with heat, and leaking pus the color of spoiled milk.

When the leader sways, she lurches forward, only to draw back once more when Juniperstar rights themselves. "Even the most inconspicuous wounds can learn to fester, my dear." The heat radiating from her pelt was alarming. Stilldream didn't need to be told this wound had gone untended—what she saw made that clear enough.

It seems their leader is not only soft but foolish as well. In a way, their naivety reminds Stilldream of her brother. His stubbornness—the lack of care for himself. Without her, he surely would have died many times over.

"I have knowledge of that sort, yes. But your medicine-cat is capable too." Stilldream asks distractedly, gaze darting up from the wound. It's been some time since she's had to utilize her knowledge as a mender, but even so, she's quick to jump into that role again. Eager as she is, she still has concerns. There's even a chance that slapping poultices on the festering thing may well be futile. Besides, the herbs needed to even attempt treatment were easily available to Serpantberry. "To have waited this long... Do you not trust her to handle such things?" The ivory creature studies the leader once more, brows furrowed with gentle concern.
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OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — Oh boy this can't possibly go wrong.​

• 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.

 

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

even for all the sweetness of her words, there is a terseness to the truth she shares that makes Juniperstar prickle with unease... or perhaps it is just embarrassment, to be caught in such a state. to know it was preventable and had been allowed to run rampant for far too long. her lips fall only slightly towards a frown, disheartened to know that the scrap of kitten teeth or the scabbing of a clumsy fall may have equal deadliness. . . was living life really so dangerous? that even the tiniest mistakes and a bit of bad luck could be fatal?

"Right..." she swallows back her own frustrations with herself in favor of confirming her understanding, "I guess I've... learned something then." to take everything with due caution... to use the goodness of what makes clan life special; the community. its need to treat one another of their wounds to ensure a more mutual survival.

the line of questioning that follows is unwelcome, though it isn't surprising. her eyes glance back behind her, as if the mention of her will cause Serpentberry to appear, fuming and decorated in leaf-litter. "No- no it's not... it's not about trust." Stilldream is still far younger than herself; was she so out of her depth that even the younger adults couldn't comprehend her aversion to being a burden? or was it a self-imposed punishment not to inflict her woes onto others knowing her being here had been a path paved in Thornstar's blood?

"I trust her plenty... too much, perhaps... I don't want her... wasting more time on me than it's worth," the spotted cat admits on a sighed breath. it is a labor of survival to even do that much... to converse, to ask for help, to pretend that she has not willfully drawn the curtain between herself and one of her closest friends in favor of preserving Serpentberry's fragile heart.

"Can you help... then?" Or did I wait too long...?

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• juniperstar leader of thunderclan nine lives remain

  ignore me

 

[S t i l l d r e a m]

Goodness, for a she-cat double her age to be still so very naive... "I think you underestimate your worth, Juniperstar…" She sighs, "But as you wish." After all, this wasn't her decision to make. She could report it to Serpentberry—but doing so would betray the trust that's placed in her.

Who in their right mind would waste such an opportunity?

Stilldream wasn't one to question her superiors—at least not openly. The well-being of the colony as a whole was paramount. Infighting was not allowed whatsoever. Those in positions of power were not insurmountable, but they were respected enough that their will was not challenged... At least not until recently. Obedience hadn't saved her brother when it came time for cuts...

She understood the risk. If something went wrong, if Juniperstar worsened under her care, there would be consequences. ThunderClan was soft, but she knew that at least they might force Stilldream and her brother to leave. Their position here was fragile, and few would sympathize with two outsiders who they considered partially liable for their leader's death. Hawker will forgive me if this goes wrong. I doubt he's that attached already.

"Of course, you can rely on me." She said gently, offering a wilted smile. "I will give my best." Juniperstar was in a critical condition. She might not even survive long enough for the herbs to matter, but she was willing to try.

"I'll need to gather a few things. The pale she-cat added quickly, already turning to leave. There is a list of things she'll need to even begin. That fever will need to come down, surely, and the wound will need to be thoroughly cleaned and drained. Something hardly to fight the infection—plenty of it or at least enough to stabilize Juniperstar's condition until there's a chance to gather more. "Rest and please try not to strain yourself while I'm gone." Stilldream does not wait for a response, gracefully sweeping across camp with a specific place in mind to check first.

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OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — Wasn't sure what you had in mind, but if you don't want to write Juniperstar mulling in silence while Stilldream is away, I'm happy to post again with her returning with the herbs/attempting to treat Juniperstar. Up to you though!​

• 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.

 

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

her whiskers twitch at the statement, uncertain how she's meant to accept that answer. that her own value is in flux and not measured with the perception of her clan in mind. they probably do weigh her more favorably but... she's just one cat. how can they hoist up her worth higher? anyone could fill her paws, step in as leader and find a path to guide ThunderClan down. that wasn't special.

"I appreciate the advice... I will take it into consideration next time." should there be a next time. should she be given the chance to allow others the opportunity to fuss about her.

but Stilldream departs, dutiful and willing to at least accept her explanation as all the reasoning needed to handle this privately. quietly. she hunkers herself down, not in any rebellious mood to wander off. even that act takes great energy, the careful folding of limbs, tilts slightly onto her side to lounge in what comfort can be dug up from the scraps of her health.

everything aches... it's overwhelmingly warm... and the light is blinding. there is nothing to do but wait, listen to the beat of her own heart fluttering uncertainly in her chest, feel the discomfort that coils itself in every fiber of her body. and hope... hope that her lack of attention for herself had not been her undoing.

she could imagine being pestered about it, had she given anyone the space to notice, to interject or comment on it. to push her towards more thoughtful care of what was just a thorn's prick left to run errant. her chin rests against the ground, drawing in a heavy breath and content to just close her eyes against the sun's searing rays.

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• all good! sorry im being slow. after still gets back we can do the fun part :)

• juniperstar leader of thunderclan nine lives remain

  ignore me