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

[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 her breath hitches in her chest the moment she shifts forward, putting weight onto a leg that had been tactfully withdrawn from sight more days than not.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.