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Post by vexing_ode on Apr 26, 2022 19:54:59 GMT -5
wrenpansy i have done it!!! i chose coral tree seeds as her new exiting poison lol, instead of killing periwinkle it can cause weakness and fatigue, as well as nausea, and fever... the idea would be that wheatkit doesn't use enough to kill but leaves permanent effects, so her permanent illness? {the things we learn for the sake of roleplay .-. i have learned more poisons then i otherwise would have, just because i have a character that loves poison... fbi looking at my search history like, wtf}
Wheatkit sat at the edge of the camp, rolling something small and red in her paws. she had found a strange tree that someone told her was called 'a coral tree' and was told 'stay away from those seeds young one they will give you some problems'. Wheatkit had of course ignored the advice and brought one back to camp carrying it gently with a leaf, not wanting to bite into it. "What's it do?" She thought to herself, more importantly how does she test it... looking around she spotted the fresh kill pile, and an idea formed. Hiding her seed she took off for a mouse piking a nice plump one she brought it back. Taking a rock to the little red seed she crushed it open then rubbed a small amount into the fur, she noticed the lack of scent, perfect for hiding in prey.
With a nod of satisfaction she looked around for a subject, someone to kind to refuse her company. Spotting the black she-cat Periwinklepaw she mewed "Perfect!" grabbing the mouse where she had not added the remains of the seed she padded over and mewed "Hello!" Dropping the mouse "I brought you a mouse!" she squeaked with an innocent smile on her face her eyes shining.
awesome and sounds great to me! also omg. i'm getting to play pi shaman soon so you best believe i'll be in the same boat soon. watch my fbi agent have to like look at my search history, shake their head and be like, "here we go again bois."
Periwinklepaw had just been about to cough into one of her paws, when her orange gaze caught sight of the kitten padding towards her, forcing herself to swallow it down so violently that for a brief moment, tears caught at the rim of her eyes. It hurt, of course it hurt, it was aching and uncomfortable, but she did it all while forcing a sweet smile in greeting down at the kit, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong at all.
"Hello there! That's so sweet of you." She said, leaning down a bit to get more on Wheatkit's level with a more than obvious enthusiasm. Periwinklepaw loved kits, and she especailly loved little she kits. They had her wonder what it would have been like to have a sister, or to have been an older sister; and they made her even more dead-set on one day being a mother, mostly because she thought it would be the closest thing she could have to having a little sister. And kits, especially kits like Wheatkit who seemed so sweet and innocent and ready to just do something kind for anyone at a moment's notice, endeared her even more. She had that lovely victorian illusion about childhood; that each of them were sweet, untainted little souls, only knowing good and Starclan's grace, and it felt so pure and escapist from everyday life interacting with them and seeing what they thought was fun, what they thought was a problem, because it all felt so small and trivial compared to the world she lived in from day to day; it was all so in contrast to her life of intense manners and trials and looking proper for her assigned class.
Leaning in a little closer to Wheatkit, she gave her a small boop on the nose with her paw, giving a soft giggle. Probably much to Wheatkit's disapointment, she was only half paying attention to the mouse. "So honey, what's your name?" She purred, an entralled, cheerful curiosity lacing her every words.
Post by vexing_ode on Apr 27, 2022 19:48:56 GMT -5
giving a forlorn glance at the mouse, she forced herself to look away, Uncle kier had been teaching her patience after all, a true lady must wait for what they want. "I'm Wheatkit!" she squeaked fluffing her chest out, "Did you know honey is good for sore throats!" she mewed proud of her knowledge, other than deadly plants, she had learned a bit about the safer plants, not that she took much mind of them, but if one where to use poisons they better know how to cure the effects, at least that is what she was told.
