private A MAN WHO IS HAUNTING ✿ LITTLE WOLF

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Soon after he finishes the ceremony, Gentlestorm smiles in the direction of Moonbeam warmly and goes to press his nose against the stone that lay within the cave. His eyes fluttering shut as he drifts off to sleep and it doesn't take long for them to reopen, his dark golden gaze glancing around to take in his starlit surroundings wondering who would come visit him this time in his dreams. A part of him expects to see the dappled pelt of his mentor but instead his eyes soften at the sight of a familiar raven pelt and he pushes himself to his paws to bask in her glow, he recalls the warning from Little Wolf's daughter about a mist. The pale tom wonders if his late mate is here to see him about that or perhaps its the eclipse, he doesn't know which but all that he knows now is that he's happy to see her once more.

He knows their reunion would be a short one but he would dream of it for several moons to come and speaks in soft tone "Hello, my love." The words slip easily from his throat and he takes a few strides so that he may be near her once more in hopes that he can catch the faintest smell of morning dew and bark from the oak forest that they both lived together in before her death.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[LITTLE WOLF]

Star filled dreams are now the only way that the dark-coated warrior can reunite with those she loved that have yet to pass. She doesn't mind though, these brief glimpses into their lives could be enough. Her family was happy. She could see that whenever she looked down with a heart overwhelmed with pride. Moonwhisper, Burnstorm, and Howlfire were all parents (and what wonderful kits they had all borne) Her only regret was that she could not be there physically, that these kits would grow up only knowing her name through story and not the gentle press of a loving nose to a forehead. No matter, she did not regret giving her life to save Cherryblossom's. Not even for a second.

When she lays green eyes upon a familiar snow-dusted pelt her heart flutters in her chest and for a second she has to laugh at the absurdity of the feeling. Or rather, the memory if the feeling that tricked her mind into thinking such a thing could occur when she was in a place where her breath did not mist in front of her on even the coldest of nights. "We don't have much time" she says softly as she takes a step forward to meet him, voice full of regret even as she closes her eyes to touch her nose to his cheek. The touch only lasts for a moment before she has to pull away. The night was short, and she had been entrusted with relaying a very important message to the medicine cat of ThunderClan. "StarClan has sent me with a warning for you, for the forest. Beware the darkness a forgotten enemy brings." Did her words mean anything to him? She studies his face for signs of understanding, for a change, but the starlight glimmering at her feet was fading, a sign that dawn was rapidly approaching, that their time was quickly running out.

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