private A MAN WITH A TRAIL OF BODIES ༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ DOEBLAZE

[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — With his recovery, he gains his freedom in walking out in the territory once more and Gentlestorm remains attentive of his surroundings knowing that those who had been part of Skyclaw's group are still wandering around nearby. He doubts that they don't lurk by the borders of Thunderclan and as he lumbers forth, a part of him regrets not having brought a warrior to accompany him yet the feeling is muddled by the thought of catching those exiled from Thunderclan and getting rid of them completely. It's enough to make him dig his claws into the cool soil underneath him that he doesn't realize being close to the Skyclan border until the scent marker causes his nose to twitch and he stops completely. His feathered ears angle forward as he stands still not moving a single muscle and listens closely before his lips are drawn back into a low snarl that rumbles from his throat.

His body tensing up at the sudden snap of a twig and it causes the fur along his spine to lift in every direction to make himself seem bigger to whoever sees him. The search for herbs or bedding for Badgerstripe completely forgotten as the brute stands his ground growling like some wolven-like beast. He catches the sight of fawn-like spots and Gentlestorm falls mute as he realizes who it is, the tension from his body lessens in the slightest but not by much as he fixes his posture and his fur lays flat. His jaws part slightly to see if there's a patrol with her but he finds that there isn't any othter cats but her, he shouldn't be all that surprised considering how he found her the last time... sitting in the rain.

Gentlestorm frowns for a heartbeat only to finally part his jaws and speaks "Doeblaze..." The silvery tom allows himself to relax and keeps his earthy hued eyes focused on her. They haven't seen each other in a while but knowing Flamestar, she gave the news to the other clans at the gathering.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 59 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[DOEBLAZE]

Pine-scent is heavy in the air despite the occasional rusted leaf that drifts past her on the autumn breeze. Quick, sure steps bring her carefully closer to the ThunderClan border in pursuit of a particularly evasive robin, its vibrant orange breast enticing her to tail it through increasingly red foliage. She's left Cloudypaw at home for the moment, and while she always appreciates her apprentice's presence, she must admit that it's nice being able to hunt unbridled by concerns for his safety or his learning. Each leap is made with focus solely on herself and the satisfying reverbation as her paws meet fresh bark, always following the vibrant flame of the robin's feathers.

Foolishly, the bird dips lower, clueless to her as she follows it. Her dappled pelt blends well with the bits of sun cutting through the mixed leaves above, and when she parts her jaws the fresh, wild scent of the bird is closer than ever. A particularly risky leap brings it home to her, and she follows through on the surplus energy with a quick bound down the trunk. When she emerges onto the earth once more, she's momentarily out of place—a deep inhale and a glance orients her as near the ThunderClan border, the musky scent of leaf - litter intruding upon the tarry spice of pine.

A brittle twig snaps beneath her forepaw as she turns to resettle her internal compass, a thick snarl rising into the air as a hulking shape anounces itself. Fight-or-flight urge zaps through her limbs, survival instinct zigzagging up her spine, and she braces her forelimbs tautly in a quick approximation of her practiced battle stance. If it's him ... Her jaws part soundlessly until white fur and tired coppery eyes announce themselves, the bronzed color of his gaze sending a residual shudder through her raised hackles she just manages to suppress.

" Gentlestorm, " she returns with a brief nod. The difference in him is shocking, she observes with carefully measured glances—scars tear violently across his body, marblings of raised flesh like kintsugi, his eyes with the tired sag of the damned. Her awareness of her own change, so much so that their roles are nearly reversed, is passing to herself but evident to the other cat. Slender sinew ripples across her tightly set shoulders, new bands of muscle where there had once been wastrel skin and bone. Doeblaze stands tall and solemn, her head set high, her eye cool and her staid face unreadable. A far cry from the lost soul sitting in the rain, at least at a glance.

" Our warriors brought home news of what happened. " She sits, curling her half-tail along her haunch, and does not bother to disguise her quick assessment of his just-healed scars. It is an once-over without judgement, though, and she meets his dark gaze without much wavering. " I'm ... sorry. " The platitude is empty as it falls from her lips and she knows it. To lose Blazestar had been unfathomable; to lose the trust in her home, in the cats around her, with him would have destroyed her. In that, she has no doubt; it takes a village to heal a broken heart, and for two moons, Gentlestorm had had none at all. How long will it take ThunderClan to heal? How long will it take him?

" I hope ThunderClan's recovery is swift, " she murmurs, and after a pause, adds, " As is yours. " For a moment, she wavers, one paw kneading thoughtfully at the ground. Finally, she meets his eye steadily once more and mrrows, " If you'll pardon my saying it, I never liked Skyclaw. I don't know how they've treated you, but Blazestar and Little Wolf's children in ThunderClan have no lost love for me. "

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