camp begin again ★ return

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Everything ached, but she was determined to make the trip back right after the ceremony. As tempting as it would have been to rest at the Moonstone, they needed to make it back home. Wrathpaw was being held prisoner in the Medicine Den, and even though he was likely still asleep, she could practically feel the unease radiating off of Gentlestorm's pelt. Did you sleep at all while I was in Starclan? She wanted to ask, but she knew the stubborn old tom likely hadn't, or at least not enough. "When we get back, you need to sleep." Her words were quiet, fitting for the shadows that wrapped around their pelts as they traveled through the night. It was sometime between moon high and dawn by the time they reached Fourtrees. The gathering clearing felt uncharacteristically empty, but she hadn't been here before when there wasn't a gathering going on. It felt...eery.

After they passed through Fourtrees, the journey back to the camp went back quick...or as quick as it could be between the two injured cats. As she ducked through the camp's entrance tunnel, they were met with a few faces. Like Roeflame had promised, the camp was already looking on the mend. The dens had been patched, and the fresh kill pile was decently stocked. She cast a glance towards Howlingstar's den, then back to the Warriors Den. Even after being reunited with Howlingstar earlier in the evening, she wished to spend one last night with the comfort of her clanmates beside her.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

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  @GENTLESTORM
  Takes place very late at night, close to dawn
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 37 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — He had slept a little bit while Flamestar had gotten her lives though it didn't last knowing that a creature slept in the safety of his den and he recalls all the cats he had left behind. His ears twitch as he walks alongside the red tabbied leader as his eyes analyze her for a heartbeat as he blinks the exhaustion from his earthy hued pools, he can see the nine tines that cling onto the new crown that she bears. The silver tom sighs quietly to himself ignoring the way that his body feels heavy and he can't help but snort at what she says to him about needing sleep. I'll sleep when I'm dead. He wishes to say but bites down on his tongue instead trying to ignore the way his legs would wobble from the fatigue and having pushed himself beyond his limits, he speaks in a soft voice to not strain his voice further than he already has "Y... you t... too... You... a... are... to rrrr.... rest..."

He walks alongside her feeling somewhat breathless and that his paws had been moving for an eternity as they pass through the moors once more then Fourtrees... He ducks his own head as he slips into camp and the older tom looks as if he's about to collapse but he refuses to let himself tip over as a shaky breath slips from his jaws and he allows the oxygen to slip into his lungs once more. Gentlestorm feels like he could sleep for a lifetime but he knows better than to do that when Wrathpaw rests in the medicine den, the reminder of that creature being inside of his den causes his snout to wrinkle as a growl slips from his throat. His attention focuses onto Flamestar once more wishing to ask how she felt but he decides against it and simply settles down on his haunches, his gaze half-lidded from how tired he felt.

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
  ✦ 58 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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[Softsight]

Carrionshriek is still awake when Flamewhisker - Flamestar, now - and Gentlestorm return from their trip to the Moonstone. She hadn't been able to get any sleep, though whether that was on account of adrenaline from the retaking of ThunderClan still flooding through her veins or worry over the two council members' states when they had left, she couldn't be sure - perhaps it was even a bit of both that had kept her eyes open when she'd tried to coax herself into what would have been an uncomfortable slumber.

"Gentlestorm," is who Carrionshriek addresses first, before drawing back and nodding respectfully towards Flamestar. "Flamestar. We're so relieved to have you both back." She is sure that she speaks for almost the entirety of ThunderClan when she says this, and she takes a deep breath, as if so many words had run out of her mouth that she was breathless in the aftermath. But she speaks, and she speaks to more than just Gentlestorm, and she counts that as a victory.

There were a plethora of questions in Carrionshriek's mind as she considered that the two had been to the Moonstone to convene with StarClan - what was it like, who had they seen, how had it all happened - but the more rational part of her brain calmed her and spoke for her. "You should both get some rest. We," she gestured to those who had also stayed awake, as she was sure there were plenty who had, "can watch over ThunderClan until you're well-rested again." She assured them.

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• CARRIONSHRIEK ✩ warrior of thunderclan, eleven moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕Roaringpaw had been pacing anxiously around the camp's clearing since he'd awoken. Did life ceremonies always take this long? Their wounds must hinder them in their travels, but so much so? Did something happen to them? But everyone was behaving normally. So it must be fine. Yet that didn't calm his beating heart, didn't silence the blood roaring in his ears. His anxiety is obvious, too — the way he glances at the gorse tunnel expectantly, waiting for any sign of Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm.

Badump, badump, badump. Could his clanmates hear it too?

The rustling of leaves sends a jolt through him. His ears perk up, and he feels fear for a moment before he realizes the only smell around them is ThunderClan ( yet, the exiles all smell like ThunderClan, still ) — the familiar figure of Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm break through the undergrowth. Flamestar, Softpaw says ( he refuses to call her by the name Skyclaw bestowed upon her ) and he suddenly feels silly at calling her by her old name. “Welcome back,” Roaringpaw purrs, letting out a breath of relief. “Softpaw is right, both of you should get some rest.”

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
  
• ROARINGPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by leafhusk . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 11 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[SPIDERPAW]

[] plagued with restlesness since the uprising spiderkit had been tossing and turning for the majority of the night, never really being able to fall asleep comfortably without startling awake just a few moments later from sporadic dreams that swirled within his unconcious mind. after the umpteenth time they eventually gave up on trying to slumber and decided to remain awake despite the weariness that clung to their lithe frame and with careful steps ducked out of the nursery.

dawn has barely stretched over the horizon but there are a surprising amount of cats who were awake that dotted the clearing, including flamestar and gentlestorm. wait, flamestar and gentlestorm? spiderkit had to do a slight double-take, a paw coming up to rub at tired eyes to ensure he wasn't just hallucinating from a lack of proper sleep but low and behold it was them! feeling slightly more awake and relieved, the soon-to-be apprentice bounded over with a tired but warmhearted smile. "we—welcome back, flamest—" a yawn interrupts their flow of words, immediately causing them to take on a more sheepish and apologetic expression before finishing. "–ar and gent—gentlestorm." ​

 

[Lightflower]

❝ it's gonna hurt for a bit of time ❞​

Her question had been answered, she hadn't been able to sleep that night. Despite her exhaustion, the young warrior busied herself with tedious tasks. Cleaning the clearing of debris, brought the medicine den residents some water-soaked moss. Whatever else there was to do. Squirrelpaw being injured left her with a rather bitter taste of guilt for not being a better protector. Guilt was not an unfamiliar emotion. Unfortunately.

Lightflower raised her gaze as Flamestar and Gentlestorm returned. "Flamestar," she mewed, choking up. A fresh wave of grief washing over her upon saying her new leader's name. It had been easy to deny that Howlingstar would not return as long as there was no other 'star, and confirmation struck just the same as claws. "Welcome home," she managed.
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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Roeflame liked to think she had made good on her promise to Flamewhisker before she had departed with Gentlestorm, though potentially at the cost of much needed rest. The duo was bound to return soon, and after Roeflame sent Dovepaw to their nest for the night, she was fine stealing guard duty from whoever she had assigned.

The camp was restless, and the Lead Warrior only watched quietly as her former apprentice busied her paws to busy work and Roaringpaw paces to and fro. Who was she to tell them how to cope with their troubles? The tabby was no different, sitting here instead of curled up in her nest with her mate.

When the entrance finally rustles and spits out the leader and healer, Roeflame lets a soft exhale blow through her nostrils. They’re back. Though the warrior is slower to get to sore paws, the group of night owls she had been watching all night flock to them, with her trailing.

“Welcome back, Flamestar.” Roeflame dips her head, offering her friend a bittersweet smile, she could not deny the pride for the other that burned under the lingering sadness. To Gentlestorm, she gives the tom a playful once-over. “You both look like you got on the bad side of a badger,” smirking as she nods along to Softpaws- who she couldn’t bring herself to even think of Skyclaw’s act of cruelty- delicate suggestion. “Now, goodnight you two.” Stepping aside, Roeflame would spare an amused glance in Spiderkit direction.

Step by step, ThunderClan was being built back to its former glory. It feels freeing when the Lead Warrior realizes she can finally breathe.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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