private DARK TO DAWN [gentlestorm]

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Ever since Gentlestorm told him that he could seek out a better place to nap, Hopekit has had a plan brewing in his little lilac-furred head. The nursery is filled with kits, all making noise even in the dead of night. The other night, Scorchedkit and Sparrowkit got into an argument and they woke almost everybody up! And even during the day he can’t get sleep, because warriors do stuff like talk really loud right outside the nursery. He feels bad for thinking it, but Hopekit wishes he was sick, because Gentlestorm’s den is usually quiet and empty. Which leads to his plan…

The medicine cat’s den is a place he’s been warned to stay away from, because of wandering kitten paws or something like that. But Hopekit isn’t like the other kits, even Littlekit and Dovekit and Beetlekit. He and Coalkit are different, and he still doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. But they’re different, so maybe he won’t get chased out of the den. The image of an angry Gentlestorm pops into his head when he steps across the den’s threshold, but it’s absurd (Hopekit likes that word, and snorts when he thinks of it) and so he disregards the thought. The big tom won’t get mad, probably.

He’ll find out soon enough, anyway, because the lilac kit approaches the very tom who’d given him his name, chin tipping up to look the older cat in the eye. "Gentlestorm," he greets in a voice laden with flower-petal softness, not at all sounding as though he’s been plagued by illness. A tiny, forced cough leaves his mouth, and his little ears droop. "Oh no… I’m sick, I think. I need to spend the whole day in here with you, don’t I?" He attempts to sound disappointed, as though he hates the idea of having to stay in here all by himself. It’s entirely unconvincing, but of course the kit thinks he’s nailing it. The medicine cat is definitely going to let him sleep in here now—he has to, doesn’t he?

// @GENTLESTORM​

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — The mountain of fur had gathered some new nest material like feathers, new moss, and some flowers that he weaved into his nest. The sound of his nephew greeting him is enough to pull his attention away from his current task and focused onto the lilac tomkit, his ears angled forward as he speaks "Hello Hopekit. Why aren't you playing with your denma-" His jaws shut realizing the soft tone that the kitten had taken, a tiny cough, and his ears drooping makes Gentlestorm want to snort with amusement but he manages to keep his composure. He wonders if this is due to him having told his nephew that he could've found somewhere more quieter to sleep and his den is rather empty after his last patient had left recently. He doesn't mind that Hopekit's here considering that he knows or hopes that his kin wouldn't get into anything and potentially destory any of his herbs. "You're feeling sick? Oh dear, that's no good." Gentle observes with his head tilting to the side only to motion for the tomkit to slip into one of the nests, he blinks his copper eyes in amusement.

"You'll need to eat the most bitter herbs that I have so that you'll make a swift recovery." The pale healer states in his best serious tone as he turns away from Hopekit so that he can hide his amused smile from his kin, he picks up at a random leaf that's not even close to being a herb but the lilac tomkit didn't know that. He faces him once more holding the leaf carefully in his paw only to look at Hopekit wondering if he would admit that he wasn't sick or he would continue to act and eat the random leaf that he placed onto the nest.

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.
  ✿ 54 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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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The older tom begins to ask a question, to which the answer is, of course, because my denmates are loud and annoying and I just wanna sleep. But Gentlestorm moves past the question quickly, apparently having been convinced by Hopekit’s stellar performance. The medicine cat is very concerned about him, inviting him to lie in one of the nice comfortable nests, and Hopekit obeys without hesitation. He curls into the nest that’s too big for him, a bit chilled by the lack of siblings pressing in around him—but mostly glad for the extra leg room, and the relative silence. "Yeah… I’m really sick," he adds, his tail dropping dramatically to the floor. But he hadn’t considered what happens to sick cats.

Gentlestorm offers him a leaf, one that’s supposed to make him feel better. He says it’s really bitter, but he has to play the part of a sick patient, doesn’t he? "Oh… I guess… I do want to get better so fast." Soft words trail off into intermittent silence, with heavy pauses in between. He doesn’t want his uncle to think he’s better just after eating a plant, because then he won’t get to stay here in his den. Still, he has to pretend that he’s sick, so the little tomkit bends down to take the leaf in his mouth, wincing slightly at the blatantly leafy taste. Then he crunches into it, and… it’s horrible. This was a terrible, really bad idea. He shouldn’t have pretended, he thinks—but now he’s too far in to turn back. He’s committed. The kit chews and chews until he swallows it all, and then croaks out, "That’s so gross, Gentlestorm…" The kit attempts to make his expression still look sad and sick, but the bitter aftertaste of whatever he’s just eaten covers his tongue, and his nose begins to wrinkle with disgust.​

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — When Hopekit actually takes the leaf to chew and eat, its enough to make the bushy brows of Gentlestorm lift with surprise. He truly would've thought that the kitten would've fessed up to not actually being sick but it seemed that the lilac tomkit was rather committed to his act just so he wouldn't get sent away. The commitment reminds him of Batwing even if the kittens remind him so much of either parents and he misses the both of them dearly. The way Hopekit's face contorts with disgust telling him that the "herb" had been gross, the large tom let's a sigh slip out from his maw as he goes over to get a small dollop of honey. Just a bit of sweetness to drown out the bitter taste of the leaf and offers it to the small tom as he speaks in a gentle tone "Here. This'll help,"

Once the kitten takes the honey, Gentlestorm settles near the nest watching the other carefully though copper pools and speaks "Now... What's the real reason you're here?" The way that he says it sounds almost like a parent having caught their kit trying to do something super silly or unwise. The act was up and as much as the former warrior wanted to entertain this for a heartbeat, he didn't have it in his heart to feed another leaf to Hopekit so that he would fess up and he doubts that Roeflame would appreciate it either. "They taste worse when a cat lies." He simply states with a nod of his helm even if it could be considered untrue... Most herbs tasted weird and bitter from what he could pick up scentwise.

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

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ 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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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ His tongue stays stuck out as far as it will go, attempting to wash the taste from it. Hopekit hates that plant, whatever it was. That wasn’t a helpful herb, it was a gross one! But at least his uncle offers him a bit of honey to wash the taste out of his mouth fully. Gentlestorm is a good medicine cat, and he’s an even better uncle. If Hopekit could choose to stay here with the big fluffy tom all the time, he would never go back to the nursery. He licks his chops when he’s finished with the honey, his fluffy tail swishing back and forth for a moment—and then Gentlestorm speaks again, and ruins all the happiness. The real reason?! How did the healer know he was lying?!

"Real reason…?" When he speaks, he forgets to make his voice sound terribly sick, but he tries really hard to cover it up with a weak little cough. "I’m so sick," he whines petulantly, rolling over onto his side and flopping his paws out over the edge of the nest. It’s a display of complete and utter helplessness, one that is immediately undermined by the older tom’s next words. They taste worse when a cat lies, Gentlestorm says, and the frown on Hopekit’s face turns to a scowl. He’s been found out, it seems. "Yeah, well…" He considers lying again, but after a few moments decides that it’s better if he just… admits it. "I don’t like the nursery. It’s loud… and you aren’t there."​

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