private ESTO ES ALGO IRREPARABLE CONTIGO ESTOY INESTABLE ༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ STORMYWING

[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — She had been merciful when he hadn't, kind where she didn't need to be, and even if she didn't spare him a single word that vole itself is plenty. The words that Doepath had spoken to him still fresh in his memory too and the large tom finds himself resting within his nest casting a quick glance in the direction of Howlpaw's resting form only to blink his eyes softly in regard to the boy. Gentlestorm pushes himself to his paws allowing a low breath to escape his throat and pushes through the plants that drape over his den to glance over camp only catch sight of a familiar gray pelt, his whiskers twitch momentarily as he stands there for a long moment. Where had his teeth pierced and done the most damage? He cannot remember only knowing it had been in the heat of the moment when they had returned from their unfortunate loss with both Shadowclan and Riverclan.

But the longer that he thinks about it, she hurt the same way he had once when he'd lost Little Wolf to the eagle within the mountains and even if her own love still lives across the river, she had remained with Thunderclan despite it all. He doesn't know if he would ever put himself into such a scenario but he imagines that it isn't easy and its hard to understand such a foolish thing like love when he's lost it so long ago beyond Highstones. Regardless of what he remembers or not, he knows that he owes Stormywing an apology if she would even bother being around him enough to hear the words creep out from his throat. He had been more than unkind to both Stormywing and Thundergleam and it isn't something that he's proud of in the least, a soft breath slips from his jaws once more.

The silvery giant presses onwards only to speak to the young warrior "Stormywing... if you aren't busy... may I have a moment... of your time?" He isn't guarded like he normally is and he's more relaxed, his expression and body language sagging with exhaustion. He doesn't want her pity and she's certain that she doesn't wish for his either so he keeps a leveled gaze on her for a few heartbeats only to motion for the other to follow him to a quieter spot within camp and away from prying eyes. "I wanted... to apologize... to you... what I said to you... was more than... unkind..." There's a pause as he watches her expression carefully for however she might react and a frown pulls at the sides of his mouth with a small shake of his head, "Even... if it hadn't been... a good decision... I know... what it is... to love... to be incredibly blind... because of it... and to lose that love... I know that pain..."

His scruffy eyebrows knit together for a heartbeat and he settles down onto his haunches to allow his sore muscles to rest "And... I'm sorry... for not... taking that into consideration... when we returned from Sunningrocks... I had no right... to cast you... such judgement... I shouldn't have... called you... such an ugly thing..." A tired sigh slips from his jaws and he looks to her once more wondering what she may be thinking as he allows himself to rip himself open so that she'd see him for what he is and that he isn't lying to her. All he wished to do is make peace and ammends, she didn't even need to forgive him... all that he wanted her to know is that he's sorry and he had been wrong to lash out.

TAKE A SEAT BUT I'D RATHER YOU NOT BE HERE FOR ᨒ WHAT COULD BE MY FINAL FORM

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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
  ✦ 62 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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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing watches Gentlestorm approach, her golden eyes narrowing instinctively as his familiar silver pelt cuts across the camp. Her muscles tense as his voice calls her name. What does he want now? She wonders, already bracing herself for another cruel jab. She straightens, meeting his gaze without flinching. He doesn't look like the sharp-tongued, judgmental tom she remembers him to be as of recent - no fire in his eyes, no contempt lacing his words. Instead, he looks...tired. Defeated, even. That alone throws her off balance, but she doesn't let it show.

Her tail flicks once, sharply, as he motions for her to follow. She hesitates, weighing her options. Every instinct screams to just walk away. You don't owe him anything, A voice in her head reminds her. But curiosity wins out. With a sigh, she pads after him, keeping her expression carefully neutral. When he starts speaking, she doesn't interrupt. She listens, her ears twitching at his words. At first, her gaze is sharp, wary, but as he continues, the tension in her shoulders slowly eases. She watches how his body sags with exhaustion, hears how his words stumble over themselves in an effort to get out, and she wonders if maybe - maybe - he means it.

When he finally falls silent, Stormywing takes a moment to collect her thoughts, letting the silence stretch between them. Her tail flicks again, more out of habit than anger, as she studies him. "'Ugly thing,' huh?" She snaps sharply, quietly. "You didn't hold back, did you?" The warrior tilts her head, letting her words hang in the air for a heartbeat before sighing. "You're right. You didn't have the right." His job in the clan is to heal, to mend…not to scold, to pass judgment only her superiors can. Her tone softens, just barely. "But I get it. You were angry. I messed up, many moons ago. That's on me." Stormywing shifts her weight, her claws flexing briefly against the ground before retracting. "I didn't need your approval then, and I don't need it now. But...I'm not blind. I can see when someone's trying to make things right." Her unflinching golden eyes meet his dark gaze steadily. "So…fine. Apology accepted."

She pauses, her lips twitching like she might say more, but instead, she turns to leave. After a few steps, she glances back over her shoulder, her gaze more thoughtful now. "And Gentlestorm? Don't let me catch you running yourself into the ground again. ThunderClan needs you more than you think." With that, she walks away, her tail swaying behind her.
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