private FAERIE SOIRÉE 𓆩♡𓆪 GENTLESTORM

[DAWNGLARE]

" I hope you're not keen on disappearing anytime soon. "

Two heavy sets of paws tred the ground at nightfall. Once accompanied by Starlingheart, for... some inane reason, he's sure, him and Gentlestorm were now left to themselves, with nothing more than the chatter between them to fill the space. Whether Dawnglare cared to speak to him at all was highly dependent on the day. He can't quite recall what mood he had awoken in, but regardless, he had been left with much to say in regards to the others. Gentlestorm himself was not exempt from criticism either... but that could wait for... some other time. Mother knows that they had plenty of it together, for better or for worse...

" It's awfully lucky that only one from a pair ever disappears, " he muses. Gentlestorm has not said much over the course of his chatter, but he doesn't very much care. In fact, he very well might prefer this. There were very few now, that let him speak his mind without and if, ands, or buts... Even his old friend took it up with time. The forest did this to them, it thinks. Loathesome green things burrowed into the dirt, and unseeingly, the skin of the living too. It was difficult to avoid, if you did not know what to look for... " No Clan has ever had that seat left completely empty... Perhaps StarClan blesses them in ways unformidable to me. "

He cranes his neck upward, gazing not reverent, but not without respect to the stars above. It is easier to gaze them more clearly, as their ranks swelled more and more with faces of cats he once knew. Not all of them were wise... He ponders what knowledge the sky gives them, after death. Do you see now what a fool you are...? Oh, he could hope... " I have never needed such blessings, " such had been his implication, but in the end, he chooses to say it anyways. " What a prize for your like, though. "

// OOC: tehe @GENTLESTORM​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Snowy dipped paws tread on the ground quietly only having spoken when he had bid Starlingheart farewell but after the things Dawnglare had said at the gathering between medicine cats. It had made him fall silent from shock and he's stunned that the older tom would speak so carelessly like that, it had been insensitive. It made Gentlestorm wonder if the tom's usually like this with those he's more familiar or if he's less... rude. He isn't certain but he's silent while Dawnglare continues to speak and mentions how he hopes that he isn't keen on disappearing anytime soon, it earns a silent glare from the ghostly figure. "I don't." He answers rather stiffly only to fall silent once more deciding to let him continue to speak but its a mistake that he realizes a little too late.

His pupils narrow, his pelt prickles in the slightest, and a frown tugs the sides of his mouth downwards as he finds Dawnglare beginning to get on his nerves. Which frankly is quite a feat, he tries to calm down when they step into the familiar oak forest that's his home and breathes out as he begins to quietly count in his mind. One marigold... two marigold... three marigold... Feather tipped ears twitch as his large form pushes through the thick growth and foliage provided by newleaf still following behind Dawnglare a few steps back. "What a prize for your like, though." The gentle giant can feel his jaw beginning to clench, his ears pressing flat against his head, and it disrupts his counting as his dark gaze burns holes into the back of Dawnglare's skull. The pale medicine cat opens then closes his mouth like a gaping fish unsure of the words that press at the tip of his tongue.

His claws slipping from their sheath only to dig into the cool soil as he finally stops in his tracks and speaks in a clear voice "You should learn to either know what's right to say or keep your maw shut." Gentlestorm's words blunt and lacking its usual warmth or understanding, he knows if he had still been Hailstorm that he would've kept quiet ot silently agreed since he'd know nothing about being a medicine cat. It would've been awkward silence, nodding of his head, and soft mhms but there was only so much that Gentlestorm could tolerate before he found himself irritated. Dawnglare had easily achieved that with his loose tongue and he can't help but find it slightly impressive though he'd rather eat mud than ever admit his annoyance outloud to the other.

The few steps that kept them apart was closed by the single stride that the mountain of fur and muscles took, his face only a little bit away from Dawnglare's own "During the time you are here with me and if you walk with me once more in the company of Starlingheart, you will be respectful." She had lost her apprentice, the closest thing to a younger brother, and Dawnglare had the nerve to say that hopefully the twoleg took care of him. If that had been said to him and Magpiepaw had been his own apprentice, he would've snapped at the former kittypet then and there. The bicolored tom had been the closest thing that he considered kin and perhaps even a son during their time together. If the pale tom had had a longer tail it would've been thrashing the ground behind him but instead he expresses his distaste and frustration towards the other with his body language.

"I doubt you'd appreciate it if someone said that about your own apprentice." He points out to the other waiting to see what his reaction may be to his sudden talking and defending Starlingheart and her missing apprentice. The fur along his neck flattens itself after a heartbeat or two still having his dark honeyed gaze locked with pale icy pools that belonged to Dawnglare "Do you understand?"

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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[DAWNGLARE]

Wishful thinking. Is that what it had been? To briefly believe Gentlestorm was simply well versed in only speaking when spoken too? His predecessor had not been the talkative sort. From their limited meetings, he had known this, and not divinely so in this case. He had not thought it the greatest of stretches... Not even for the likes of a clan cat. Oh, how he'd been wrong. The nature of Gentlestorm's flailing was apparently a thing entirely different, and it gives him pause, when it is so suddenly done away with.

" Pardon? " Gentlestorm has this moment to himself then, to glimpse in the back of his head the rare sliver of leeway he has been given. Dawnglare does not treat all who make the same mistakes so kindly. His vacation need not end early, with ThunderClan's own Medicine Cat made to bleed. Even then, a Medicine Cat in title only... He would be nothing without his presence here.

Gentlestorm must bear the burden of his gaze now, as he continues to run his mouth. crystal hues slit to slivers and a nose twitches, unimpressed. He was too much the fool to realize he was in no place to make demands. What a life to live... One where someone could be so verily mistaken about their place. Dawnglare has lived too long to pity it anymore. Completely and utterly, he is unimpressed. " Was I anything but? " Rhetorical, of course. He knew the answer. Gentlestorm, clearly did not. " Unfortunate it what it is. Unfortunate is what I told her. Am I to drain myself of tears for another clan's apprentice? I would not expect as such for Fireflypaw. "

Do you understand? A snort then, for it's something meant for the likes of kits. Perhaps something he had said to a much younger Fireflypaw. " I am not the one in need of Understanding, here. " Perhaps its a benevolent mood he finds himself in... If Gentlestorm learns quickly, he is willing to forget. What a stern disposition, he tries to flaunt... " What a fuss... " comes his coo, conclusive, he assumes...​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — His frustration only continues to grow when Dawnglare simply expresses being unimpressed by the twitch of his nose and tone. A small part of him wanted to reach forward with a large paw and briefly swat the other or cuff an ear but his paws remain on the cool earth. "You said disappointing and had the nerve to mention that the twoleg would care for him." Gentlestorm has the nerve to growl still standing his ground and wondering if Dawnglare truly felt anything about medicine cats passing or if he simply did not care since it didn't effect him. Starclan forbid anything happen to Fireflypaw but it makes him ponder if the plush coated tom would do more than blink if his own apprentice had fallen victim to a monster on the Thunderpath or worse. Did Dawnglare simply carry on his duty of lining and decorating a body with lavender without the small tinge of hurt in his heart? Perhaps its just that or something that he may be reading into but he finds that he hates staring into those icy pools that belong to the other.

The snowy tom considers dropping it altogether after a few heartbeats recalling the words of Howlingstar and how their guest must be treated with utmost respect. He doubts that she would be happy to find out that the visit of Dawnglare's visit would be cut short due to his feelings. "What a fuss..." The coo from Dawnglare is enough for his fur to prickle in every direction and his bushy eyebrows to knot together once more. "I'm not making a fuss." He pauses thinking about how he wouldn't need to worry about walking with the other when his training is finished and that Starlingheart and him would resume their leisure walks to the Moonstone without Dawnglare. "And to think... I imagined a future where we could all walk to the Highstones together. Not just me and Starlingheart with our apprentices," His pupils narrow in the slightest knowing that it would not stir much of a reaction from the Skyclan medicine cat.

"You can be rather unpleasant." Gentlestorm states bluntly and it isn't a lie not one bit, if it isn't the glare from the other then its his prickly personality. His ears flick back wondering if Dawnglare would've served more than just his current purpose... Did he know how to fight? The former warrior stops completely in this thought knowing some of the medicine cats were picked from the earliest age of an apprentice to learn and didn't know how to fight while others like himself and Wolfsong had been warriors before being cast the starlit offer of medicine cat. "Tell you what... I'll drop this whole thing if you will entertain me this," The ghostly figure begins with expression unchanged, "Spar with me."

He doesn't wait for an answer as he already shifts his body so that he faces the other. Perhaps he could share his own teachings to the other or even better... Make a fool out of him. Dawnglare wouldn't know that he knew anything about battle or perhaps believe he's a poor fighter... After all, the day that Gentlestorm had come to Skyclan for catmint the other tom hadn't even known about him until that day. "You may have the first move." The mountain of fur utters calmly.

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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[DAWNGLARE]

Too much a fool to back down... Clan cats were such a stubborn bunch. Given the thickness of his coat, Dawnglare would not have been surprised if he were to find that he lived in Twolegplace once. It is his disposition that more easily sets him apart now, a way with his word that no reasonable soul would dare levy at him. Unbothered, a pink tongue dips down to swipe at his fur. " Did I? " The ordeal was so unimportant, he had no reason to remember it well. " Just the same. " Both things were true.

" Not nerve, but simple kindness. Is it not a reassurance to know her apprentice will likely live? " He'd turn to glimpse Gentlestorm with rounded eyes, spelling plainly, I'm only helping. " You all know so little of twolegs, after all. I only seek to enlighten. Twoleg medicine is far beyond your understanding " Not beyond his, of course. He knew how they manipulated the land with little care for Her precious grounds. It's a wonder the world hasn't collapsed as it is already. No, for now, they only saw the reaping of their rewards. Landmasses erected from nowhere, more herbs than they could ever dream of... " I suppose I should've said he will die painfully, instead? "

Gentlestorm is steadfast in his hardheadedness. He's like a kit— insisting he's in the right when he hardly understood the world's natural order... I'm not making a fuss, this one insists... Dawnglare only bids a giggle in return, thick tail easy in its sway. He isn't sure what it is Gentlestorm calls out to, what about this is supposedly meant to entice him, or otherwise. He only continues his stride forward. His soul positively weeps with the cold reality that he could never walk with Starlingheart. Woe, woe...

What a thing to say! And Dawnglare only hums, disinterested. " You can be rather daft. " His companion— in the traveling sense, that is— is clearly pondering something, but he concerns himself with it none.

Two sets of steps become one, very suddenly, and he is left with no choice than to tilt his head back, exasperated. If he were to return without him, ThunderClan would likely accuse him of something heinous. Tell you what... I'll drop this whole thing if you will entertain me this. Dawnglare already does not intend to, but what he proposes is even more brainless than he'd imagined it would be... He turns to face him fully, his look of bemusement needing more than the shadows of his face to portray. Glacial eyes flick from his paws to his face, over and over, as if ThunderClan's medicine cat has just offered him a beetle as dinner. " I do not "spar," " He tells him plainly.​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — It seems that Dawnglare doesn't intend on budging and Gentlestorm would not try pushing on so the other could understand, the wine dipped tom stating that twoleg medicine is beyond his understanding. "Twolegs can do harm as well. Traps and so much more. Monsters on the Thunderpath," There's a pause as he thinks for a moment knowing that the blue eyed tom had only known twolegs for their kindness since he used to be a kittypet and the gray tom knew them for the things that could trap or injure a cat. He thinks about the trap during the journey and the other one that had seized the throat of his friend that could've killed her had Copperfang and Leafhusk not found her. "Why did you ever leave your twoleg home?" He decides to inquire trying to shut out what Dawnglare says next about Magpiepaw dying painfully.

"You can be rather daft."

Gentlestorm chooses to ignore this still waiting for the other to get ready for spar but the other healer states that he doesn't spar. It makes an idea pop into the younger tom's head only to lift his eyebrows in pseudo shock and then decides to circle the other with quiet hums or soft tsks. "Not with that posture you aren't. It's rather sloppy and you're slouching quite a bit. Perhaps try standing upright," The mountain of fur says in the same plain tone continuing to act quite innocent as he does and he's ready for whatever could be thrown at him. "Try thinking of it this way... You're teaching me and I'd like to return the favor, after all, one never knows when they'll need to defend themselves from rogues or predators." Dawnglare couldn't rely on the warriors to protect him especially if it ended up being him and his apprentice alone together on a herb patrol or the possibility of them getting separated.

"Or would you rather expose your pale throat eagerly to an enemy?" Gentlestorm says in an oddly calm voice continuing to watch Dawnglare for any reactions and flicks an ear, he pauses so that he stands in front of bicolored tom once more "Have you lived well enough to accept fate as is?" Call it morbid curiosity but Gentlestorm truly wanted to see what the other medicine cat would answer and if he'd fall willingly into the embrace of death itself. His body language completely relaxed not showing any signs of striking not that he would ever intend such a thing, he has more honor than a rogue.

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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[DAWNGLARE]

Great harm and great good often come in tandem. What a wonder that he cannot fathom this, when they walk together, supposedly both examples of this very principal. Dawnglare could have been a far different sort, than he was now. He could have bent Figfeather's leg even more so out of shape, he could have further marred Fireflypaw while vulnerable, rather than healing his wounds. No one could truly stop him, from causing more harm, but he had simply chosen not to. As simple as twolegs were, they held that very same power. Why did you ever leave your twoleg home? Is that where he wished he was now? Would Gentlestorm rather banish him to sun - warmed wood and bountiful food than have this conversation? Perhaps they shared some commonalities, then.

" I left because Blaise needed me to, " he says. " I left because SkyClan needed me to. " A hitch in his throat, for it wasn't so true anymore. No, his presence here disproves that thoroughly. Here he is, surrounded by two breeds of parasite, wasting away on the pretense of aid. Of... need. " I am here because you need me, " sharply, he reminds. God's teeth warn, know your place, and after a moment, he adds in a mutter. " I have ThunderClan to thank for Blaise ever wanting to stay here. "

It should be enough to make the other cease his pointless chatter, but he is nothing if not stubborn. What should be a move to simply leave was instead a mock - assessment of... whatever it was he was searching for. The possibility of this one having anything to judge him for is laughable. Ruddy fur along his spine prickles into thorns. " There is nothing wrong with my posture. Your entire self is sloppy, " Narrowed blues track the others movements. A long - held scowl paints itself onto his face, fangs ground together. " I have nothing to learn from you. "

He perches infront of him like an overeager hen, unkempt feathers and gall that did not belong. Dawnglare's gaze does not spare him kindness, nor neutrality. " Looking to claim it for yourself? You will have no such honor. " he rumbles. A sudden warning swipe bids for distance between them. Dawnglare couldn't stand to look at his sorry self for much longer. They ought to move on, before ThunderClan's Medicine Cat no longer has a tongue. " You will die long before me, I assure you. " He's outlived them all, already.​