camp FOR YOU, I WOULD DIE ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. POISON LESSON

[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM, POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — After the earlier incident, Gentlestorm beckons over his clanmates with a quick motion of his large paw so that they would lend him their attention. Roaringpaw had finally recovered from the poison intake and he silently thanks Starlingheart for it knowing that he would've been clueless had he not gone to her for her knowledge considering that she was the second longlasting medicine cats around. "Come, I'll teach you all an important lesson today." He speaks in a soothing yet semi-tired voice and he knows that the sun itself makes him want to laze about or sleep but he wouldn't allow himself such a selfish luxury until he did this. So that he may avoid anyone else eating anything poisonous especially when his knowledge about it is still very fresh and the thought of losing someone else to a condition that he isn't aware about is frustrating.

"All of you want to avoid eating these... They are deathberries and just like in its name, it will kill a cat within a heartbeat." He explains to them watching as some of their eyes widened, some fear, and others intrigued though it makes a cat wonder... Why Gentlestorm had decided to bring these to camp to begin with. If anyone asked, he had an answer that made sense solely to him and that was learning more that way he could ensure the well-being of Thunderclan by any means necessary. Every herb could have different uses or that's what he hypothesizes especially after the fact that dandelions seemed to have more than one use. Perhaps deathberries had another purpose than taking the life of a cat but he does not know what and he thinks of asking some of the other medicine cats. Well, everyone but Dawnglare... He didn't want to see that crooked, Cheshire grin on the chocolate tom's face. "Any questions?"

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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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.
  ✿ 56 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ demiromantic bisexual ; widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[POPPYFOOT]

-ˋˏ ೋ- Gentlestorm's silvery silhouette was hard to ignore, the medicine cat's presence not unlike the simmer of the rising sun below the horizon. Even unseen, you ought know where it was so as not to be caught off guard. Some cats were simply markers of activity in the clan, if they were busy, it was best to get moving too. With that in mind, Poppyfoot attended to the call for a lesson, plans to join a hunting patrol let go with only mild exasperation.

Blood-red berries winked from between dark leaves, on display. "With a name like that, you'd think avoiding them would be straightforward." The comment was tossed out with an entertained grin, exhale teasing the beginnings of laughter. Still, they supposed not everyone knew what to look for- he wouldn't have been certain himself before seeing them now. But he had common sense, enough to never end up in a situation like that, surely. They wouldn't be caught dead eating something with such a gruesome title. The irony did little to outweigh the idiocy. When the medicine cat asked after any questions Poppyfoot couldn't help but speak up again, pale eyes flitting to those around him. "Got any 'life-berries' in that medicine den of yours?"

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• poppykit / poppypaw; POPPYFOOT — he/they
  — thunderclan warrior
  — 14 moons / ages every 15th
  ↳ penned by @DetectLife
  
  Poppyfoot is small but lanky, their pelt a dense mahogany. White scrawls up one of his front paws and chest, merging with the irregular markings on his face. Ash-green eyes peer at those who pass with scrutiny.
  
  ↳ chocolate tom with low white​

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[REDFLOWER]

Redflower titters at her brother's question, then nudges him with her elbow. "Quiet, mousebrain!" Her jibe is affectionate, if harshly spoken. Pale yellow eyes flit to the medicine cat with interest. The berries at his enormous silver paws are bright red, round, and juicy-looking. Had she not known the name, she could easily have mistaken them for some tasty morsel the birds neglected.

"How many does it take to kill a cat?" She mews earnestly. She couldn't imagine just one being dangerous to a full-grown cat, but a kit... well, that's a different story altogether, isn't it?

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.
  
  

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[PLOVERHOP ★]

࿔*:･ﾟ༄　Ploverhop gives a lazy nod as Gentlestorm explains. Deathberries. It's not the most creative name, but it does its job. "Seems pretty simple to me! Don't touch the berries that literally look like blood, gotcha," they chirp, eyes fixed on the little berries. They didn't have any plants to start eating random berries, but the warning is worthwhile nonetheless.

A snort is given to Poopyfoot's comment, followed by a side-eyed glance at Redflower. Amusement colors the shit-eating grin the warrior wears, though there is something wary creeping in at the edges. "How many? Why, you planning something over there, Redflower?" It's lighthearted, teasing. They give a soft laugh, mirth twinkling in sunlit eyes, and quash down the uneasiness the question brings. It's just a safety concern, they know. Not a bad thing to ask at all... They've just been on edge lately.

‎‎┌── PUT DOWN YOUR SWORD AND CROWN ༊ COME LAY WITH ME ON THE GROUND ──┐‎

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  PLOVERHOP ༊ they / them, warrior of thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ➳ a large, black-striped lilac cat with vivid golden-orange eyes.
  ➳ bright and bouncy with a penchant for mischief. rarely seen without a smile.
  ➳ npc x npc; former kittypet.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Oh, it was quite the honour to have the opportunity to learn from Gentlestorm himself! Thundergleam's eyes brightened with enthusiasm, thrill brewing there- she swept in with the throng, a sylph shaded next to her Clanmates who could brave the dappling sunlight. Gentlestorm's words were heeded with swivelled ears, crimson pupils attentively swollen. Deathberries... yes, it was certainly a sinister title. And they were dressed the colour of ichor itself. An ominous air hung around them ... it felt like an omen that they were here, facing them. But she would trust a curse in no paws but Gentlestorm's, for he knew how to navigate them.

Poppyfoot's wit wrinkled a porcelain muzzle in amusement. "Ah, he would be out of a job if so ♪" Thundergleam sang, her own humour run through her voice like blood through veins. Redflower's words then earned a flick of her ear- it was Ploverhop whose words she followed.

"Nonsense," she flicked her tail toward him, tone star-light. "It would be much kinder to rip out the throat. Easier, too, than slipping poison, I should think." Mirth filled her tone despite the words, melodic with her smile. A dark topic, surely ... but no Thunderclanner would be plotting murder, especially not by such a cruel method! She blinked innocently back over to Gentlestorm, unbothered by the morbid depths that they had delved into so quickly.​

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird rounds up her brood at gentlestorm's waved paw, ushered them to sit amongst the front as her friend spoke a grave lesson. the small berries he had paraded looked harmless on the branch, to think that they had the power to kill was almost laughable, but the medicine cat had no reason to lie for this.

she prods a kit who's attention wanders roughly with her paw, a serious look in her eye. they had all been warned away from the den, but it wouldn't surprise her in the least if she were to find black or tabby banded tails disappeared past the lichen. the queen swallows stiffly, she cannot imagine poison was an easy death.she thinks of stormkit and sightless auburn eyes, unwittingly consuming one. the image of ignorant kitten teeth chomping into one of the red berries, choking it down and gasping for breath that would never come again.

thundergleam was right, and nightbird cannot help but wonder what purpose something like this served within thunderclan's walls, but she does not publicly question her friend. "remember his words," she mutters, a serious edge to her voice. once she was sure each kitten had enough time to commit the sight to memory, she releases them to return to play. "go on, now."

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 34 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[DEERPAW.]

Deerpaw has found himself joining the group of cats, listening in on Gentlesorm's lesson on little red berries called: deathberries. Deathberries? Quite a very sinister title. Settling near but not far from the group, leaning forward to peer at the bright red berries in front of the Medicine Cat's large paws. He quirks a brow at harmless - looking spheres. He morbidly wonders... were they sour? Sweet? Did they have any flavor or were they just bland when killing a cat? Was- Was that a weird thought? Should he ask Gentlestorm on the matter of flavor? ...Hmm, nope.

A warning was helpful at least. The tortie wouldn't be caught dead eating those things. But, he is curious... He really shouldn't try getting a flavor out of these deathberry things. Large feathered ears twitch at the voice of Poppyfoot speaking up on 'life-berries'. Is there such a thing? Maybe...? He lets his nose wrinkle up in distaste at Redflower's question, cringing away from the... warrior. Why would she want to know? Uneasiness squirms in his insides, as he judges his... clanmate. Wringling his plumy tail with a paw, an ear flicks to the voice of Thundergleam. Oh, the weird one.

"I a-agree. R-ripping the throat out i-is better than–" He speaks up, voice wavering while stumbling over his words. Nodding his head slightly, in agreement with Thundergleam. Forepaws dig into the ground below, as he flicks his gaze at anywhere else. His ears flattened against his dark skull, before speaking up softly. "Er- Poison."

A NERVOUS CREATURE ᯓ★ BLACK GOAT'S EGG

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• no ref yet
• ( i can't handle it… ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like fresh caramelized apples & faint damp earth musk
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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