private fray the strings 𖥔 gentlestorm

[Wormwatcher]

In no way was Wormwatcher staunchly against Mirestar's invasion upon Thunderclan, if he were he would not have kept his opinion so close to his chest. But still, he silently considered it to be a wholly absurd thing to do. A part of him wishes he'd spoken up, done more to demand the council reconsider their decision. Now he watches as his dear Ferndance lives in grief over Needledrift's death, supposedly hellbent on revenge. A part of him knows if he expressed his disapproval that within the sea of support it would do nothing but still, maybe if he did not stay back as a guard he could've done something. He reminds himself Needledrift died for this sliver of territory, this fact makes it easier for him to cross into it, not utilizing it would be a disservice to her. Wormwatcher was not sure what brought him to the stolen land specifically, all he knew is his head pounded and he needed to put some distance between himself and camp. The last thing he desires was a repeat of last time his head ached when he snapped at poor Buzzardpaw.

He trails along the extended border, hunched forward as he trudges through snow. Wormwatcher's fur prickles from agitation as he mutters nonsensically to himself, only when he is alone does he finally sort through his several grievances. "...Puddlepaw... not quiet enough..." He grumbles, spindly tail whipping wildly at his heels. He has to pause and press a black paw against his eye socket in an effort to ease the headache's pain; he doesn't want to waste Marbleleaf's time with an issue that will be better with time. Being alone is the best treatment.

Snow crunches behind him on the opposite side of the border. "It's not polite to sneak up on someone," he calls out as he drops his paw. In a fluid movement he whips around with his lips pulled up, but he falters as he is met with the sight of Gentlestorm. I didn't even hear him! He suppresses a flutter of panic that arises at the thought that he could have been attacked in his moment of vulnerability. The sepia tom is everything Wormwatcher is not; broad and powerful where Wormwatcher is gaunt and lanky, opposites in all ways physical. He respects this tom, and often admires him from afar at the Gatherings but even so he already has a sour taste in his mouth. The pain, the annoyance of toward his apprentice, the dissatisfaction he must deal with so often clouds any sense of rationality he has.

Gentlestorm is far too close to the border, he decides, it appears the tom could've been coming to intentionally cross over the border. If it were a better day maybe he would grit his teeth and nod a greeting, cordially remind him Shadowclan owns this territory now. "Back away from Shadowclan's territory," he growls, sauntering to the exact edge of the border. Wormwatcher's tongue swipes over his teeth as he glares at the medicine cat through narrowed eyes. "I don't care if there's some stupid herb you need on this side, put some distance between you and this border. Now."

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something lost and never seen ⋆⁺₊.𖥔 ݁☾⋆⁺𖥔₊.⋆ ──.✦ SOMETHING TAKES A PART OF ME

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  WORMWATCHER
  —— a tall, slender and angular 50% oriental shorthair black/blue chimera with low white with pale blue eyes.
  —— shadowclan warrior
  —— he/him ⋆ homosexual (closeted)
  —— 31 moons ⋆ ages every 10th

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[GENTLESTORM]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ It had been lumbering about quietly on its own without its apprentice by their side and the silver giant blends in against the snow as it tracks down anything, its not completely certain if it'll bring back prey or herbs just yet but the sound of grumbling that came from the sliver of territory stolen from them by Shadowclan is enough to draw it forward like a moth to a flame. A dark tabby tom seems to press a paw to his head as if to soothe a headache and Gentlestorm stands back to watch from where he hides within frosted foliage, it seems to pull at his pelt as he presses onward unable to stop the way that the snow crunches under his large paws. Wormwatcher speaks about how its not polite to sneak up on someone but the medicine cat doesn't care as his eyes narrow only for a paw to step tentatively near the border and his hackles rise to make himself seem much bigger than he already is.

There's a wild glint in his eyes but he tilts his helm to the side and rasps in a soft voice "How unkind... is that how you speak to all medicine cats? I am simply a healer..." He bleats innocently as a lamb despite the teeth that hide underneath his disguise that are ready to tear at any given moment, "I mean... you no harm... you're a seasoned warrior... I haven't lifted a claw in moons... nearly an entire cycle..." His ears perk forward to see how the other would react and if he would lower his defenses enough to allow him passage, he knows that there's marigold that grows in this area and he's familiar with which spots to harvest it from. The grizzly tom takes another tentative yet cautious step forward knowing that Thunderclan would take back their territory soon enough and they were simply being kind in letting Shadowclan temporarily use it, his whiskers twitch still keeping his earthy toned gaze on the dark warrior.

Hopefully, his pretty lies would work and there needn't be any bloodshed or Gentlestorm would leave a body in the snow to send a message to Shadowclan. They accused us of Applejaw's death... I'll give them a body. He thinks rather harshly despite the pseudo smile that continues to pull at his lips and continues with a small shake of his head and mumbles lightly to the other striped tom "There needn't be any bloodshed... I simply want... a herb or two and I'll return back to my home..." It's a warning of sorts if his tone is read into too much but he continues with his calm and collected mask despite the way he silently sizes up Wormwatcher. Much like Snakeblink, the grizzled medicine cat could likely overpower the other and leave him a few bites to remember him by.

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GENTLESTORMㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ㅤagab male (he/it)ㅤ/ㅤbisexual demiromantic, widowed by little wolf
✦ㅤ63 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 27th of the month
✦ㅤmedicine cat of thunderclan for 12 moons
✦ㅤfalling snow x raging stormㅤ/ㅤuncle to hopepaw, coalpaw, cardinalpaw, & braveheart
✦ㅤmentoring hopepawㅤ/ㅤmentored by berryheart
✦ㅤpenned by BossTaurusㅤ/ㅤmessage bosstaurus on discord for plots!
✦ "speech", thoughts, & attacking ; uses brute strength, strategizes before every fight, will tear/maim an enemy, and will end fights
a large, longhaired, and scruffy blue sepia tom littered with several scars, tattered ears, blinded in an eye, and has a pair of earthy toned eyes w/low white