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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — The snowy tom walks through the powder white that's on the ground and how it crunches underneath his paws makes his stomach twist, he beginning to hate leaf-bare more and more. A few snowflakes falling to land onto his coat and the warriors that follow him, Hailstorm huffs as mist leaves his jaws and for a moment, he isn't in the woodland of Thunderclan but up in the mountains where his paws cracked and bled from the jagged rocks embedded within the snow, the purple blooms growing despite the frigid cold, a steep cliffside, and dark caves... He blinks his eyes returning once more to the forest and a harsh breath slips from parted jaws, it doesn't take long for the trio to reach their neighbor's borders and he puts a paw out to the side to signal for Shiningsun and Leafhusk to stop so they wouldn't cross the scent marker knowing that there has already been issues with that before. Tufted ears would prick forward trying to listen if there was a patrol nearby, a frown present on his maw waiting idly, he wishes they would arrive quicker as this was urgent but they would not know of the sickness that had befallen Berryheart.

If there are other ears nearby, Hailstorm speaks out not wanting to waste another moment "Hello, I wish to see Dawnglare and Fireflypaw." There's a brief pause as he breathes trying not to think of the rattling coughs that belonged to his mentor, the sound of it echoes through his ears and he continues "It's urgent." His eyes show his worry and the emotion finally splits into his voice, both of his ears laying flat against his skull.

/ @SHININGSUN and @leafhusk are present but no need to wait :] ; @DAWNGLARE & @Fireflypaw

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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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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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[leafhusk]

the walk there was silent and awkward; with tension in the air as thick as the snow. leafhusk made sure to match the mini patrol’s pace, bounding after them while being aware of their surroundings. no predators so far, it appears that their bad luck ended with berryheart’s condition. she stops when she’s instructed, brushing her tail across the ground as she settles back. she’s never really seen another skyclan patrol so close to the border, anticipation prickles at the edge of her fur while she waits.

the anxiety pouring from hailstorm is almost contagious. leafhusk takes a breath and sits down, taking a relaxed posture to let the trio settle for a moment. “they’ll show up soon.” she mews gently, taking a quick glance at the healer. leafhusk isn’t that familiar with the two toms, but she does know that constant fretting about this won’t help.

ooc ☁️ info battle

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  base: StarlingaleBases​
  thoughts.
  "speech."
  
• LEAFHUSK 」warrior of thunderclan・36 ☾・she/her
  
  lh molly fawn point sepia w/ green eyes. lanky & agile frame. soft & neatly groomed fur.​
  ‣ backwritten ex-kittypet, joined during emberstar's reign. detailed info
  ‣ loyal to thunderclan・mentor to no one
  ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ permission to powerplay:
  
  - peaceful actions: healing, touching etc​
  - harmful actions: shoving, minor scrapes etc​
  
  all opinions ic
  ——— written by maxine ♡
  
• ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ easy difficulty・leafhusk skills are mainly in stealth & tracking she backs away if she knows an opponent will overpower her
  ‣ will start verbal fights・won't end fights・refuses to kill
  
  

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[SLATESNARL]

Slate can spot the imposing form of Hailstorm from a mile away, it seems. It’s been quite a long time since he’s last seen the ThunderClan tom, knowing him best as the cat who became mates with Little Wolf on the journey. He seemed decent enough, though they had their moments where they had disagreed with one another ( then again, who didn’t disagree with Slate at some point? ).

Therefore, the hulking Maine Coon isn’t on high alert, though he notices the anxiety radiating from Hailstorm himself. He requests the presence of SkyClan’s medicine cats.

He looks down at @Cherrypaw , and by now she should know that he's going to send her off to run his errands. Such was included in the job description for an apprentice, after all. Cherrypaw would have to learn to get used to being ordered around while living in SkyClan; even he was expected to constantly do the bidding of his superiors like Orangeblossom and Blazestar. "You heard him." The lead warrior grunts.

The lead warrior turns his attention back to Hailstorm and his companions now, giving a slight tilt of his blocky noggin, "ThunderClan havin' trouble?" Well, medicine trouble anyway? Once upon a time WindClan had not-so-politely stormed to their borders right in the midst of a blizzard and demanded herbs from them, resulting in a bloody battle. Thankfully ThunderClan was not WindClan; Dawnglare would probably be much more likely to assist them. However, Slate was curious as to what was wrong now. Could there be a resurgence of Yellowcough? A slight frown tugs at his lips at the very thought.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

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  ✰ SLATE
  —— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan; former rogue
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[Fireflyglow]

There is a bitterness inside of him that he doesn't quite understand as he arrives at the border to stand beside Slate, head raised high and facial expression neutral. A storm wages inside of him, crackling thunder and hard lightning as blind blue eyes stare at the ThunderClanners. His grandmother led this Clan, and yet with the news that Duskbird and Skyclaw were actually his biological siblings, he finds that it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I hope everything is alright." The deepened voice rumbles as he raises his eyes to look towards the direction of the ThunderClan medicine cat. Had something happened to his uncle? Surely things weren't bad enough that Hailstorm himself had to come and ask for help, right? With all of this snow, the trek couldn't have been easy. "How is my un- Berryheart?"​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 18 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[SHININGSUN]

☼ There was an air of urgency in the way he moved as he fell in beside Hailstorm during their swift trek to SkyClan's border. Shiningsun hoped that they could get what they needed in order to help Berryheart, and more than likely to aid those yet to fall sick. Every season sickness came, and every time it affected more than one.

The tom slowed to a stop upon seeing the signal given by Hailstorm as they neared the border and he stood in silence as they waited for a passing patrol to find them. Fortunately that didn't take long. Slate had sent for the cats they needed and he gave a polite dip of his head to show his appreciation. If only ThunderClan wasn't in the heart of trouble, but it was what it was.

When Fireflypaw arrived his ears pricked up with interest and he straightened up his posture as a sign of respect for the other. Though when the medicine cat apprentice inquired about Berryheart his expression conveyed the dire weight of the situation. "We're actually here because of Berryheart. He needs help." Before he could divulge any further information he stopped himself and looked to Hailstorm, especially since he knew that he could explain the matter better.
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[DAWNGLARE]

It is not every day that another clan comes simpering to their border— having business with him, rather than the oh - so - glorious Blazestar. Were these the lengths they were forced to come to, with Sootstar's outrageous laws in place? He does not quite expect anything urgent— anything that, perhaps, would not have otherwise been brought to him beneath the half moon. Upon Cherrypaw's recruitment, Dawnglare comes to toe the border with his apprentice on his heels, blue eyes narrowing against the whipping leaf - bare winds. It ought to be important really, to warrant such a thing. Better yet, perhaps ThunderClan could've been ushered to their camp instead to save the two of them a trip. Of course, wild cats found the upholding of borders more important... The medicine cat stifles an irritated huff.

And it takes a moment to even decipher who he is seeing before him. The overgrown grey coat rings no bells, really. No, none at all. Neither does the tawny one, or the golden one— poor mimicry of Blazestar's line of blood, he thinks. His face is shrewd, when he looks to visitors. He hasn't a clue who this is. " What is it? " he's to the point quickly, tail flicking restlessly behind him.

Fireflypaw— rather pointlessly, in his opinion— asks about the wellness of ThunderClan's Medicine Cat. Berryheart. The one that he did not mind... His question yields results that are of interest though, somewhat. because of Berryheart. Help,, the golden one insists. " Hm? " Dawnglare's frown dips deeper. " Elaborate. "

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 1.1.24. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — At Leafhusk's gentle mew does he offer a small smile though he still can't stamp out the bundle of nerves that are bothering him, his gaze catches onto the dark pelt of Slate who sticks out like a sore thumb against the snow and a part of him is relieved that he's willing to send his apprentice to retrieve both of the medicine cats. His eyes focused on Cherrypaw for a heartbeat then shifted his attention away and he's silently glad that the molly had healed well from her injuries, he's certain that above in Silverpelt that she's happy as well. At the Maine Coon's inquiry about Thunderclan having trouble, he parts his jaws to answer him "Yes. Specifically one cat that's in dire need," He stops speaking when Fireflypaw arrives asking the wellbeing of Berryheart and he can't help the uneasy twisting of his stomach, Hailstorm had been prepared to answer but Shiningsun had spoken up before him and looked to him once more to give the bad news.

Dawnglare arrives at last and it dawns on the giant tom that they weren't familiar with one another at all, he can only blame those greedy moor rats for disrupting the medicine cat gatherings and how they claimed Highstones for themselves. He sighs quietly then parts his jaws to speak "Berryheart has fallen ill with greencough." Both of his ears pricked forward as his gaze settles onto both of the medics "I'm here to ask for catmint, if you're willing to spare it for my mentor. Please... I would appreciate it and I'm certain Thunderclan would as well." He dips his head respectfully only to lift it up once more awaiting to see what their answer would be, he realizes that either of the toms would need to return to camp to fetch said herb if they even accepted to help him. It would've been a lot simpler if Hailstorm could make it to their camp but he still respected the borders despite how dimwitted it seemed in such a dire situation.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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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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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Cherryblossom]

For once, Cherry is keen enough to be sent off as well. Hailstorm seems to take up enough space to mask the leaf-eyed molly and a sun-striped tabby both behind him. He looms statuesque before her, grizzled and grooved like exposed marble, shadowed in odd thick lines by the pines before him. The last vivid memory of the tom was one of him bent over Little Wolf's body, nose buried into the cool red of her flank. He had nearly glowed in the unfettered sunset. "Right," is all she manages, and with a dip of her head she flees to find their medicine cats.

She returns in what seems to be far too little time. Dawnglare is large enough to partially shield her from Hailstorm's weary stare, but on a whim she decides not to spare him her presence. He seems to be too busy answering their medicine cat's demands for his appearance anyway. Her head cocks imperceptibly at the mention of greencough, and her pupils flit towards Dawnglare. They had just escaped the clutches of yellowcough. Hailstorm's lover had died for it (and for her, she is reminded).

Unease stiffens her back and lifts her chin just barely higher. It had not been a ThunderClanner that had saved her. It had only been Little Wolf, and if their medicine cats did not want to let sickness linger further on their borders, she would be sympathetic to only them.​

 

[DAWNGLARE]

Greencough, ancient enemy. Always rearing it's ugly little head, come Leaf - bare... His face crinkles into a grimace at once, upon its mention. SkyClan so far, has been able to avoid its grip. A deserved blessing, he thinks, after the forest has been released from the grips of Yellowcough. How unkindly, that ThunderClan has not been granted the same pardon.

It gives him pause. For my mentor. Wasn't his apprentice some... scrappy little thing? Not this rugged beast. " Mentor? Wasn't—? Weren't...? " he tilts his head, questions unable to fully form on his tongue, butt being held within his eyes, instead; appraising the stranger at his border with a narrowed gaze.

Well... he supposes it did not matter who was bringing it to him. This was about Berryheart after all. Dawnglare pushes away any questions with a puff of breath. " ...Berryheart has done me no wrong. We have some to spare, " he tells him. And not a small amount, no. In his paranoia, he had gathered a small stock before Leaf - bare had rolled around... He turns to his apprentice, lingering on an order. But ah, what if he could not handle the thing, withered as the herbs may be, now. What if he's lost the scent, unable to hold any image without his eyes, and... " ...You did say Greencough, did you not? " Not whitecough, it's lesser, non - lethal brethren.

He makes the decision, then. " I will fetch it for you. " His hatred of sickness has managed to win over his hatred of cold. Briskly, he turns to make snow tracks to camp, perhaps a little extra urgency in his step.

He'd return with two doses of catmint bundled in an oak leaf; wet in an effort to preserve them from Leaf - fall. It should still serve Berryheart well... Wearily, he would place the bundle at the ThunderClan tom's paws. " Treat these delicately, " he instructs.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 1.1.24. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — His ear flicks at Dawnglare's reaction to learning about him being Berryheart's new protege would've been rather amusing if Hailstorm hadn't been in a rush, he supposes that the tom doesn't pay much attention to the usual talking of the leaders or maybe he wasn't present, he cannot remember. He wishes he could explain but there wasn't time to speak, at least, not now. "It's a bit of a long story." The snowy tom decides to offer instead only to hold his breath for a heartbeat until the medicine cat mentions how they have some catmint to spare and asks once more if it was greencough nothing lesser than it, Hailstorm nods "Yes... It's greencough." His paws shuffle in the snow listening to it crunch underneath him, Dawnglare offers to go get it for him and he nods gratefully in his direction. The widow allows himself to breathe sparing a glance to both of the warriors that accompanied him to Skyclan offering them a curt nod of his helm and a smile then turned to the Skyclanners present, his brown gaze settling onto Cherrypaw for a heartbeat or two "I'm glad that you've healed well." He finally utters to her... Where one would expect anger or resent there is only forgiveness in the snowy giant's eyes.

His attention turns to Dawnglare when he arrives, Hailstorm can feel as if a weight was removed from his chest but only partially seeing as he still needed to return back to Thunderclan. "Thank you," He dips his head once more respectfully "I hope to return the favor one day." Without another word, the sepia tom picks up the bundle motioning for both warriors to follow him and begins to disappear amongst the snow with only brief glimpses of him passing the bark of trees that made up his home.

/ out :]

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SHININGSUN]

☼ Relief washed over Shiningsun as it was agreed that they would be spared some of the precious supply of catmint. With luck it would be enough to help Berryheart to recover from the dreaded ailment that plagued him. Everything was going to be alright, right? The warrior wore a warm smile of appreciation as he bowed his head to SkyClan cats, offering his gratitude for their assistance. With luck they could one day return the favour in some way. "Thank you!" He purred before he turned to follow Hailstorm as the trek home began. With luck they would avoid any trouble from foxes, owls, and such like.
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[leafhusk]

leafhusk says silent for the rest of the exchange. she doesn’t see a reason to speak up any further— her presence was out of safety. it was alright to zone out for a few minutes while the medics discussed what to do. soon enough, hailstorm acquired the catmint and it was time to go. before following after the patrol, leafhusk gave the skyclan patrol a dip of her head in appreciation. she pads away, stepping in spots already flattened.

ooc ☁️ info battle

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  out<3
  
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  base: StarlingaleBases​
  thoughts.
  "speech."
  
• LEAFHUSK 」warrior of thunderclan・36 ☾・she/her
  
  lh molly fawn point sepia w/ green eyes. lanky & agile frame. soft & neatly groomed fur.​
  ‣ backwritten ex-kittypet, joined during emberstar's reign. detailed info
  ‣ loyal to thunderclan・mentor to no one
  ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ permission to powerplay:
  
  - peaceful actions: healing, touching etc​
  - harmful actions: shoving, minor scrapes etc​
  
  all opinions ic
  ——— written by maxine ♡
  
• ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ easy difficulty・leafhusk skills are mainly in stealth & tracking she backs away if she knows an opponent will overpower her
  ‣ will start verbal fights・won't end fights・refuses to kill
  
  

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