give it a name and say ⁀➷ gentlestorm


ˏˋ*⁀➷ Being stuck in the medicine den isn't the worst fate, all things considered. There's a comfort to the quietude of it; it reminds her of her first timid moons in camp, hiding in the back of the den from the prying eyes of curious clan cats. Gentlestorm wasn't here then. It was Berryheart who had treated her, when the den smelled of little but sick. She doesn't remember him well.

She has avoided Gentlestorm when she can. Her visits to the den are brief, dropping off prey and nothing more. She is familiar, but not too familiar. She avoids his eyes as he treats her. "'S not that bad," the apprentice grumbles as a poultice is applied to its face. It shifts a bit, uncomfortable. It doesn't really understand how anything he's doing is supposed to help, nor why his brown eyes look so damned sad. Her voice is gruff as she continues, "Just some scratches." Not a big deal. Skyclaw had acted like it was for reasons beyond her (when they themself looked torn to shreds) but Fallowpaw's faced far worse.

  • @GENTLESTORM
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    "SPEECH"
  • FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
    a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
    standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
    baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
    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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.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.
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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — The former warrior remembers that he had left during the outbreak of yellowcough to get the cure that rested beyond Highstones and how Fallowpaw had been a new face for him when he had arrived, she had been under Berryheart's care before he had been selected to be his late friend's successor. She's become a bit of a familiar face whenever she dropped off prey especially when her littermates had joined Thunderclan due to an unfortunate event of their mother, Baying Hound, having injured two of Fallowpaw's siblings. Antlerpaw had been a lot more fortunate than Doepaw when it came to her sight yet with his care... The both of them had recovered swiftly. Antlerpaw has been learning well from Howlingstar and Doepaw had lost her mentor, the thought of Wolfwind truly being gone still stings as if it happened yesterday. The fawn-like molly has a new mentor assigned to her, Cobwebtail, one of Howlingstar's kits and he's certain that the warrior would pick up her training easily enough.

His main focus now is Fallowpaw who seems a lot more prickly than her littermates but he doesn't mind it, it's his duty to take care of those that needed his help despite how they may feel towards him. They would come first and always before anything else... It's what he has accepted since becoming a full medicine cat of Thunderclan and a soft breath slips out from his jaws, his copper gaze focused on her injuries, and there's a slight sadness behind the warm pools that are his eyes. "It's just some scratches now... You may not be as fortunate the next time," Gentlestorm states in a calm voice as he continues to apply poultice to her wounds and tilts his helm to the side, "Both you and Skyclaw were lucky enough that the Skyclan patrol hadn't done worse." His mind trails off thinking about Morningpaw and how she had died, a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth.

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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