private GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY シ GENTLESTORM

[TIGERKIT]

She's got a thorn in her paw. From Nightbird's game, she got a thorn; and maybe she wouldn't have gotten the thorn if she'd been more careful, but she really really wanted to win. And though no one had tried to take the bone from her, how could she ever know what would've happened if she hadn't grabbed it so fast? Yeah, it was better to be safe than sorry... And Nightbird was probably proud of her, and Racoonstripe would probably be proud of her... Real proud. The thorn kinda makes her want to cry, but she woulda cried harder if she'd lost, she thinks.

" Gentlestorm...? " Tigerkit pokes her head into the Medicine Cat's den, ears flicking atop her head. She kinda wanted to talk to him anyways, so this is okay... She lifts a white paw toward him, presenting her problem. " I gotta thorn... Will you help me, please? " She doesn't dare say can, cause he was important, so she's sure that he could. What mattered was if he saw Tigerkit as worth helping... Or maybe the mark of being someone so important was helping whether they deserved your help or not. Tigerkit isn't sure... Her tail flickers anxiously behind her, as if afraid she would be sent away. " And- and can I talk to you? Can I ask you questions? "

OOC: @GENTLESTORM !!

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The sound of a small voice cause his ears to twitch and his whiskers twitch seeing a small head poke into his den, Gentlestorm's ears angle forward seeing that it's Tigerkit and he blinks his earthy toned eyes at her. She and Bayingkit take the same pelt as well as stripes from Raccoonstripe though they're different in where the white touches their forms, Tigerkit seems a lot more meek and odd considering all her hotheaded littermates but he doesn't linger on their differences for long. Instead, he focuses on what the black tabbied kittens want from him and she mentions a thorn, he can recall the last time that a kitten had lied about a thorn in their paw but she seems to be telling the truth when she presents a snowy paw and his eyes narrow at the sight of the thorn. A grunt leaves him as his helm tilts to the side trying to figure out the best way to relieve her of this small pain "Yes... I'll help you, dear..."

Despite the gruffness of his voice there's an ounce of softness to it, he pauses hearing her next question about if she could talk to him or ask him questions. He supposes there's no harm in small questions and whatever distracts her away from the pain of him removing the thorn from her small paw, Gentlestorm nods his answer only to speak "... You may..." After he says this, his focus turns to her ailment once more as he leans closer until the scruffy fur of his mouth and chin threaten to tickle the pads of her paw, "This'll hurt... for a second..." He warns her gently only to carefully use his teeth to get a hold of the thorn and carefully tug it out and once he succeeds in this task, he spits the thorn to the side only to pick it up with careful claws "How... did this get... in your paw?" He inquires with a thoughtful frown tugging at his lips.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[TIGERKIT]

She's glad he doesn't turn her away... Though maybe things would be more interesting if he did... Medicine Cats had to help everybody, right? So if she was turned away for some reason, it'd be a really big deal... Not like that'd be worth walking around with a thorn in her paw for such a long time, she guesses... Tigerkit braces herself with dark ears pulled back against her skull. She wants to shut her eyes- but she was gonna be real brave and keep them open... Or... or maybe just one. One was good, right? Her grey eye peeks warily at Gentlestorm, and she- she takes it good. She doesn't even say ow or anything, just winces as the thorn is tugged free... " Thank you, Gentlestorm, " she mews. Was she being a good patient for him?

Oh... he wants to know what happened. She turns her paw over, examining it with wide eyes. " Um... We were playing a game, Nightbird and me... I mean... " it wasn't a game just for her. Everyone had been there, really. " Nightbird and everyone, " she corrects. " And we had to find things. And I found a thing. And it was in a bramble wall, and um... I wasn't careful enough " She glimpses the Medicine Cat with a pout, hoping that he wouldn't scold her... " But I really wanted to win. And I- uh, did. " That's what matters, right?

Tigerkit carefully lowers her paw to the ground, doing an experimental press on the floor before fully putting her weight on it. It only stung a little bit... And she wouldn't show that little bit... Or maybe... did Medicine Cats want you to be brave, or want you to be sick? Being sick gave them more to do, didn't it? Her tail flickers behind her. " Do you like fixing cats, or does it make you sad? "​