private GREET THE WORLD WITH OPEN ARMS ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. STARLINGHEART

[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — After he had discussed with Howlingstar and she had agreed to let him go, Gentlestorm goes to the border of Shadowclan on his own as his snowy dipped paws shuffle through the thick undergrowth of the lush forest that's his home. The blizzard pelted tom imagines that he and Little Wolf would've taken early morning walks to avoid the heat of the sun beating down on their backs or a stop by Sunningrocks to cool in the shallow water and splash around. He likely would've been splashed to the point where his plush coat clung to his sides horribly, how he would try to drag her in with him, and they'd dry themselves on the rocks before preening one another's pelts. The thought is blissful, perfect, and how he wishes for it to be real yet he knows that it can't be and what's done can't be undone. He's forced out of his daydreaming when he sees the Great Sycamore from the corner of his eye and the foul smell of the Thunderpath wafting into his pink nostrils.

His snout wrinkles in disgust as he draws closer noting the asphalt river that presented a way for monsters to tread upon but he remembers that Magpiepaw had died here and a monster had opened its jaws to let a twoleg slip out to grab them. It makes his body shudder at the memory, the way it makes his heart ache terribly in his chest, and he tries to focus on finding the bicolored molly. He spots movement on the other side and calls out "Hello over there! I'm here for Starlingheart," Gentlestorm pauses for a moment and adds on, "It's urgent. Please."

⡠﹞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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[Starlingheart]

Going out alone was always a risk, she knows that. But sometime's it is nice, the solitude. The quiet helps her recenter, helps her to think and to focus. Marigold for wounds she recites in her head as her lone eye sweeps the marshy landscape. Always did she need more herbs for treating wounds, it felt like.

Today, it would seem her searching had taken her closer than she would've liked to the thunderpath that bordered the similarly named clan. In her youth, she tried to avoid this place as best she could. Her eyes flicker to the tunnel that she remembers her clan taking shelter in. Not the last time, when the bears rampaged through their home but the first. When she was not yet Starlingheart medicine cat of ShadowClan, but Starlingkit, daughter to Briarstar. How quickly things had changed that day, how fast she had become an orphan....

She shrinks backwards, yanked from her thoughts by the rustling of undergrowth in the dense territory of their neighboring clan. Probably just patrol she tells herself, but regardless she finds herself stepping backwards so that she is concealed fully by the brush on her side of the border, crouching low so that she is concealed. Her marred eye throbs as if in memory of what not being too careful could feel like.

But the pale furred figure across the way is one that she recognizes instantly. At his call, her whiskers twitch in surprise. He was looking for her. "No-no need to send anyone to fetch me" she says, amusement lacing her words as she steps out into the open verge, wary of any passing monsters. "There is-is a tunnel not far from here that connects our two territories" she informs him, solitary eye flickering in the direction of it "Can we talk there? It is-is not safe to linger next to the Thunderpath I'm afraid" memories replay in her head of a monster swerving off the path, striking her apprentice where he stood and being in such close proximity to the blackened path made her nervous. Not so much for herself, but for her friend who stood across the way.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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