- Jun 22, 2023
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'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Snowy paws would pad along the lush foliage of newleaf and the giant healer had pleaded to go search for Batwing's corpse, in case, there had been a slim chance of his best friend having washed up to shore and maybe an even slimmer chance that he's alive. Gentlestorm's hopeful enough that he doesn't spare a single glance to any of the younger warriors walking behind him and his dark gaze scans the river near their home, he prays silently to Starclan that the lead warrior had somehow managed to get out of this alive yet... It's childish hopefulness. His steps are slightly clumsy with exhaustion though he trods on not wanting to return to Thunderclan emptypawed especially if it meant having to see how distraught Leopardtongue is, he doesn't want to fail her or her kittens.
"Alright, we're going to split up to cover more ground and see if we can find him." The healer says finally turning to the warriors that had joined him on the patrol, "But in pairs to be safe... Skyclaw and Palefire. Freckleflame with me," There was no way they'd know if the all the wolves had all died, he didn't want to lose anyone else to the gray beasts so it's best to stay safe and cautious. He gives them a curt nod beginning to part from the other two to see if he'd find Batwing along the shoreline between Sunningrocks and the Sandy Ravine, his ears pricked forward as he stays vigilant and high alert of their surroundings. The faint smell of iron wafting in the newleaf air, he can feel his throat tightening in the slightest as he draws closer until the scent becomes stronger to the point where it makes his insides twist.
Gentlestorm comes to a stop seeing a broken body splayed on rocks and if he hadn't paying attention he would've nearly missed the body of the fallen lead warrior, he feels his throat tightening as he bites down a pained cry. He wants to cry out, wants to scream until his ears rang... but his jaws stay shut as he approaches carefully feeling the familiar sting of tears in his eyes and he feels grateful that they had found his body yet he finds himself mute unable to alert the others on the patrol of his find. Instead, Gentlestorm manages to pull the stilled and cold body of Batwing to dry land away from the rocks then stares at his broken body with disbelief "Oh Batwing..." He manages to heave out from his jaws soon pressing his nose to the shoulder of the tomcat and shut his eyes tight, his body shaking slightly with silent sobs.
"Thank you, friend... I'll see you soon," Gentlestorm whispers using one of his limbs to pull the drenched body of the lead warrior closer as if his own warmth would seep the life back into his dear friend and he closes his eyes with a shaky breath. There would be a proper vigil and burial for Batwing even if the large healer had not imagined it so soon but later in life when they were older and a paw in the elders den not this. Never this. The rest of the patrol would find their medicine cat's body holding the fallen lead warrior in an embrace, a final goodbye.
/ @FRECKLEFLAME @PALEFIRE @skyclaw
"Alright, we're going to split up to cover more ground and see if we can find him." The healer says finally turning to the warriors that had joined him on the patrol, "But in pairs to be safe... Skyclaw and Palefire. Freckleflame with me," There was no way they'd know if the all the wolves had all died, he didn't want to lose anyone else to the gray beasts so it's best to stay safe and cautious. He gives them a curt nod beginning to part from the other two to see if he'd find Batwing along the shoreline between Sunningrocks and the Sandy Ravine, his ears pricked forward as he stays vigilant and high alert of their surroundings. The faint smell of iron wafting in the newleaf air, he can feel his throat tightening in the slightest as he draws closer until the scent becomes stronger to the point where it makes his insides twist.
Gentlestorm comes to a stop seeing a broken body splayed on rocks and if he hadn't paying attention he would've nearly missed the body of the fallen lead warrior, he feels his throat tightening as he bites down a pained cry. He wants to cry out, wants to scream until his ears rang... but his jaws stay shut as he approaches carefully feeling the familiar sting of tears in his eyes and he feels grateful that they had found his body yet he finds himself mute unable to alert the others on the patrol of his find. Instead, Gentlestorm manages to pull the stilled and cold body of Batwing to dry land away from the rocks then stares at his broken body with disbelief "Oh Batwing..." He manages to heave out from his jaws soon pressing his nose to the shoulder of the tomcat and shut his eyes tight, his body shaking slightly with silent sobs.
"Thank you, friend... I'll see you soon," Gentlestorm whispers using one of his limbs to pull the drenched body of the lead warrior closer as if his own warmth would seep the life back into his dear friend and he closes his eyes with a shaky breath. There would be a proper vigil and burial for Batwing even if the large healer had not imagined it so soon but later in life when they were older and a paw in the elders den not this. Never this. The rest of the patrol would find their medicine cat's body holding the fallen lead warrior in an embrace, a final goodbye.
/ @FRECKLEFLAME @PALEFIRE @skyclaw
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MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
— ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
— ✿✿✿❀❀ INFECTIONS
— ✿✿✿❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
— ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
— ✿✿❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
— ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
— ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
— ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
— ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS -
✿ 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.
✿ 53 moons old; ages the 27th every month
✿ widowed mate oflittle wolf
✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
✿ peaceful powerplay allowed
