private HIS HEART SANK, HE WAS BREATHLESS ༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOPEPAW

[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — His den is empty after all his clanmates had recovered underneath his care but he knows of the few that linger and can feel the way that her eyes do not seem to leave his own, Gentlestorm cannot blame her for the concern that she has for him considering that she and Coalpaw along with Orangepaw had been there to see Skyclaw tear into someone as holy as him without much of a care. It had been unfair to the three of them but a part of him is glad that they hadn't witnessed Darkthistle's attack on him and how he could've bled enough to fill the river scarlet had it not been for Doepath being there to save him from teetering on the border between dead or living. The scars of both those that had attacked him ruined his once soft appearance and they had changed him for worse, he tenses at the sound of approaching pawsteps and oftentimes startles from the sound of his own paws crushing leaves on the forest floor or breaking twigs in half while not paying attention. He snarls or bares his teeth like some hostile wolven-like creature if he's approached too quickly without him realizing whose there first, he hates every bit of it... He doesn't feel like himself but he begrudingly accepts what he's become knowing that it would take time to heal these wounds even if scars part his plush fur.

A shaky breath slips from his jaws only to lift his paw motioning for Hopepaw to enter his den and offers her a wry smile, he pats the spot near him for her to sit and glances towards the shelf that holds his herbs that he's currently reorganizing for the fourth time that day. It's an awful habit of his but nobody really ever saw him do this except for Dawnglare who liked to complain about Gentlestorm making too much noise within the night, he doesn't dwell on the chocolate tomcat as he focuses onto his niece instead as he glances towards the marigold and cobwebs remembering that Hopepaw had been quick to act on treating his wounds after Skyclaw had attacked him. "How... much do you know about marigold... and cobwebs?" It's a simple inquiry but he wishes to see how much she knew and if she hungered to know more than just bandages and healing poultice that made sure infection didn't spread.

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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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Hopepaw has begrudgingly made herself a nest in the apprentices’ den, right beside Coalpaw and as far from the den’s entrance as possible. She doesn’t like it, though—it’s too far away from where Roeflame and Gentlestorm sleep, and even though Skyclaw and his followers are gone she still can’t shake the fear that one of them could be attacked while she isn’t there to help defend them. As she thinks of it, the girl is seized with paranoia all over again. She has to look, to just… check in on Gentlestorm.

As she approaches the threshold into the medicine den, she scuffs a paw across the ground. She would love to say that it’s a purposeful motion, meant to make noise and alert Gentlestorm to her presence so she doesn’t startle him. In reality, it’s just because she’s hit another growth spurt recently and can’t quite get her big paws and overly-long legs to cooperate. Her uncle gestures with a paw, invites her in, and for a moment he looks at ease. Hopepaw steps closer to the fluffy tom, copper eyes meeting his own. Surely the plants don’t need organized again, she wants to comment, but holds her tongue. He doesn’t really need to do it so many times, she’s come to learn; if it helps him to keep his paws busy and his mind quiet, then she won’t point out how unnecessary it is. Instead she moves to sit beside her uncle, content to sit in silence and watch him rummage through plants. Maybe she can make note of where things go, so next time she has to dig through the stacks in a panic, she can at least help to reorganize them.

He asks her a question, and it catches her off guard. Is he testing her? "I know… cobwebs stop bleeding, don’t they?" She’s spent long enough in her uncle’s den to know that cobwebs are often pressed against wounds, at least. Maybe they don’t actually stop the bleeding, though—she isn’t sure, but she’s already said it so she can’t exactly take it back. So she ignores the nagging feeling of guilt (because if she doesn’t know something as simple as cobweb does, then how can she possibly help Gentlestorm if he ever needs her again?) and presses on to the other thing he’d asked about. Marigold. It’s a plant—a flower, she knows that much. She’s seen the medicine cat use it before a few times, but she’s never asked why.

Before Skyclaw, there hadn’t been any reason for Hopepaw to know anything more than surface-level knowledge about her uncle’s job. She’d thought, well, he would always be around to help everyone when they got hurt or sick—but she hadn’t considered what would happen if Gentlestorm got hurt or sick. Maybe if she had, then she and Orangepaw and Coalpaw would have been able to help him more, and he wouldn’t have so many of those scars all over his body. It’s too late to change that now, she supposes, but at least she can try to learn something so she can help in the future, if needed. "And you chew up marigold and put it… on things. I don’t know why." Her muzzle twists itself into a frown as she finishes her poor explanation, but her ears shift forward in order to listen to whatever response may follow from the older tom.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — He pauses his movements briefly to take in Hopepaw's appearance noting how much she has grown from the small mewling kitten he had once held in his jaws as he asked Roeflame to nurse the kittens of his late best friend. The memory alone takes hold of his heart and makes it ache within his chest as their eyes meet, without much thought does he utter in a soft voice "You've... grown so much... I remember when... you were much... smaller..." When times had been a little simpler even if the loss of Leopardtongue had stung an awful lot and he mourns her sacrifice to this day, a ghost of her lingers near Braveheart who takes a lot more after her than any of their other kittens and Hopepaw doesn't resemble either of them in fur but he sees both of them in his niece the further that she grows and learns to become a warrior. "Perhaps... smaller than my own paw..." He murmurs to her as he glances down at one of his large paws and uses one to sift carefully through the marigold that had been brought to him by Sunshinespot, there's more he wishes that he could say but the words are at the tip of his tongue and he knows that if he dares utter them... That there would be no way to take them back and Starclan would cast him out.

There's reason for the codes put in place but he still doesn't like some of them and feels as if he's robbed of such things when the other medicine cats had gotten to experience themselves. A sigh draws itself from his jaws deciding to silence his thoughts on the medicine cat code and instead focuses on the words being uttered by lilac molly as she answers what cobwebs do. He gives his silent approval with a nod of his helm and parts his jaws to speak "Yes... they help stop or slow down bleeding... they can help holding poultices in place... and... used to bind broken bones..." It's a lot to remember but he manages to do well enough or relies on his instinct in the situation, his whiskers twitch in amusement when Hopepaw gives her answer for marigold and pharses it as 'putting it on things'. "Yes... if things... are clanmates... it's to stop infection..."

His helm tilts to the side as he motions to the shelf where his herbs are stored and asks "Is anything else here... familiar to you... ?" Surely, poppy seeds or dandelion but he doesn't know so he'd simply need to hear her reply.

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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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The weight of dark brown eyes on her is familiar, not prickling at her fur but merely passing over with the brush of a warm breeze. It feels wrong, to see him as the only fatherly figure in her life. Batwing still watches from the stars, she knows, but he is unreachable. He lives only in legacy, in the way that Braveheart is, well, brave. What must it feel like, to have known such a great protector and then to have lost him? Leopardtongue knew… and maybe that’s why she joined him as soon as she was able to. As soon as she’d delivered an unnamed, tiny Hopekit into the world, she’d left to be with him. Hopepaw will never know what it’s like to have a father, but maybe she’s one of the lucky ones, because she’ll never know what it’s like to lose her father. She does, however, know what it’s like to almost lose Gentlestorm.

She’s grown so much, the medicine cat says. It’s true, she’s a far cry from the little kit that had once wrestled with her littermates nearly every day. But it still feels impossible that she was ever so small—now, she would be lucky if she could fit into the nest she’d shared with her littermates when they were kits. "Smaller than your paw?" She tilts her head to stare down at the older tom’s paw, as though she could see her own tiny form curled up in its touch. "What about Coalpaw?" There are plenty more questions, of course; they all sit on her tongue, tacky like the blood of some prey animal. She doesn’t ask them.

The tom’s approval brightens her expression, brings a smile to her muzzle and a flare of pride to her chest. Cobwebs are used to do a lot of things, it seems, but they’re all over the place right now. It’s a good thing, too, since there was so much blood to stop the flow of after the final battle (and it feels strange, calling it final, as if ThunderClan won’t get into any more. As if Hopepaw won’t get into any more). Blinking, she commits it to memory. Cobwebs are simple, but can do a lot for an injured cat. Cobwebs could be the difference between bleeding out and living another day. And marigold… marigold is used to stop infections. She doesn’t know that much about how infections work, but she knows that they’re bad enough to kill a cat—that’s why Gentlestorm needs so much marigold.

He asks what else she recognizes, and the girl scans over the shelves for a moment. It’s nerve wracking, knowing that her uncle will correct her if she’s wrong, but at least he’s kind enough not to scold her for her ignorance. "Those," she says, recognition sparkling in copper eyes. She moves to step closer to the shelves of herbs, gaze locked onto the seeds—but she catches herself mid-step, looking back to Gentlestorm. He doesn’t like it when his herbs are messed with, and even though she doesn’t think he’ll get angry with her… she doesn’t want to risk it. The girl retreats back a step, settling onto her haunches once again. "The seeds. You always use them when you use that other one—the marigold." Marigold, she tells herself, jaw clenched. Marigold stops infections. She needs to remember that, bright petals and distinctly-shaped leaves. If any clanmate ever gets hurt in front of her again (and stars forbid, if Gentlestorm gets hurt again), at least she can help in some way.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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