I can't take no more || Gentlestorm

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Everything hurt, but her muzzle remained clamped shut as she padded into the Medicine Den. The smell of blood and herbs hung heavily in the air, and she couldn't help but cast a cautious glance towards where Wrathpaw slept. If she had it her way, she would have been the last to see Gentlestorm, however, after practically being pushed in here by her clanmates, she waited to see him. Her wounds were not bleeding heavily anymore, more of a trickle than anything, but they were heavily present. Now that she was away from all eyes, she shifted the weight off of her front right paw, letting out a sigh of relief as the pressure was eased.

"You look even worse my friend." she said quietly, shaking her head. Skyclaw had torn him apart not too long ago, and now his pelt was even more bloodstained and ragged. He looked as if he had fallen into a fox den. "Don't forget to rest yourself. The clan needs you." The red tabby winced as she lowered herself backwards into a sit. She could feel her fur growing wet again as the simple movement opened Skyclaw's claw marks. "You will stay behind tomorrow."

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc. @GENTLESTORM
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 36 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — After his own final battle and quick rest, Gentlestorm knew that his clanmates would recieve injuries during their fight back for their home and he isn't surprised to see the fiery pelt of Flamewhisker. His own whiskers twitch as she tells him that he looks even worse from what Skyclaw had done to him and a shaky breath leaves his maw "It... m... must be... Starclan... tes... ting... my..." He pauses to clear his throat and continues, "... durability as a medicine... cat... I suppose." It's a dry joke that slips out from his tongue and he ponders how much longer he would be able to endure attacks or shield those he loves from harms way, he knows he is growing worn and old... It would be a matter of time before he overused his luck and the stars would pluck him from his body to ascend to the stars. He nods at her mention of him needing rest as he stares at all of those injured and he frowns before answering in a hoarse rasp "I'll try... as you should... too..."

"You will stay behind tomorrow."

This is enough to make his bushy brows knit together as he snaps his attention towards her and blinks his copper eyes "And where... d... do you believe that... y... you'll be galavanting... off to?" Gentlestorm already knows the answer and reason to it but still it makes him frown further, Flamewhisker's truly Howlingstar's predecessor and seems to be just as stubborn. Unfortunately for her, he is just as stubborn if not more. "I... I... am go... ing with... you." The silvery tom declares leaving no room for argument, he's the healer and decides where his paws roam even if the red tabby's his leader... She is still his patient.

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

• ooc —

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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
  ✦ 58 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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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕And where...d...do you believe that...y...you'll be gallivanting...off to?

Her ear flicked at his question, but he already knew her answer. She could tell by the frown upon his maw, and his knitted brows. He could complain all he wanted to, but her mind was made up. It had been made up before she had ever called Thunderclan to battle. The fear that she would have died today had been ever present in her mind for weeks now. She needed to receive her nine lives soon, in case Skyclaw's followers tried to assassinate her. If Skyclaw had gotten nine lives, he would have ruled over Thunderclan for much longer than he had. Howlingstar had waited quite some time to go receive her lives...she hadn't gone until Silverlightning and the clan asked her to.

Ever stubborn, Gentlestorm declared that he would be traveling with her. The comment caused a huff of amusement to blow from her nose, but there was a familiar look on his face that made her uneasy. He wasn't joking. "I know the way." She began, but he already knew that. They had traveled together on the journey after all, back before his days as a Medicine Cat. She leaned forward, briefly touching her nose to his shoulder. "You really need to stay and rest...I will be just fine."

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc.
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 36 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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