private I LOVE TO GET HIGH ON MY LOWS ༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ COPPERFANG

[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The silvery tom feels exhausted after having returned from the trip to Highstones with the now former deputy and Orangepaw had been kind enough to redress his wounds after they had reopened from the journey itself. The medicine cat had slipped away from his den finding it to be too crowded with all the injured clanmates but he had suspected much when Skyclaw had refused to step away willingly from his pseudo throne. Gentlestorm aches at the memory of claws tearing through his fur and flesh not once but twice, he's worn down doubting that he would be able to take attacks like either of those again... It could very well kill him the next time and Doepath reminds him that he's the only medicine cat, he couldn't risk himself like that and leave Thunderclan without a healer. A soft sigh slips from his jaws as he rests near the entrance of his den and enjoying the cool breeze of leaf-fall that has arrived, he can't help but glance down at his fur grimacing at the stains of crimson that still taint his coat.

It makes a small part of him want to tear his coat out until there wasn't any velvet left on his body but he knows that there's an easy solution but with how his wounds had been redressed with cobwebs, well, he couldn't risk washing it off right now lest he wishes for an infection. Gentlestorm can feel his muscles loosening as his head bobs slightly with exhaustion at the sound of cricket song within the night yet the sound of approaching paws causes the tom to snap his attention over in the direction from where they came from and his fur prickles, he knows that Thunderclan's safe once more but silent what ifs sit in the back of his mind. The faint sound of wolfish growls rings in his ears but Gentlestorm doesn't realize that the noise is coming from deep in his throat as his ears lay flat against his skull, he almost expects Skyclaw or Darkthistle to spring out of the shadows and finish the damage they had dealt him... To kill him once and for all.

The exhaustion and pain makes him delusional but he settles down upon realizing who it is...

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
  ✦ 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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[COPPERFANG.]

copperfang is relieved when flamewhisker - no, flamestar - and gentlestorm return from their trip in one piece. with the journey aside and wounds addressed, perhaps a moment of peace would fall upon thunderclan again after everything that had occurred over the last few moons. that in itself was a wound, one left in all of them; one that couldn't be dressed, left to heal over on its own, surely leaving a scar in its wake. they were left with a lot of mourning to do, too - that much was certain. although the tabby tom didn't have any major injuries to speak of, he was left with a weariness that was difficult to shake, a slight rigidity that hadn't been there before.

he'd been worried for both cats when they had insisted upon going, but gentlestorm's injuries were severe, to say the least. if it were any other situation, he might've made a gentle comment trying to dissuade him from going, but in this case, there wasn't much to be done, and so all that he could do was approach the medicine cat afterwards to check on him, treading lightly in the darkness, the camp mostly silent except for the sound of crickets chirping idly and whispered conversation between their clanmates.

although his ears perk for a moment at the sound of growling, golden eyes widening just a little -- he quickly eases as gentlestorm does. he certainly doesn't blame him for his wariness, and he can only imagine how the other tom is feeling at the moment. the most he can hope for is that company might help him relax, even if just a little. the copper-furred tom sits nearby, but far enough to give the other cat some space. "you're still awake," he says gently - with only a tiny hint of surprise, "are you having trouble sleeping?" it's a place to start, anyway. he keeps his voice low.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎IT'LL HELP YOU : ̗̀➛ SOME SUNNY DAY ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• speech, thoughts, actions

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  ☼ SH chocolate ticked tabby tom w/amber eyes
  ☼ 51 moons; ages every 3rd, npc x npc
  ☼ cis male he/him; bisexual
  ☼ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted
  ☼ easy to befriend; will not start fights, will end fights
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The silvery tom watches as the warrior draws near but keeps his distance before settling down and notes outloud that the medicine cat's still awake, this is enough to make a small snort of amusement escape him. "I... c... could say t...the sa... same about... y... you..." Gentlestorms rasps in a hushed tone not wishing to draw anymore attention to himself than he already has and at the next question, he can't help but frown as he shake his head "I... I a...am... b... but... I... ca... can't... sle... ep... not... when... Wrathpaw's... inside... m... my den..." His bushy eyebrows knit together as his earthy eyes turn in the direction of the medicine den's entrance covered by the plants that drape over it, a part of him wishes to get up so that he may watch over the other so that the traitor didn't pull any stunts yet his body refuses to move due to how his muscles ached from his trip to Highstones and back. A frustrated growl slips from his throat only to focus onto Copperfang once more wondering why the other chose to seek him out over resting in his own nest to be ready for another day.

"I d... don't tru... st... that... b... boy..." The silvery tom admits to Copperfang as he relaxes completely and rests his head onto the cool ground of camp with a half-lidded gaze and tilt of his helm, "W... what tr... oubles... y... you?" The medicine cat doesn't even consider the possibility of his friend checking up on him and how he's doing, normally, Gentlestorm cares for everyone within the clan that hardly anyone blinks twice when it comes to him lest it be a select few clanmates. A soft breath slips from him before he uses a large paw to pat the ground next to him as he silently invites Copperfang to sit closer to him not wishing to use his voice in that moment, his ears angled forward as he awaits to hear what the other has to say. He closes his eyes for a heartbeat hating the way his voice sounds and how damaged he must seem or sound, he hates what Darkthistle has done to him and its enough to make his claws dig into the earth.

"I s... sound... and... l... ook... li... like... s... hit..." A quiet huff slips from his throat and he slowly opens his eyes once more despite how heavy his eyelids felt at that moment. He bites down on a yawn as if fighting any urge to sleep then and there, he doesn't wish to fall asleep just yet in fear that the blind traitor would rise from his nest and attack his other patients. He should've died. Gentlestorm thinks without much hesitation despite how wrong it might seem, the medicine cat could easily slip the blind tom a "herb" and Wrathpaw would take it without realizing what it truly is. He still has five deathberries left despite the ones that Darkthistle had destroyed and eaten thinking it would take away his pain, the silver tom pushes the morbid thoughts away trying to focus on Copperfang. "H... how... arrrr... are... you... f... feeling... af... ter... every... thing?" He decides to ask.

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

• ooc —

• 

  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
• 
  ✦ 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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[COPPERFANG.]

admittedly, the tension in the air is part of what's keeping him awake - it feels like he should be vigilant, not resting, even if things should be quiet now as leaf-fall approaches. the little hint of amusement from gentlestorm eases him just a little, though, and for a moment, he relaxes just a little. "i'll rest in time."

when gentlestorm pats the spot beside him, the tabby warrior doesn't hesitate to move into it, curling his tail neatly around his paws. "i am well enough," comes his response. he's certainly in better shape than some of the others, and he has that to be grateful for. besides that, his feelings are no different from the rest of their clanmates', so there's not much need to address them. the air of grief that still lingers around him says enough, anyway.

sitting closer allows him to lower his voice just a little more. for a few moments, his eyes drift around the camp before fixing on gentlestorm again. he tries not to let concern cloud his gaze, but it's hard not to let a little slip through - and the tension and weariness shows in his shoulders, whether he'd like it to or not. he can't blame gentlestorm for his wariness, of course, but it's not as though he can go without resting forever - especially not after everything that'd happened, plus the journey with flamestar. "if it would be of any use, i could keep eye on him while you get some rest," he offers carefully, though he's unable to stop the hint of distaste from slipping into his tone in his tiredness - not because his offer isn't in earnest, but because of the fact that it's wrathpaw in question, "even if only for a short while." the medicine den must be fairly crowded, and he'd be adding to it, but if gentlestorm wasn't allowed to or able to rest, no one would be leaving it, either.

maybe he should return the question, but first.. "if there's something that i can do to help, i'm glad to," he adds softly. he's not a medicine cat, of course, so he can't help in that regard, but he can offer his company and his words - even if gentlestorm doesn't take him up on his offer, at least it was given. "with anything."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎IT'LL HELP YOU : ̗̀➛ SOME SUNNY DAY ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• 
  
  ☼ SH chocolate ticked tabby tom w/amber eyes
  ☼ 51 moons; ages every 3rd, npc x npc
  ☼ cis male he/him; bisexual
  ☼ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted
  ☼ easy to befriend; will not start fights, will end fights
  

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