camp I LOVED TO TOY WITH FATE;; visitor

[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. The journey to the ThunderClan border had been made quick, the journey back had been made even quicker if possible. Gentlestorm had agreed to help Robinheart and so no time should be wasted. After he had returned to the border, bundle of herbs at his jaws, she had quickly turned around to jump back to the shore, motioning the best she could to show the ThunderClanner where to step on the rock path that led from one side of the water to the other so that he wouldn't get swept away by the river. By the time they had reached the camp she stopped to do the same, allowing Foxtail to go first so that Gentlestorm could have an example of where to place his paws before she motioned with her paw once more. "These ones shouldn't be as slippery since more cats cross these, I'll be right behind you and then we'll go through the reeds."

Something fluttered within her chest - fear, or something close to it, threatening to bubble to the surface - at the thought of someone coming within their camp. There was no guarantee the clan would know of Gentlestorm as not everyone paid attention to who the medicine cats were of the other clans, but what they would know is the smell of the forest, the smell of ThunderClan, and the sight of a potential enemy within their midst. So as the larger feline part through the reeds Moonbeam would make sure to do the same, pressed as close to the other as he would allow before motioning towards her den where Robinheart lie. That is where they would go, that is where they were both needed, and hopefully there wouldn't be too many questions along the way.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

• -- @FOXTAIL @GENTLESTORM
  this takes place immediately after this thread, which is still ongoing! Just needed to get this up tonight <33
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — He follows after Moonbeam and Foxtail unable to say much through the bundle of herbs but he silently worries that his leader or clanmates aren't too worried about him running off to another clan's territory. A part of him certain that he would perhaps recieve a few glares if not by his own clanmates then surely the Riverclanners that awaited him on the other side of the river, he steps on the stones carefully. Oh, how he wishes that he didn't have the herbs in the jaws so he could mention how this made him think of the bridge and the strong currents that they had to cross during the journey but he simply holds down on the ivy leaf more as he recalls Stormywing having gone for an unfortunate dive in the river. A slip of the paws... Maybe Howlingstar wouldn't chew out his ears too badly for helping Riverclan and a queen nonetheless, a mother that's still needed by her kittens.

He had stated moons ago to the pale molly that he'd help her if ever needed and the large tom wasn't someone to go back on his words, never, he kept it. He offers a quick nod of his head to show that he understands only to watch the lead warrior slip through the reeds first before the speckled tom pushes forward, the older tom pauses to gawk at the reeds and his eyes widen at the sight of them. A part of him wishing to push them with a large snowy dipped paw but he manages to focus and trails behind Moonbeam briefly soon catching up so that they're walking side by side. The sight of Riverclan camp making him how to breathe altogether as he takes in the sight of everything and how it's different from Thunderclan, he notices the dark pelt of someone who shoots a sharp wary glare in his direction but he brushes it off.

He's trespassing or rather an unwelcomed visitor... Gentlestorm sees Moonbeam pointing to the den where Robinheart is resting and he nods as he begins to makes his way toward it. The mass of fur hopes that he doesn't make the queen uncomfortable with his presence and his scent that reeks of the oak forest where he lives.

⡠﹞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
• 
  ✿ 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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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- In her young life, Pinekit has already seen her home be polluted with all sorts of strange things, sharp metallic thorns, buckets half-full with gutted fish, the traveling two-leg den that had bobbed down the river… she had watched a queen be run down by a beast. Yet, the thing that slips right into her camp earns an audible gasp from Pinekit from where she sits near the fresh-kill pile. It-he- was a cat, like her, but he was ginormous, his scent pushed a sap-laden breeze her way. A foreigner, just waltzing into her camp!
The tiny tortoiseshell springs to her paws, jaw still parted in shock as her head swivels to gauge the reaction of her clanmates. When the massive stranger begins lumbering towards Moonbeams den, Pinekit knows she has to stop him. “Hey!” The molly snaps, giving an incredulous look to her medicine cat. “Aint’cha gonna stop him?” She is exasperated, truly. How many foreigners were we gonna keep lettin’ traipse through our camp walls? Pinekit can’t help the grumpy thought, her words echoed behind squinting auburn hues in her mothers voice.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[nutmeg]

There was much to Clan life that Nutmeg could have never expected. Everyone had their own roles to fulfill - the medicine cats, the warriors, the elders. She had yet to memorize each name and each ranking, and who belonged to what - and already, she began to learn that there were other Clans, too. Five total, to be precise. How do they keep everything so.. organized?

The arrival of ThunderClan's medicine cat is met with a curious look from Nutmeg. She'd gotten used to RiverClan's scent, so his stood out particularly - oaks and wildflowers, mostly, but strongly overweighed by the same scent of herbs that Moonbeam always carried.

Pinekit seems just as curious, though in a more territorial manner, of which she cannot blame. "Ah - he is with Moonbeam, so he must be here for a reason," she muses, both towards the kitten and to calm her own skepticism. She'd inquire but, he seems in quite a hurry as he rushes towards Moonbeam's den. Perhaps, for Robinheart.. she hopes that, whatever it is, he will be able to help.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  NUTMEG ━━ penned by ixora
  ━━ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR, FORMER KITTYPET
  ━━ 26 MOONS,, ages every 16th
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by none
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | nutmeg is healthy.​
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• speech is #d1a261​

 

[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Crabkit hasn’t ever felt scared to be in the same camp he was born and has grown up in, but lately there seems to be nothing good happening within the bounds of their little island home. Great beasts with snapping, snarling jaws have hurt cats right here in camp—and a spiky twoleg claw hurt his sister, too! And some of their clanmates disappeared, and then when they came back they also had a bunch of strangers with them, and now the strangers are staying here… and… and…

Crabkit is afraid. He doesn’t like all the new, scary cats he doesn’t know. But usually the warriors also don’t like new, scary cats in camp. This time, though, Moonbeam doesn’t even look like she notices the big stranger following behind her! "Hey.. HEY!" He echoes his sister’s shout, trying to stand beside Pinekit. One of the other intruders speaks up, though, and says that the big cat is here with Moonbeam, which sounds ridiculous. Why would Moonbeam bring someone here? What if this strange-smelling cat hurts them? "How do you know that?" He questions, his voice high-pitched with concern. His words aren’t meant rudely, but fear winds its way through saffron-striped limbs, icy and biting. "You aren’t even a RiverClanner!"

˚𓆛˚｡ the river will take me

• ooc: —
• 
  CRABKIT ❯❯ he/him, kit of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragkit & pinekit
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[Shimmerkit.]

The yells of her nursery companions draw Shimmerkit out. The little blue and white tabby bounds out to see what's going on and what hass caused all the yelling. "What's going on? What's going on?" Shimmerkit demands to know, looking at her fellow kits to gauge a reaction. It is only then that Shimmerkit spots the unfamiliar longhaired tom.

Pinekit and Crabkit seem to think he's a threat but Shimmerkit is a little less eager to judge. Given that he was calmly following behind Moonbeam he couldn't be a threat right? "Who do you think he is?" Shimmerkit asks out loud. "Is he another one of those kittypets?"​

 

[iciclefang]

StarClan, who are we letting into our camp next? Should we invite all of SkyClan to come room with us, too? A dappled, muscular shape detaches from the reeds and comes to stand near the entrance to camp. Iciclefang looms behind her children, blue eyes glass shards embedded in her sharp cheekbones. "Gentlestorm." Her voice is cool, cordial, but there is no friendliness in it. She all but ignores the kittypet who'd spoken to the kits, but to Shimmerkit, Pinekit, and Crabkit, she murmurs, "This is ThunderClan's medicine cat."

The lead warrior turns to look at Moonbeam, who follows the ThunderClan tom into camp with a skip in her step, a smile on her face. "I suppose there is a very good reason there's a ThunderClan cat in our camp?" Her tone is respectful, but it would be hard to miss the frost edging her words.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 24 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.Questions, so many questions. She knew there would be a lot whether it be from the young or the old, the clanborn or the new, there were few cats that had known about the plan until it happened as it had been last second and with the dire stakes there had been no time to sit and explain what was happening to make sure everyone understood before she left. She watched with relief as the ThunderClanner moved towards the medicine den, her eyes following him just for a moment before her attention shifted towards the nursery where many of the voices she heard came from.

For just a moment she thought to ignore them, a small fleeting moment as she wanted to follow her fellow medicine cat into a den unknown to him so that she may watch and learn instead of listening to cats talk about intruders. Then there was a moment of wanting to answer things quickly, simply, that he was there for a reason and she would share later but the sound of Iciclestorm's voice speaking the medicine cat's name out loud caught her attention. "I'll be sure he's in and out." She'd respond as she depart from the larger tom's side, moving to the small crowd of cats before she'd speak to them all. "He's here for a reason yes, to help heal Robinheart." There was no point in lying to her clan, trust had to be earned and she knew that lying so quickly after bringing in a ThunderClanner of all cats surely wouldn't help that with some of the cats that reside in the camp.

"I asked for help and he asked for nothing in return, as though I wish I did I don't know everything." It was soft those words, not upset or somehow accusatory in any way simply the truth and one she did not wish to hide from her clan. "So until I learn all I need to know one way or another I'll need help." If that was satisfactory to those around her she'd move back towards her den to part the moss so that she may warn her friend of the stranger before he, too, entered so that the stress the queen was certainly under would not multiply tenfold.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[robinheart]

The noise of camp is awash in pained haze, voices muddled and only semi coherent to the queen. She lay within the medicine den as still as possible, flanks rising unevenly as even breathing seems to bring about blossoms of pain in her leg. Hushed words drip from her maw to lull Rivuletkit to sleep - her child tucked protectively against her fiery chest. It was easier to keep the one moon old still when asleep after all.

The muddled voices rise in volume, rise in clarity. Triangular ears perk and glassy eyes raise to the medicine den’s entrance - to a large shadow she cannot quite make out. The herb stores perfume her environment and mask the shadow’s scent. She curls a front paw tighter around her daughter, her heart increasing ever so slightly at the unknown. Perhaps fear would blossom into a garden within her chest had she not heard Iciclefang and Moonbeam exchange words; a fair question answered with a fulfillment of promise moonbright healer had made to ember glowing queen.

‘… to help heal Robinheart.’

Hope swells like newleaf banks in Robinheart’s chest - drowning out the rising fear and replacing it with gratitude. She cared not that a stranger was in camp, she had no reservation or judgement. She would be getting the help Moonbeam promised.

That’s all that mattered to the queen who would do anything to be present for her kits. To stay alive so that Brookstorm’s memory could keep living as well.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail trails into camp, trailing behind Moonbeam and Gentlestorm. The journey to ThunderClan's border had been quick, and the young tom decided to leave Pebblepaw back at camp due to the urgency. The way back to RiverClan camp had been even faster— Gentlestorm is a stranger to the young lead warrior, but he can hear the familiarity, the trust and relief that were in Moonbeam's voice when the medicine cat first appeared. He can't begin to express his gratitude to the ThunderClanner.... there was not a single ounce of hesitation in his bones. Moonbeam did not have to do much to convince the older medicine cat to traverse into unfamiliar territory, to help a cat who isn't his clanmate. He seems like a caring tom, who's willing to set aside their differences to help his fellow medicine cat.

Murmurs begin to spread through camp at the sight of the stranger, whom heads to Moonbeam's den with a bundle of herbs in his maw. His ears prick as young voices reach his ears, and he admires how these kits want to defend their home... in the only ways they can. ...By boldly demanding why there is a stranger in camp, and puffing their fur. They already have the hearts of a warrior, He thinks before he looks over to Nutmeg, and he gives her a nod. "He is h-here to help Robinheart," He clarifies with a nervous swish of his tail, his olive green eyes briefly glancing in the direction of the medicine cat den. Gentlestorm seems like a gentle.... warm tom despite his large, fuzzy appearance; Moonbeam trusts him, so will he.

His ears swivel to another voice that emerges from the nursery. His olive green eyes are pulled off of the medicine cat den and lands onto Icicilefang... his fellow lead warrior has a light smile on her maw, and his tail twitches as she questions why a ThunderClanner is in their camp. Her tone is respectful, but Foxtail frowns at the hint of the frost edging in her words. Can his clanmates set aside their differences with ThunderClan for five minutes? "Is Robinheart a good enough reason?" His tone is cold as he stares into her ice-blue eyes, his ears flattened to his skull. He's worried sick about his friend, and he would be lying if he didn't feel some frustration towards Icicilefang. He can set aside the kits questioning Gentlestorm's presence— they don't fully understand how severe her injury is— but Iciclefang? She should remember Moonbeam's training was cut off short with Ravensong's disappearance. Show some empathy! He wants to spat, but Foxtail holds his tongue.

"But Moonbeam's right.... He a-asked for nothing in return," He backs up Moonbeam, stepping forward. "There was no hesitation from him to h-help Robinheart... I t-trust Moonbeam's decision." Do you? The young lead warrior pulls his gaze away, and onto Moonbeam, his frown fading away. He beckons his head to the medicine cat den, where Gentlestorm and Robinheart wait for her arrival. "G-Go to him," He says with a gentle smile, "...I'll handle them."​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  20 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to meghan for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[iciclefang]

Moonbeam answers her respectfully, and Iciclefang feels the fur on her shoulders lie flat. "See to it he isn't left alone anywhere," she murmurs to the white-pelted medicine cat, and she's prepared to ensure this is done by sitting outside of the medicine cat's den when Foxtail speaks. The tortoiseshell's blue eyes crack like the frozen river under the weight of a cat's body—they darken, threaten to drown him in frigid waters. She pulls her lips away from her teeth and says, "And RiverClan is to trust ThunderClan has our best interests at heart without question? Don't be a minnowbrain, Foxtail."

She is eager to dismiss her co-lead warrior, but hearing him dismiss her entirely is enough to set her icy blood boiling. She pushes herself to her paws and stalks past the red-patched tom. "I don't need you to handle me or my kits," she mews, her face pinched into an expression of cold fury. "Pinekit, Crabkit, to me." With that, she stalks off in the direction of the nursery.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: outie unless stopped :]
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 24 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[Shimmerkit.]

The questions from Shimmerkit and her peers are quickly answered by Iciclefang, who informs the three of them that the tom was Gentlestorm, ThunderClan's medicine cat. Shimmerkit nodded in understanding, looking back at the strange tom with fresh eyes now. "Are you sure he's the medicine cat?" Shimmerkit asked, inclining her head to one side. "He looks bigger than some of our warriors." Not that medicine cats had a standard appearance between them, of course, but next to Moonbeam's smaller frame the size difference is quite obvious.

Shimmerkit does not pick up on the edge to Iciclefang's voice when she asks what he was doing here but she is listening with rapt attention when Moonbeam answered for her. "It was nice of him to help," Shimmerkit mewed. Whilst aware of some bad blood between RiverClan and ThunderClan, she doesn't quite grasp the severity of how far it went. "At least Robinheart will be better soon!" She hopes. Shimmerkit had heard rumours from the other queens that Robinheart had broken her leg and knew enough to know, it wouldn't be an easy wound to recover from. When Foxtail starts to speak to Iciclefang, the mood changes, and Shimmerkit shrunk back slightly hearing the queen's quick words to the tom before she began to move away with Crabkit and Pinekit.​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — He watches everything through his dark gaze unable to utter much of a word due to the bundle he's carrying in this mouth but the sight of Iciclefang makes him perk up slightly. He doesn't bother with setting the herbs down only offering a dip of his helm but it seems that there would be some tension over him being here of which, he understands wholeheartedly but wishes it could've been avoided. The queen had seemed content with Moonbeam's answer only to grow prickly when Foxtail speaks and things begin to get more heated, the large tom winces between his bundle but still doesn't get involved as it wouldn't be his place to do so. He had no power here whatsoever and his words would be glossed over like the mottled she-cat known as Nutmeg, he glances over to Moonbeam offering a sympathetic glance.

He doesn't bother glancing behind him as he slips into the den to see the queen who had the broken leg and he finally puts his herbs down to offer a kind, warm smile in her direction. "Hello Robinheart... I'm Gentlestorm and I will make sure that you will recover." It's a promise that he intends to keep as he briefly thinks of his mentor and nods slowly as he draws closer but giving her needed space, he would await for Moonbeam to join him so that he could show her what she must do if anyone else ever broke their bones. "It will be a few moons before you fully walk but I'm sure that Moonbeam will give you good company and your kits will visit you plenty." Gentlestorm says in a reassuring voice so that she may know that she won't die here or anytime soon with his help.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

• 

  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.
  ✿ 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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