sensitive topics I THINK I'M AGING WELL &. return / minor injury

[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- //cw: for mentions of gore, and death!

the trek back to camp was... quiet for him. whether or not it was actually quiet, he doesn't know, because to be honest he can't hear a thing. there's nothing thats happened with his hearing– he's not lost it or anything of the sort– he simply just feels so far gone that he can't hear a word anyone is saying. his legs hurt, his side hurts, and his nose won't stop bleeding long enough for him to feel that much relief from it. comes with the headaches, he's noticed, but he wishes it would go away. he wipes his face again, staring ahead blankly. his ears twitch as he feels an npc tap against him, making him completely jump out of his skin.

"d-don't–! i-i mean... uhm... i'm gonna go lay down. s-sorry for ruining the hunt."

"shouldn't you go see gentlestorm and hopepaw? your nose is–"

he shakes his head, laughing quietly, as he presses his paw back to his nose.

"n-no, no, it's okay. they're pl-plenty busy, and it's nothing a nice nap won't take care of."

if grassgrin was still alive, if he hadn't turned into food for the fix, ripped open and left to be picked apart by the crows, then he'd insist that orangepaw be treated by the medicine cats. hes not, though, is he? he's gone. and oramgepaw doesn't know how to feel. he wjipes his nose, yet again, before just turning to try and head off to his nest. he just wanrs to sleep for a while. was that too much to ask?


// tagging @nightbird who helped him back to camp! this takes place after this thread! also tagging @GENTLESTORM and @HOPEPAW but orangepaw will do his best to not be treated!! he will not mention his ribs hurting at all!

no need to wait for anyone tagged but this is also a thread that does not require a lot of replies, either! just the aftermath of development!!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 13 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, who's also littered in scars
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ can hold his own in battle. semi easy to win against due to mostly using defensive moves. does not attack offensively.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — Gentlestorm had been trying to tidy up his den despite how tired he feels as of late though he suspects it being from the lack of energy and food that he denies himself just so Sunshinespot and Doepath could eat seconds. A large paw pushes away at some moss to the side only to glance up at the chattering near the entrance of camp and his eyebrows furrow in the slightest when he sees a familiar red tabby pelt stumble into view. He notes the small trail of blood that leaves his nose and how the apprentice seems to wipe it away only to put on a forced grin, a frown pulling at his own lips as he glances towards Hopepaw briefly "Poppy seed... and soaked moss..."

It only takes a few strides to reach Orangepaw and block his way from entering the apprentice den, the grizzled tom focusing his dark eyes on the apprentice remembering when he had been smaller and soaked in his own mother's blood. It causes his throat to constrict momentarily with several emotions before he clears it and speaks in a low, gruff voice despite how his eyes seem to be softer than usual "To my den... you... may rest there." The way his large form blocks the entrance of the apprentice den would be enough to show the younger tomcat that he wouldn't relent easily or take no for an answer.

His gaze sweeps over in the direction of his close friend, Nightbird, and he parts his jaws to inquire "What happened?" Surely, she would be able to provide him plenty of answers and then his gaze focuses onto the vibrant striped apprentice once more only to murmur in a gentler tone "Where does it hurt? ... Tell me..." His body language spoke thousands of words in that moment, he would not leave the apprentice alone until he recieved his answers as both his friend and the medicine cat of Thunderclan. "And do not... lie... not to me... I will know..." His voice laced with a certain degree of firmness like a father would speak to their kitten for causing trouble and mischief.

TAKE A SEAT BUT I'D RATHER YOU NOT BE HERE FOR ᨒ WHAT COULD BE MY FINAL FORM

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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
  ✦ 62 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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[leafhusk]

orangepaw had disappeared.

a routine border patrol ended in her scrambling to find him. leafhusk pushed every bush, every root just so she could see a sliver of orange fur. until it became too cold to stay out, she wandered back to camp. she paces the clearing of the snowy gorge, only stopping when gorse tunnel rustles. the bright fur of her apprentice pushes through, nightbird following right behind.

"what happened? where did you go?" she demands, marching up to interrogate him with gentlestorm. leafhusk's heartbeat pounds in her chest, eyes scanning over to look for any notable wounds. "tell gentlestorm you're hurt."

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ despite thunderclan's hardships lessening, the predators were growing restless. there was less food to go around, even if she hadn't seen it for herself nightbird can almost imagine the look of crazed desperation on the fox's face as it executed grassgrin.

orangepaw escaped with his life, only a scratch to prove the quarrel. the apprentice didn't seem too keen on seeking out gentlestorm, but her friend had a knack for hunting down the stubborn. "a fox attacked. grassgrin-" wasn't found? it was obvious the warrior was not a part of the returning patrol. they could not write him off as dead without a body, despite his assumed fate being sealed. "a search patrol needs to go out." she decides, head whipping around to catch a glimpse of the cinnamon furred deputy.

they'd need to ensure the beast had left the territory, find whatever remained of their clanmate to prepare a vigil. nightbird leaves leafhusk and gentlestorm to their questions, twitching an ear before leaving them to find roeflame.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• ooc ↛ looking for @ROEFLAME .

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  NIGHTBIRD ───‎ ⋆ SHE/HER, TC LEAD WARRIOR, 39 ☾'s
  a small, feathery black smoke molly with one white paw and pale silver eyes. she is mates with RACCOONSTRIPE and has recently left the nursery after raising their five kits; BAYINGPAW, TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW, and BERRYPAW. nightbird is currently mentoring HONEYPAW and TWILIGHTPAW. her former apprentices include LIGHTSTRIKE †, DUSKBIRD †, and PALEFIRE.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[tigerwing]

Tigerwings ragged ear flicked, her scarred face lifting. Something was...

Very wrong. A patrol returned, and her gentle gaze was filled with worry as she noted the scene. orangepaws face was bleeding, Gentlestorm was stern, and barely, she heard nightbird. She lifted herself off the ground, pushing off of it with haste. "I'll come." She announces, about the search patrol. There was no hesitance in her voice as her stride quickened to catch up to the smokey molly. "Let me help."

Grassgrin had left with them, and needed found. A fox on the territory wasn't something they should mess with, not now- not ever.

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