camp IF I LEAD ✿ berryheart's vigil

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — His heart feels heavy yet he gets to work knowing that would be his only way to cope with his feelings, at least, right now until much later though his eyes lock onto the stilled form of his mentor knowing that all the warmth had seeped out from him. The snowy tom's eyes full of sorrow and his tufted ears lay flat against his skull as he delicately spreads the rosemary on the tortoiseshell's body that would lessen the smell of death, Hailstorm mumbles quietly under his breath that's almost a whisper "I wish you were still here... I could've tried that snail," Soft and subtle amusement in his voice though it threatens to crack from the saddened emotions that weighed heavily onto him, Hailstorm feels a small smile on his maw before it disappears within a few moments knowing that day would never come now and a soft sigh leaves his jaws. He pushes himself up to his paws stepping back, clearing his throat, and begins to speak "Berryheart was a friend, a teacher, a brother, and son." He feels his voice growing silent as he dips his head, "He'll be missed dearly by all those in Thunderclan and before he's buried, we will be sharing tongues with him for one last time." Hailstorm focuses his gaze on Berryheart once more only to take a few steps back so that friends and family can spend their last moments together with the patchwork tom.

"I hope you rest easy, friend. I'll see you again." I hope. Hailstorm murmurs quietly closing his eyes so he doesn't meet the gaze of anyone, he had felt the prescence of Starclan come to take the late medicine cat away to Silverpelt where he would never have to worry about rattling breaths or illness.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ hail is a very warm individual (despite his name) 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, gentle, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Icepaw!]

[ ༻ 🗲 ༺ ] Still felt unbelievable, Berryheart being dead. This was something Icepaw couldn't wrap their mind about. Gone, he was gone and yet not that many days ago he was fine, he was getting better and then all of a sudden taken. Free from his wordly body and for all Icepaw knew, he was perhaps in starclan. He didn't understand any of this and the frown that graced his maw was apparent. He hadn't known Berryheart well, Icepaw didn't get sick much so he hardly needed to visit the medicine den. Of course for the occasional scratches or having step in a thorn or two, Icepaw never sought to interact much with the other. Too busy exploring the territory or training to even think of interacting with Berryheart, and yet... he thought for sure Berryheart would of been there with them forever, and yet now he laid, motionless, looking only to be asleep and it brought disbelief in the normally cheery tom.

All he could do was stand there and allow those closer to Berryheart say their farewells while he hung in the back, silently apologizing to the tom for not getting to know him better. Seeing the mournful gaze of Hailstorm to the emptiness and gloom from others, and made a frown appear on his face. Could he see them now? See their sorrows? He sighed softly, having nothing to say but only was around to pay his respect to Berryheart.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── The moon will sing a song for me I shine only with the light you gave me ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Icepaw 🗲 He/Him , apprentice of Thunderclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ Tall blue silver tabby with high white and orange eyes
  ⭃ Cloudflame x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Moonwhisper]

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Her eyes bore into Hailstorm like twin moons, cold and piercing and without the gentleness of the night that such soft illumination provided but a sharp intensity like ice scraping against paw pads and cold seeping through fur. If a look could bring leafbare it was hers, all encompassing and cold as it swept over the longfurred tom before she ripped her stare away to the tortiseshell upon the ground before them; rosemary sprig like a burst of newleaf's grace blooming upon his crumpled pelt. He never got to see the warm weather return, the melting snow, the sound of songbirds rising once more. Berryheart would sleep in eternal winter, like her sister, her mother...forever shrouded in the snow.
She wonders if this is a curse, that the cold would kill her family eternally, that winter's wretched touch would grasp them even outside the season in places where the snow fell as commonly as the air blew.
Your name suits you. She wants to say, wants to breath out a threat to the cat of cold cloaked meanings and shivering touches - murderer, killer. Like the frost-touched molly who came before Berryheart he would bring them nothing but destruction and pain.

Moonwhisper did not look at the healer again as she strode forward, settling down with her paws tucked under her off to the side so that her other kin had room to join her with Howlingstar given a place next to the fallen tom's head to send him off with a gentle touch of the nose to his brow. She dips her head, spotted face burred in dark ember-flecked fur and she wonders why she didn't cry as much as she used to as an apprentice. Maybe the cold had killed that too.

☾ break all the rules - live like a queen or die like a fool ☽ —— do you care what they think

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  Moonwhisper
  —⊰⋅ Warrior of ThunderClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH Tortiseshell point w/ice blue eyes
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

From a distance, Roeflame watched Hailstorm prepare Berryheart’s vigil, round celadon optics abnormally vacant. Her mind is far away.
The cinnamon tabby recognizes the ritual the snowy healer is practicing, weaving various blooms within lifeless fur.
The lead warrior doesn’t dare to move until Hailstorm finally steps back. Theres a knot from somewhere within her stomach, a bubble of unease as she drifts over, popping into white-hot embers of grief when she is faced with the unmoving sight of Berryheart up close.
There is hesitance in the warriors movements as she settles across from Moonwhisper, trying to make herself small with her tail and paws tucked.
Theres a soft exhale from her maw, shuddered under the weight of the chill and pain, before she touches her nose against his flank.
Silently, the lead warrior thanks him for each time he had saved her life from the mysterious illness that could have stolen her away too soon, that stole him away too soon.
She prays that Starclan is treating him well, asks if everything will be alright despite knowing he could not answer her.
With her head bowed, Roeflame lets the tears trickle down her cheekbones, she makes one last promise to never forget him, or their friendship.
Finally, she leans away, optics gliding towards Hailstorm. Her expression is unreadable, but Roeflame has no doubt the former warrior will serve their clan with the same care and compassion as Berryheart had.
Silently, she wills him to.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw, Lightpaw
  ⭃ 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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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

The Clan gathers around the body that had once contained his brother’s soul. It feels strange to mourn a fallen Clanmate without Berryheart at the vigil’s helm, firm and solemn words spilling from crooked jaws. It’s Hailstorm, instead—Hailstorm, who had cradled his sister’s body in his big pale paws, who had returned from the journey to the mountains mateless but with jaws full of lungwort. Berryheart had seen potential in him—Raccoonstripe wills himself to see that, now, too, but his eyes glaze over when he moves them from his littermate’s figure to his successor’s. All he sees is the absence of Berryheart. His replacement.

After Hailstorm finishes speaking, Raccoonstripe moves slowly toward Berryheart. He crouches beside Moonwhisper, his tail dragging the dust behind him. Tears glaze his eyes again, but they do not fall—not this time.

“Brother.” When he speaks, his mew is ragged, rough. His breath comes to warm cold ginger-strewn fur. “You were supposed to be there when my dreams came true. I pray…” His voice trembles, but he sets his jaw willfully against the shake: “I pray you still will be.”

He pushes his nose into Berryheart’s fur, his heart twisting in his chest. “Berryheart. Hunt well. Walk with Graystorm… with Father.” Raccoonstripe closes his eyes and stills.

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

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Smudgepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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