pafp im keeping my baby ➺ flowers

[doepath ࿔]

For all the bad news, there is at least one thing that Doepath can take solace in.... With a warrior name, it meant a stay in the warrior's den and there are a shining set of emerald eyes that call to her. A promise hummed in quiet moments of shared tongues, now to be fulfilled with the success of a new name to match. The first night wouldn't hold such luck since there was a vigil to attend to in honor of the warrior code but... maybe come first light she could crawl into their nest before dawn patrols could steal him away. She'd been over-eager to go hunting for tokens of affection and promise as soon as she was able, as soon as the kittypets had been escorted away and deemed safe. Braveheart had been easy enough to drag along, trotting after her with a white-dipped tail waving high as they trailed the forest together in search of vibrant petals she might grab.

Their journey had been uneventful, luckily... maybe that was because they'd gone as a pair though (hauntingly, she wonders if that would've spared the others, to have a little bit more company). Stems fill her mouth with dew and grass-taste as she departs from her friend's side, bee-lining for the herb-dense den of a familiar, shaggy tom. "He-wo," the molly calls, poking her nose through the leafy draping and squinting against the dark of the cool den. Her paws shuffle across the floor, barely skirting above it for fear of tripping over some unseen obstacle. "Gen'les'orm," she mumbles again, thinking she spots the large cat towards the back, "I's Doe'aw- uh... Doe'ath..."

Gingerly, hoping not to alarm him if he hadn't heard her mouth-full greeting, the fawn she-cat presses her nose to his shoulder before drawing away to place the bundle of flowers near his feet. "I wanted to make sure I maybe didn't accidentally find an herb you need." Honey drop eyes shift towards the bright glimmers of color on the ground before searching for his face, a smile pulling effortlessly onto her face. Her ears swivel towards the entrance of the den, trailed soon by her gaze, "I was just looking for stuff to decorate our nest with before I have to stand vigil.... Are they all good blooms? They smell nice enough I think." A nebulous 'our' slips out without much consideration for what its implication is, "You can ask me for help anytime, yanno! I'm a whole warrior now so.. I can keep you safe." Like you did for me, goes unsaid, though she hardly thinks Gentlestorm is in need of her protection anyhow.

@GENTLESTORM​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — Gentlestorm feels uneasy with every step he takes though he can find some peace within his own den knowing that he only needed to worry about his patients and Orangepaw being in there, the thought of someone sneaking into his den and taking from him again to hurt another clanmate makes his pelt prickle and skin crawl. Although, those clanmates are to be safe now or that's what he sincerely hopes even if he feels that the problem hasn't been entirely solved... It brings him some ease. The sound of approaching pawsteps makes his ears perk up and angle forward only to see the familiar pelt of Doepath, it makes a sigh of relief draw itself from his lips and he regards the molly with a warm gaze. "Hello Doe," His tone filled with warmth as he pauses not moving from he is as he remembers when Doepath and the rest of her siblings had been brought to Thunderclan, how he had nursed her back to health even if she couldn't see well enough from her eyes... She's alive and that's all that matters to him.

She had brought some blooms with her saying she wanted to make sure that she hadn't ended up accidentally finding a herb and it draws a chuckle from him, his golden eyes looking down at the bundle as he hums teasingly "You're already trying to take my position, hm?" A large paw extends itself forward as he carefully sorts through it and perks up at the sight of a singular marigold and some dandelion, he blinks in surprise though lifts his helm to stare at the former apprentice "Well, if you ever are looking in a change of paths... You could be a medicine cat or you're very lucky. I might have to take you on my herb patrols more often." A warm toothy grin forms on his maw as he pushes the herbal flowers to the side so that he could put them away later then focuses his attention to Doepath once more and nudges over the regular blooms back in her direction. He cares deeply for the fawn-like molly but he would never wish his own role upon her knowing how demanding it could be.

He blinks when she slips our at the mention of a nest in the warriors den and it makes his eyebrows knit together, it takes a heartbeat or two to figure out what she meant. His mouth forming an "O" as he finds that smile on his face once more and nods slowly "They're all good blooms. I'm sure that it'll be comfortable for you and your—" He pauses not wishing to overstep any boundaries as he falls silent for a second, "...mate?" His eyebrows raise trying to see if she would willingly tell him and she offers to help him find herbs if he ever needs a spare paw around the medicine den. "I can keep you safe." She finishes and something about it warms his heart, there's a subtle ache but he nods "Of course. I'll definitely bring you along next time, I'm sure Braveheart would enjoy your company more than an old fool like me. Thank you, sweetpea."

⡠﹞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
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  ✿ 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.
  ✿ 58 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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[doepath ࿔]

A cheesy smile sits comfortably on her face as the burly medicine cat looks over her prizes, blushing under the flattery that she'd stumbled into some amount of skill with regard to medicine. That would be nice... or rather, would've been if it had been suggested before she'd spent torturous amounts of hours practicing her hunting and fighting skills.... Did medicine cats choose full grown adults to be their apprentices? She can't remember the stories Gentlestorm had shared with her... to recall how he'd started down this path. "Wouldn't that be fun... you'd be able to spend all your time with me," she purrs, squinting her eyes in a show of delight and amusement.

He continues on to say she's made some good choices (she'll have to thank Braveheart for his help) but falters when he suddenly drops... the m word.... Round eyes stare at his surprised, as if he'd somehow pulled that secret from her own head. Who'd told Gentlestorm? "Well...!" Her voice is shrill with embarrassment, fussing with the fur on her chest with a few nervous licks while she grapples for words. "That's! That's a strong word," she continues, scrunching up her nose. Only because... Sunshinespot hadn't said they were going to be mates... just that they'd... share a nest together. Because they were good friends that cared about each other... and took comfort in each other's presences. That's all.... right?

"We just share a nest," she ventures, poking at one of the flowers on the ground to have something to do with her paws, "Sunshine helps me sleep better." Her lips pull into a small smile, eager to have the attention diverted back to her potential future escapades with the pale furred tom. "Oh stop, you know Braveheart's a big softie," perhaps too much of a softie for his own good but, no one could ever doubt his loyalty to his friends.

The endearing nickname gives her a reason to giggle bashfully, sitting forward to try and headbutt his chest in a show of affection. "Anytime, Oldstorm."​