private LET ME CLOSE MY EYES ༄ ݁ ˖ DOEPATH

[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The quiet chirping of the crickets within the night makes the tomcat's ear twitch momentarily as he takes in the sight of the forest being basked in moonlight. His body feels tense despite this having been his own decision and thinks that he heard the rustle of leaf litter on the forest floor or a twig snapping somewhere behind him but its just his mind playing cruel tricks on him. Its enough to make him nearly forget his company as his gaze snaps over to thick shubbery that he swore just moved and his lips peel back into a snarl, he stands his ground as his claws slip from their sheathes ready to take on whatever it is but... nothing lunges out at him. The weight on his shoulder causes him to flinch and there's a feral look in his eyes but when they lock with the honeyed gaze of Doepath, he can feel himself beginning to relax as a rough breath slips from his mouth. "Where... did you find those flowers... you brought me once?" He finally inquires deciding to break the silence and get to why he had gone out tonight with her to begin with, a wry smile present on his scruffy maw with both of his ears angled forward so he may hear her answer.

Large snowy paws shuffle on the earth as he tries not to think of his nightmare and yet his earthy toned eyes betray him as he glances upwards towards the trees for any loose branches that may fall in their direction yet all of them look sturdy. "I thought... it'd be nice... to grab a few blooms and take them... to my old friends." He admits feeling rather sheepish saying this but he knows that Doepath would understand and she wouldn't get upset at him for waking her when she had been curled comfortably alongside her new mate. Gentlestorm wishes that he could ask how she feels about her new mateship but decides that he should wait before bombarding her with more questions and his whiskers twitch as his body stills once more. He feels as if his senses are heightened but tries his best to ignore them while walking alongside the other, his ears lower themselves onto his head slightly and he looks to her once more trying to ignore their surroundings.

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
  ✦ 60 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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[doepath ࿔]

Whatever warm-milk dreams that Sunshinespot is having, she is certain he will continue to have them even as the spot beside him grows a little colder in her absence. She'd be back... just like always. Trailing alongside the medicine cat, despite the dark of the tiniest hours of morning, the fawn does not mimic his nervousness. She is content... comfortable.. and safely wrapped in the bubble of his protection. There is nothing to fear in these woods... even as the leaves rustle their good mornings, the boughs bending to wave hello. It is home... and everything is right with the world.

At some point her half-dreamy paws do not sit rightly underneath her, a soft bump against the wolfish furs of her companion... He is ominously quiet, perhaps lost in the thoughts that had woken him so late. She doesn't mind... doesn't dare to pry. If her company is good enough, then she will share it willingly, without complaint. Her vision shifts towards the snowy peaks of his shoulders, watching the twitch of his ears as he recognizes her weight brushing against him... "I'm alright," she reassures him, hoping he is not prone to fussing over her ankle again.

Instead... he ponders after a question on flowers. Her lips lift, blinking away the sleep from softened features, "Not too far from here... there's a nice patch a little ways from Snakerocks... and another nearer to the old owl tree.." He seems sorrowful.. or maybe shy... to admit who they might be for, though she doesn't press for details for fear of scaring off his moment of vulnerability. "I'm sure any gift they get from you, they'll love." Friendship wasn't so fickle as needing shiny things or the perfect blooms... though she won't pretend the pretty flowers hadn't made her heart swell to bursting with every addition woven to her nest.

Sharing a meal or a story or just time was plenty... though the thought of sharing a bite to eat right now makes her stomach churn uncomfortably. Maybe it's just too early to have an appetite.

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• DOEPATH
  fourteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

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