life is changing fast ★ thunderclanner & medicine cat

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Their travel through the forest had been at a slow pace. Her front paw and her claw marks along her neck were aching, but she knew better than complain to the stubborn tom beside her. He looked as though he had been shredded by a badger in a fit, so she knew he would be sore too. But neither of them complained, both too stubborn to stay home. She knew some of her clanmates didn't agree with her decision, but once her mind was set on something, it is nearly impossible to change it. Crossing the border felt wrong. She hadn't set paw on the moorland since departing for the mountains. "You're sure they won't mind?" she asked Gentlestorm. The laws had been made for a reason, but Medicine Cats were allowed to travel to the moonstone without being attacked. The possession Windclan held over the sacred stone had died with Sootstar.

They hadn't made it far into Windclan's territory, before she smelled fresh scents headed their way. It seemed their journey to the moonstone wouldn't be a secret for much longer.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc. @GENTLESTORM but anyone can respond first!
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 36 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — His muscles ache terribly as each step makes his entire body send a ripple of pain through but he does his best so shoulder through the pain as he holds onto a small bundle of herbs and cobwebs wrapped around one of his front legs. The silvery tom quiet as he walks alongside Flamewhisker but she seems hesitant as they cross into the moors of Windclan and he glances in her direction before offering a small, wry smile as he sets the bundle down to speak "T... they w... won't m... mind... I d... doubt... they w... will gi... give... us... m... much trouble..." He won't lie but he feels as if he has ran through the same mountains that they traveled through during the journey and back, he takes a deep breath as his ears flatten themselves against his head "I'd h... hope not... we have alrea...dy... gone through h... hell and b... back." Gentlestorm hopes this is enough to reassure her that those residing within the moors would not stop the beckoning of Starclan especially when he still looked a bloodied mess and the both of them were injured. They are easy targets and could easily be taken out but he prays that Starclan would not let them die... not when they have gotten this far.

Gentlestorm pauses when Flamewhisker does as he catches the scent of other cats and his pelt prickles slightly as he stands there with his bundle of herbs still held within his jaws, his ears angling forward as he begs silently to Starclan for a safe journey to Highstones and back home... the clan needed them both.

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
  ✦ 58 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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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Hardly the most abrasive nor aggressive of his clanmates, no one can say that Sedgepounce isn't usually one of the most impulsive. One idle hunting patrol is easily abandoned at the whiff of rich oak-scent on the wind, carrying him over a hill and toward the offending strangers, their direct cut straight through the moor. ThunderClanners.

"Hey!" Sedge's voice peals through the distance. There are two blobs meandering by, one bright red and one silver. They don't seem to be sneaking; perhaps cowed by his earlier pinpointing. But as Sedgepounce trots closer, their foggy features melt into a clarity not only in sight, but in memory. These are journey cats!

"Uh...hey," Sedgepounce echoes, dumbfounded. He's caught up to them fully now. "Hailstorm and Flamewhisker, right?" It's been...a long time. Sedge himself wasn't even twelve moons old when the journey embarked, and he hasn't left WindClan territory much since then. At least not willingly.

He didn't realize how little the Journey crosses his mind nowadays until just now. It's like he can feel the mountain air again, the phantom ache of his paws, the tentative friendships formed. Hailstorm he remembers being especially kind, unusually willing to encourage conversations from the young, prickly WindClan warriors that most others at first avoided.

Amber eyes flicker across their pelts, their faces, searching for changes and procuring concerns. His gaze locks on the herbs latched in Hailstorm's jaw, rather than the scabby wounds littering their bodies. "...Did something happen?" he asks hesitantly.
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[SCORCHSTREAK]

༄༄ Normally, a pair of intruders upon their territory would have the deputy bristling, charging for heart and throat until the enemies laid still at her paws. When she spots the two figures moving across the moorland, Scorchstreak still considers it. However, they move in an unhurried manner, seemingly confident and notably not employing any sort of stealth. Following after Sedgepounce, the calico recognizes the duo quickly enough, and any perceived threat posed by them is cast aside. They are both injured, looking worse for wear—and they are both familiar to any cat who had journeyed into the mountains alongside them. The tom at her side asks if something happened to them, and golden eyes narrow as she glances at him. Clearly something has happened, she thinks, but does not speak her mind.

"Your passage will not be blocked," she assures Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm, shrugging off the voice in her head that whispers of shame—why are you bending over backward to assure these cats that WindClan is better than Sootstar? She also wants to ask why their clan was not at the gathering, why Howlingstar is not with them now, but such questions will certainly be answered soon enough. The deputy’s jaw clenches, remaining silent as she awaits a response from either of the ThunderClanners.

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and stern, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[ROWANPAW]

The strong scent of ThunderClan upon WindClan's border captures Rowanpaw's interest, as this could only mean that they were nearby. The apprentice did not think much of the oak-dwelling clan, other than that they were arrogant yet honorable. However, to be meeting not only a medicine cat but the deputy as well was eyebrow-raising. They manage a quick lick of their shoulder, obviously wanting to keep themselves well-groomed in the presence of the other clan's high ranks.

The pair seem weary and not to mention battered with fresh scars. Rowanpaw shares the silent concerns of their clanmates, wondering what had occurred across the border. It would ultimately be up to them to answer, but as long as they did not venture further into the moorlands, they supposed that it was truly none of their business.

𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓

• mentor tag @SWIFTSHADE

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  a tunneler apprentice of windclan, rowanpaw is nine moons and is mentored by swiftshade they are the child of snakehiss and berrysnap. split directly down the middle, their right half is solid black and their left half is tortoiseshell patterned. they also have amber and blue heterochromia. ✦

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[dimmingsun]

Dimmingsun often views the WindClan territory as an extension of himself; it's like another tail, one that bristles and twitches and hurts when someone steps onto it. An odd feeling worms its way into him as he traverses the land alongside his patrol, making sure to keep a respectable distance from Scorchstreak. The wind speaks, when one knows how to listen; and sure enough, the next breeze carries with it the unmistakable scent of ThunderClanners.

There is idle curiosity on top of the hostility. Howlingstar and her Clan had not made an appearance at the last Gathering... there hadn't been a word uttered over borders, not as far as he knows, but their patrols had put on a stable front. Dimmingsun has a feeling it is all a facade. Why else would the noble she-cat ignore StarClan's call?

Time would shed light on all those secrets — and it appears part of it would show itself tonight.

Stale iron-tang of blood comes alongside the bark and woody undergrowth. Dimmingsun shares a concerned gaze with the patrol, and hurries after Scorchstreak. Would they have to break up a fight? Drive out trespassers?

Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm... in unlikely ways. Their pelts hardly hide their injuries, and stains decorate Gentlestorm especially. What in StarClan happened to you? Dimmingsun wishes he could ask the question so bluntly; it would not go well, and the demand of such explanations in their trek would be eerily reminiscent of Sootstar's commands. Scorchstreak does not stop them, and so Dimmingsun does not bother them.

"Safe travels," he murmurs, eye glued to Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm.
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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The first to arrive was a figure she hadn't seen in quite some time. It took her a few moments to recall his name, the throbbing pain in her wounds not helping one bit. Sedgepounce he had been one of the cats on the journey. The tabby lets out a quiet trill of greeting, and dips her head partially. "Hailstorm and Flamewhisker, right?" She blinked, casting a glance at her scarred friend beside her. It had been quite some time since she had heard his former name. Flamewhisker held his gaze for a brief moment, praying the tom wouldn't find offense in the younger Windclanner's words. "Gentlestorm and Flamewhisker." she corrected politely.

Before she answered Sedgepounce's question, a face she was well familiar with appeared, followed by two that she did not recognize right away. "Scorchstreak." she greeted, dipping her head in the direction of the trio. Since their travels were temporarily paused, she carefully shifted the weight off of her front paw by lifting it just barely above the ground. "All will be further explained at the gathering," deputy began, before pointing her muzzle in the direction of the Highstones. "But for now we ask for safe passage to and from the Moonstone."

"Your passage will not be blocked." the deputy assures them, and she cast an appreciative smile her way. It was reassuring to be assured they would not have to fight their way there. She was tired of fighting, and she was sure Gentlestorm was too. "We will pass through as quickly as we can." A promise, but speed was not on their side today.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc.
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 36 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"Oh," Sedgepounce amends. "Sorry, Gentlestorm."

He's flanked now by a menagerie of clanmates, each peering at the ThunderClan deputy and medicine cat as a soft-hearted kit would to their first kill. Wary, and a bit sad. There's pride laced throughout her posture, but the half-covered wounds weeping from Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm's pelts leave them both weak and hobbling. It's a difficult sight to see.

Flamewhisker only makes an allusion to what ever distressing event they've left behind back in the forest—Sedgepounce lowers his head with a nod. The Gathering, he thinks. Duh. What would the other clans think if WindClan heard ThunderClan's story before anyone else? He was...blinded by the remnants of kinship inherent to their prior connections.

Still, Sedgepounce casts a weary look out to the windswept moors stretched out before them. The hills and their grasses are harmless enough given the clan's passivity which Scorchstreak has spoken into existence, but when it comes to the wayward harrier or fox, those wounds would be more than just a hindrance. Worry gnaws at his gut, itches down to his claws. He doesn't want to be complacent in any more misfortune. He nearly offers to help—but a wave of understanding washes over him. This journey has to be for the two of them alone. Despite his worries, Sedgepounce is otherwise yielding.

"Good luck, you guys," he says, sparing a final reassuring smile.
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