private LOVERS, BROTHERS, KILLERS, FRIENDS ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. MOONBEAM

[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — After, he had shown the ivory molly how to use the broom and pointed out that dandelion was best to use when it came to the pain... He can't help frown realizing that Moonbeam didn't have any poppy seeds but he supposed that only a few clans had that luxury "It doesn't matter anyways, poppy seeds aren't to be given to nursing queens or kittens. So, dandelion is a better alternative and much safer." Gentlestorm explains to her in the best way that he can and he feels his heart ache in the slightest when he thinks about the same lessons from his mentor that he had feared he wouldn't pass on until he's ready for an apprentice. It brings a sad smile to his maw as he continues "Cobwebs and a stick would be best to hold it together so that the bones have structure, it's best to use broom and stinging nettle beneath the cobwebs to numb the pain." Each word that slips from maw coming out naturally even if it brings bittersweet memories of the three-legged tomcat.

"It'll heal in two or sometimes three moons, in that time, you must be strict in not allowing Robinheart to wander about as it will only delay the healing and cause herself pain." The pale tomcat says finally with a curt nod of his helm only to look to his student briefly and for a heartbeat, he sees himself where she sits. A faint smile beginning to pull at the sides of his mouth before saying at last "Do you have any other questions?" Gentlestorm's helm tilts to the side as he waits patiently and he can't help but wince when his stomach growls at him, he immediately puts a snowy capped paw over his belly but the damage is already done "Ah... I guess I forgot to eat this morning." He says rather sheepishly.

⡠﹞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.
  ✿ 56 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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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Despite the circumstances it was nice learning once more, sitting beside someone who knew what they were doing as experienced paws moved across injuries and herbs, speaking in quiet tones so as not to disturb the patient or to cause them too much of a headache while listening to technical speak of what to do to get healed. As Gentlestorm thought of Berryheart in this moment Moonbeam couldn't help but to think of Ravensong, wishing that he were here to teach her still and only hoping that her actions were ones that he could be proud of her for wherever he was.

She couldn't help the soft frown that spilled onto her features before she looked to Gentlestorm "I don't think broom grows here, I've never seen it at least." She'd offer, a small hum leaving the girl before more was spoken, "Stinging nettle either... is there something else I can use instead?" There were so many herbs that she had continued to collect, the only things about them known to her being their name and appearance and she could only hope that one of these would be something that she could use to help heal bones once Gentlestorm was gone.

She'd nod her head at his instructions, taking in the information the best she could at the healing time. She knew that it was likely the bones would take longer to heal but she was surprised at just how long it would take. Ears would flick when the ThunderClanner's stomach would growl and he'd comment about forgetting to eat. Eyes would glance over to the fresh kill pile for just a moment before she'd cast a wary glance at the other, "I can get you something to eat... we don't have any squirrel though." That's what he'd normally eat right, squirrel? Hopefully if he were willing to eat the fish that RiverClan lived off of he wouldn't complain like many seemed to do or demand to be taught to fish.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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