pafp LOVE'S THE ONLY MEDICINE | questioning gentlestorm

[sparrowpaw.]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ So many words, objects, places. So many new things to learn. After days of resting dormant in the nursery, Sparrowkit was finally ready to discover what Clan life really was.

His mother never told him about ThunderClan, or any Clan for that matter. In his life, he can only recall fuzzy memories of other stray cats, though they'd never been close enough for him to learn about them. This was a brand new experience! Despite the moments of overwhelming information, Sparrowkit seems eager to learn about everything.

There was one specific den that always seemed elusive to him. A fern tunnel leading into a crack in a boulder, it seemed quite sheltered and guarded, much like the nursery was. Though he'd seen cats come in and out of this den, he'd never ventured in himself. After a brief moment to hype himself up and be brave, he decided he would uncover this mystery! So, Sparrowkit took off for the strange den.

Inside the den was a grassy clearing that Sparrowkit quickly stepped into the center of, hazel eyes round with wonder as he gazed across each wall and corner of the den. At first, it had seemed that nobody else was in here, but perhaps he was too focused on the looks of it to check if anyone would be bothered by his barging in. So many sights to see - a big tall rock, a pool on the side of the den. But all his sights were quickly overshadowed by a strong, pungent smell; a mix of many smells, to be exact. If he focused hard enough on discerning them, some of them smelled sweet like flowers- others, bitter and sour. The kitten fell back on his haunches, stumped as he processed all these scents, all the while wrinkling his nose and sniffling into a grand sneeze.

"Smells funny in here," the kitten muttered, to no one in particular. It was then that he saw a shape towards one of the walls of the den, an adult cat examining one of the tall, cracked rocks. Startled at first, though curiosity piqued, Sparrowkit was quickly back up on his paws, hopping over to the cat next to the tall rock. "What's your name?" he asked, carelessly and innocently stepping into the cat's space. The smells were much stronger here, coming from the nearby cracked rock. Sparrowkit wrinkled his nose again and crossed his eyes. "What is that smell? Why is it sweet.. and sour.. and icky.. all at once?"

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  ooc - please wait for @GENTLESTORM !
  

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  SPARROWKIT ✩ he/him, loner kitten, 2 moons.
  ⭃ a long-furred white tom with chocolate markings on his ears, tail, and a heart-shaped mark on his flank.
  ⭃ loner heritage. adopted son of FLAMEWHISKER
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — With the recent addition of orphaned kittens in the clan, the pale tom wasn't surprised that small yet curious paws would wander into his den and he didn't mind the small interruptions. He had kept himself rather busy especially since there was still so much to learn though his ears perk up at the faint sound of pawsteps nearing the fern tunnel but he doesn't bother to turn around until he hears the sound of a small voice. He can't help but chuckle when Sparrowkit mentions how the den smells funny and Gentlestorm imagines that it does. at least, to those that don't often step inside of his home... He's used to the smells that surround him on a daily basis as he sleeps, eats, and drinks here or oftentimes. The little bicolored kitten asks what's his name and the medicine cat turns to Sparrowkit with a warm smile present on his maw "I am Thunderclan's medicine cat... My name is Gentlestorm,"

Sparrowkit starts to ask why the smells are so different and another chuckle leaves his jaws in amusement "The sweetness is probably the honey and the other smells are most of the herbs here. They all have different scents and their own uses." Of course, the small kitten would not know of that but he supposes that he could briefly explain it and he rises from where he once sat walking over to the small tomkit.

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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  ✿ 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.
  ✿ 53 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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