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Carrionshriek wished that she could have done something, anything, to prevent the wounds that Gentlestorm had suffered during the battle to take back ThunderClan. If she'd only been a bit more attentive to the medicine cat's den and its inhabitants, then perhaps it would have been her in there, fighting side by side with Gentlestorm against their foe, and they'd have only suffered half of what happened to the tom. He was only alive thanks to StarClan and his own precision with herbal knowledge, and Carrionshriek hadn't realized before then just how imminently terrifying it was to imagine ThunderClan without Gentlestorm until they'd almost lost him.
These days, she knew the medicine cat's den was crowded as her Clanmates recovered from the battle, and Carrionshriek knew better than to get in the way - but she did miss those days when she had been able to lurk around nearby under the guise of visiting her sister or friend when she would be able to coax a conversation here and there out of Gentlestorm. There was just something in the air that told her that those days were long gone, and something unknown was left in its wake. Still, she wanted to be able to assist Gentlestorm in any way she could, and the best way to do so at the moment was to just let him know that she was there for him.
"Gentlestorm," Carrionshriek said softly as she nudged her way into the medicine cat's den, looking upon her wounded Clanmates with a mix of worry and pity. "I don't want to take up your time, but I wanted to let you know that I'm here to help. With... anything." Anything, whether that was using her remedial herbal knowledge to help with small wounds or her skills as a warrior to help keep an eye on Wrathpaw, who had managed to find solace in Flamestar's kindness and was now also a resident of the den. She could fetch Gentlestorm anything he needed, herbs, prey, water - anything to help. Anything to keep her mind from wandering too far from herself.
These days, she knew the medicine cat's den was crowded as her Clanmates recovered from the battle, and Carrionshriek knew better than to get in the way - but she did miss those days when she had been able to lurk around nearby under the guise of visiting her sister or friend when she would be able to coax a conversation here and there out of Gentlestorm. There was just something in the air that told her that those days were long gone, and something unknown was left in its wake. Still, she wanted to be able to assist Gentlestorm in any way she could, and the best way to do so at the moment was to just let him know that she was there for him.
"Gentlestorm," Carrionshriek said softly as she nudged her way into the medicine cat's den, looking upon her wounded Clanmates with a mix of worry and pity. "I don't want to take up your time, but I wanted to let you know that I'm here to help. With... anything." Anything, whether that was using her remedial herbal knowledge to help with small wounds or her skills as a warrior to help keep an eye on Wrathpaw, who had managed to find solace in Flamestar's kindness and was now also a resident of the den. She could fetch Gentlestorm anything he needed, herbs, prey, water - anything to help. Anything to keep her mind from wandering too far from herself.
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! please wait for @GENTLESTORM
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CARRIONSHRIEK ✩ warrior of thunderclan, eleven moons
→ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
→ penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.