starclan MI CAPITÁN ✿ BERRYHEART

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — After his nose had touched to the cold surface of the moonstone does he drift off into the same familiar dream he had fell into when he had seen Little Wolf once, he remembers how hopeful he had been to see her and he feels that same hopefulness wishing to see his friend and his mentor once again. When his eyes flutter open does he take in the sight once more slowly rising to his paws recalling and his breaths taken away, he doesn't think it will he a sight that he'll ever grow tired of as his dark gaze scars the starlit woodland. Snowy dipped paws taking a few wandering steps forward thinking about how after tonight, he would be Thunderclan's medicine cat and it was a future set in stone for him after Berryheart had extended the offer to him when he had come back from the journey. Although, he had imagined things to go a lot more differently... In a better world, perhaps Berryheart would've had Lichenpaw and Hailstorm working alongside him ensuring that their home was in safe paws and well cared for. It had not happened but Hailstorm knows that before his time was up that Thunderclan would be left to paws as talented as his, his friend had once said, and this he silently swears.

He brushes pass starry underbrush and foliage until he steps into a clearing, he stops feeling his throat tightening for a heartbeat then allowed himself to breathe and a small sad smile presses to his maw...

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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  ✿ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ hail is a very warm individual (despite his name) 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, gentle, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ currently being mentored by no one
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BERRYHEART]

An ideal world does not exist, where Freckles and Snowy flank him, three healers of ThunderClan, wise and unaffected by death. Even as a spirit, Berryheart regrets his first apprentice's death. Even as he looks upon his second apprentice, Berryheart itches to finish his training.

Stars settle like dewdrops on the red-flecked tom's fur as he moves through the moonlit clearing. StarClan's silver winds of power are warm, enveloping, but ever fleeting. As he pads toward Snowy he wishes he could stay for longer, but the powers of the night do not make infinite time for cats like them. Snowy is smiling, and Berryheart mirrors it as he meets his gaze. His expression is a peaceful one, not the rattling, grasping look he'd held in death. If this were not a dream, Berryheart would seem unaffected by his death. He is no younger as a spirit, bearing the same scars, the same crooked maw. In every moment of his life, he had been at his happiest.

"My friend," he greets, first and foremost. Peepers had conducted most of the ceremony, had simply led him to the stars to receive his anointment. Never had Berryheart doubted that Snowy would make this vow, would cement himself as ThunderClan's healer.

It is imperative to mention. "I would stay longer, if I could." These things are cruelly fleeting- but that was what made it so magical. If StarClan could be omnipresent, be commonplace, then sacred knowledge would mean nothing at all. A cloud of mist blooms from his mouth. The clearing grows warmer with his sigh. Stardust puffs from the grass with a flick of his tail, and olive eyes brimming with wisdom gaze upon his apprentice. Upon his successor.

"You have made your vow." With his own visit to StarClan, Berryheart had stayed Berryheart. But there is an understanding within him now that an amendment must be made. "Your name will be called by all, for aid in the darkest times. You will hear it often. Thus, it is unkind to saddle you with one you resent."

For he knows Hailstorm does not like the hail. Snowy does not like the snow. What he had not known in life he can mend in death, in this sacred ceremony, with the right words. "By the powers of StarClan, I give you your true name as a medicine cat." Berryheart strides forward, closing the distance between himself and his apprentice. "You will be a soothing rainstorm, rumbling in the distance, cooling the pain of all wounds. You will be ThunderClan's kindest squall. You will be Gentlestorm."

He watches his apprentice's face. Their time is running out, the starlit liquid of time slips through their paws. ​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​