- Jun 22, 2023
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'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — tw for brief mention of emetophobia/nausea in second sentence
The discovery of Batwing's broken body having been splayed across jagged rocks had been enough to make his heart drop and his mouth to dry, it was a sight that he wished upon nobody and he's glad that he had pulled his battered body from there so none of the warriors that had gone with him had seen. The weight of the smaller tom feels heavy on his back and shoulders throughout the trip there were moments where he felt bile rise in his throat and threaten to spill from his maw but he continued on walking alongside one of the younger warriors that helped carry back the body of the lead warrior. This would be no different from any other vigil that he has done yet it makes his heart ache terribly knowing that Batwing's going to have his pelt decorated by petals and rosemary to hide the scent of death, his best friend, is dead and its not something he wants to accept but must.
The blue chimera had so much to live for and his older kittens to watch grow into great warriors yet the lead warrior had been stripped of that right when he made the choice to sacrifice himself for Thunderclan, his friends, his family, and unborn kits to lead those wolves away. He had barely arrived on time to witness the birth of his first kits and he would not be there to see the second arrive, he'd have to watch from above where the stars burnt the brightest... That's where Batwing would rest. Alongside the bravest warriors that Gentlestorm had gotten to know and he can rest easy knowing that Batwing would be reunited with the rest of his family, they would be there to greet him.
Now, the paws that had been deemed as talented by his late mentor places rosemary carefully over the chilled body of his friend and close to his side are Leopardtongue and Bravepaw. He allowed them to help him with preparing Batwing's vigil so they can find some bit of solace despite the harsh circumstances that the queen had become a widow and their son fatherless. Bravepaw had prepared a nest for his dad that had his old nursery toys on them wanting for the lead warrior to be comfortable on his final night before his body became part of the earth, Gentlestorm mumbles quiet apologies when Leopardtongue and his paws awkwardly bump into each other while dressing the limp form with rosemary. In a kinder world, Batwing would've been there to greet his second litter and watch his first become warriors. He would've retired to the elders den with Leopardtongue until they both fell into an eternal slumber where they would be curled around each other, intertwined as they always were, and meant to be.
This is not the world they wish for. It's unkind and unforgiving. It reminds him of the mountains once more and he feels sick to his stomach.
Gentlestorm lifts his copper gaze to glance over their work only to glance to see if his family approved and clears his throat, he parts his jaws to speak but no words tumble out from his mouth. He falls mute for the first few heartbeats, the stinging in his eyes returning, and the way his throat constricts from the grief he felt unable to will the words forward. The large healer remembers the last talk that he and his best friend had before everything had crumbled underneath their paws, he recalls the last time they spoke when their groups split during the journey, and how the two of them pressed their foreheads to one another in silent comfort. How Batwing would glance behind his shoulder to cast a final look to him. Come back alive, Hailstorm.
He had come back alive and to Highstones despite being battered emotionally and physically. Hailstorm dying bit by bit throughout the trip back home with Stormfeather on his back carrying her with Lightstrike or Flamewhisker, the warrior had died so that Berryheart's predecessor could bud and bloom into the future medicine cat of Thunderclan.
"You told me to live... Why couldn't you?" A whisper that's far too quiet for anyone's ears slips from his jaws still feeling the tightness of his throat as a few salty tears begin to slip from his face, the body does not answer him continuing to lay there without warmth and life. He knows the answer yet he feels selfish. You could've promised me... You mousebrain. Gentlestorm thinks but he knows that Batwing would rather die than ever break a promise made to him and his ears press against his skull, a shaky paw lifting to wipe the tears from his face and sits upright as he clears his throat once more to speak "Tonight we mourn the loss of Batwing and share tongues with him for the final time." He pauses as a shaky breath leaves him, "He has given his life to this clan more than once, when we had embarked on that journey for lungwort and sacrificing himself to kill the wolves. He was a loving mate, father, friend of all, and my best friend." Another shaky breath and sniffle leaves the pale tom.
"I hope that he's been welcomed warmly by his family and that he may rest easy knowing that Thunderclan is safe. He'll be dearly missed... I hope that Starclan will allow him to burn the brightest tonight to remind us of his courage..." And I'm right here catching some of the light coming off of you. Gentlestorm finishes pressing his head against Batwing one final time just like they had before splitting up in two groups during the journey and shuts his eyes wanting to break into a large crying heap but he must stay strong... For them. His copper eyes open to look to Bravepaw and Leopardtongue sadly then sits close to the widowed queen so that they may share tongues with Batwing one last time.
/ leopardtongue and bravepaw helped gentlestorm w/this vigil as a heads up
The discovery of Batwing's broken body having been splayed across jagged rocks had been enough to make his heart drop and his mouth to dry, it was a sight that he wished upon nobody and he's glad that he had pulled his battered body from there so none of the warriors that had gone with him had seen. The weight of the smaller tom feels heavy on his back and shoulders throughout the trip there were moments where he felt bile rise in his throat and threaten to spill from his maw but he continued on walking alongside one of the younger warriors that helped carry back the body of the lead warrior. This would be no different from any other vigil that he has done yet it makes his heart ache terribly knowing that Batwing's going to have his pelt decorated by petals and rosemary to hide the scent of death, his best friend, is dead and its not something he wants to accept but must.
The blue chimera had so much to live for and his older kittens to watch grow into great warriors yet the lead warrior had been stripped of that right when he made the choice to sacrifice himself for Thunderclan, his friends, his family, and unborn kits to lead those wolves away. He had barely arrived on time to witness the birth of his first kits and he would not be there to see the second arrive, he'd have to watch from above where the stars burnt the brightest... That's where Batwing would rest. Alongside the bravest warriors that Gentlestorm had gotten to know and he can rest easy knowing that Batwing would be reunited with the rest of his family, they would be there to greet him.
Now, the paws that had been deemed as talented by his late mentor places rosemary carefully over the chilled body of his friend and close to his side are Leopardtongue and Bravepaw. He allowed them to help him with preparing Batwing's vigil so they can find some bit of solace despite the harsh circumstances that the queen had become a widow and their son fatherless. Bravepaw had prepared a nest for his dad that had his old nursery toys on them wanting for the lead warrior to be comfortable on his final night before his body became part of the earth, Gentlestorm mumbles quiet apologies when Leopardtongue and his paws awkwardly bump into each other while dressing the limp form with rosemary. In a kinder world, Batwing would've been there to greet his second litter and watch his first become warriors. He would've retired to the elders den with Leopardtongue until they both fell into an eternal slumber where they would be curled around each other, intertwined as they always were, and meant to be.
This is not the world they wish for. It's unkind and unforgiving. It reminds him of the mountains once more and he feels sick to his stomach.
Gentlestorm lifts his copper gaze to glance over their work only to glance to see if his family approved and clears his throat, he parts his jaws to speak but no words tumble out from his mouth. He falls mute for the first few heartbeats, the stinging in his eyes returning, and the way his throat constricts from the grief he felt unable to will the words forward. The large healer remembers the last talk that he and his best friend had before everything had crumbled underneath their paws, he recalls the last time they spoke when their groups split during the journey, and how the two of them pressed their foreheads to one another in silent comfort. How Batwing would glance behind his shoulder to cast a final look to him. Come back alive, Hailstorm.
He had come back alive and to Highstones despite being battered emotionally and physically. Hailstorm dying bit by bit throughout the trip back home with Stormfeather on his back carrying her with Lightstrike or Flamewhisker, the warrior had died so that Berryheart's predecessor could bud and bloom into the future medicine cat of Thunderclan.
"You told me to live... Why couldn't you?" A whisper that's far too quiet for anyone's ears slips from his jaws still feeling the tightness of his throat as a few salty tears begin to slip from his face, the body does not answer him continuing to lay there without warmth and life. He knows the answer yet he feels selfish. You could've promised me... You mousebrain. Gentlestorm thinks but he knows that Batwing would rather die than ever break a promise made to him and his ears press against his skull, a shaky paw lifting to wipe the tears from his face and sits upright as he clears his throat once more to speak "Tonight we mourn the loss of Batwing and share tongues with him for the final time." He pauses as a shaky breath leaves him, "He has given his life to this clan more than once, when we had embarked on that journey for lungwort and sacrificing himself to kill the wolves. He was a loving mate, father, friend of all, and my best friend." Another shaky breath and sniffle leaves the pale tom.
"I hope that he's been welcomed warmly by his family and that he may rest easy knowing that Thunderclan is safe. He'll be dearly missed... I hope that Starclan will allow him to burn the brightest tonight to remind us of his courage..." And I'm right here catching some of the light coming off of you. Gentlestorm finishes pressing his head against Batwing one final time just like they had before splitting up in two groups during the journey and shuts his eyes wanting to break into a large crying heap but he must stay strong... For them. His copper eyes open to look to Bravepaw and Leopardtongue sadly then sits close to the widowed queen so that they may share tongues with Batwing one last time.
/ leopardtongue and bravepaw helped gentlestorm w/this vigil as a heads up
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MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
— ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
— ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
— ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
— ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
— ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
— ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
— ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
— ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
— ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS -
✿ 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 oflittle wolf
✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
