border MY HEAD IS OVERFLOWING;; a plea

[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. She practically sprinted to the border, paws moving as quickly as possible while still being near Foxtail so that if something were to happen - and she prayed to StarClan nothing would - then he'd be near to help her out, to make sure she could reach the border of the clan she once loathed and couldn't wait to fight. She was still on edge about them, the warriors, the way they taunt the patrols that pass by the borders was not something she enjoyed hearing about. So many clanmates were on edge recently with the twolegs coming into the territory, with the dog that ran through camp, with the new members of the clan that would need to be trained, and now Moonbeam would be bringing another back to the clan if things went well because if she didn't then Robinheart would die and she couldn't have that.

Greenleaf made it so the waters weren't as high, the land used to the influx from snow melting by now so that they didn't move as quickly through the rivers, the banks were lower and the borders near the river closer together. Moving towards the part of the border where ThunderClan had laid claim to sunning rocks the white moggie would move along algea-coated rocks within the water to stand in the middle of the river while she asked Foxtail to wait at the river border while they had walked. He knew the plan, knew what she was going to ask, and knew that it was the only choice that they had. When the sound of rustling paw steps through the forest undergrowth reached her ears the medicine cat would speak out without waiting to see who was there, "I need to talk to-" and then relief washed over her as she saw the familiar gray and white pelt of the large feline and her sentence was finished with a gasp of relief, "Gentlestorm!"

When the other medicine cat would look in her direction and allow her to continue - she didn't think he'd run her off but just in case she didn't want to waste time speaking to someone who wouldn't listen - she'd continue to speak. "I need your help." It was admittance of weakness to ask another clan for help but he didn't seem the type to judge, especially since so soon he, too, had needed help from another medicine cat. "A dog ran through our camp and one of our queens is left with a broken leg and I don't know how to heal it... if she doesn't get help soon..." The rest of the words were left unsaid. She could die, plain and simple, even those who knew no medicine knew the dangers of an injury that couldn't be healed. "I'll trade you anything you want for your help if you'll have it, just... please Gentlestorm I need the help."

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

• -- please wait for @GENTLESTORM to post before posting
  patrol members! a single @FOXTAIL (and his apprentice if wanted)
• 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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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — The heat from greenleaf makes it rather unbearable especially with his plush coat but Gentlestorm knows that he must continue his duties regardless of the sun beating down on him. He's half tempted to go near that waters that were close to Sunningrocks even for just a quick dip and he glances behind himself to see if any of his clanmates were nearby, he doesn't spot anyone so he presses on further. He hadn't noticed Moonbeam until she spoke up that she needed to talk to someone or rather him, both of his ears angle forward, Gentlestorm takes a few steps forward with worry etched in his expression. "Moonbeam," The pale tom says to show that he's listening and she explains her situation, his eyes widening at the mention of a dog and broken bones. Berryheart had taught him some basics before having dealt with a few broken bones on his own and he's aware that Moonbeam had been left without a mentor much like himself.

"Stay there, I'll be right back." The large tom dips his helm before slipping back into the thick undergrowth not hesitating to bolt back towards Thunderclan's camp. He doesn't heed any of the bewildered looks or the greetings of his clanmates as he makes his way over to his den already slipping through the fern tunnel and huffs under his breath trying to collect his bearings. It only takes a few pawsteps approaching the rock shelf that holds all of his herbs and he skims through it and plucks out an ivy leaf so that he may carry the herbs that he'll need to help mend the broken bones. His dark honeyed gaze focusing on some broom of which he reaches out for with a large snowy capped paw and sets it down as his paws sweep over the stony shelves briefly for anything else. The mountain of fur gathers up his bundle of herbs before slipping out of his den only to look to the closest warrior and speaking up "I'll be back. Let Howlingstar know that I'm heading over to Riverclan," With that he picks up the bundle once more and leaves.

He returns to the border where he had left Moonbeam and offers her a curt nod, he sets it down "Lead the way," Gentlestorm picks up his bundle once more hoping that he doesn't startle anyone by his sudden return to camp and disappearance.

⡠﹞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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[TORNADOPAW!]

He admired Gentlestorm and had always loved when he'd come to the nursery just as all his denmates had, he seemed so cool and relaxed despite having what he was told was one of the most important jobs in the entire clan. He took care of them, like he was the whole clans father and while Tornadopaw felt no draw to the life of a medicine cat he had nothing but respect and love towards Thunderclans one and only. Seemed respecting Gentlestorm was a trait shared across borders, it's not hard to make the educated guess that a Riverclanner must've asked for his help, he'd run down the slope and into camp in such a hurry that it must've been urgent. The young apprentice would blink up at Gentlestorm from where he sat grooming his paws just besides the medicine den. He'd been given orders - important orders. He'd nod his head and would put on a determined face "You can count on me!" he'd assure, and he'd watch as the fluffy tom would begin to leave.

He'd wait only a few heartbeats before he'd pad in the direction of Howlingstar's den, but he'd pause just outside not yet peering in and wonder if it'd be rude to just walk right in. Even if he did have important news, he'd shift uncomfortably before just deciding that the best way to handle this without risking stepping in her den was by making sure she heard him even without leaving. So he yells "Howlingstar! Gentlestorm left to go help Riverclan with something!" he didn't know what he was helping with just that he was but he wishes he did because he realizes how mousebrained he sounds. With something he repeats in his head his ears folding down uncomfortably. Well he'd done his duty at least, that was what was expected at least.

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  Tornadopaw ✩ He/Him, Thunderclan Apprentice, 6 moons
  ⭃ Brown and white masked tom with blue eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird was perched comfortably in her nest when tornadopaw's scream echoes through the walls of the den. she rises in an instant, meeting the apprentice with a look that doesn't even begin to describe the uncertainty she feels.

"what?" she hisses, tail twitching behind her. riverclan was no friend of theirs, hadn't been for a long time. what could be so pressing that gentlestorm leaves without a word, without discussion, right into the churning belly of an enemy clan? "alone? did he mention how long he'd be gone before frolicking off?" she questions the apprentice relentlessly, ears tilting backwards. worry made her spine rigid. if something were to happen to him, thunderclan would be left with no buffer to sickness or injury.

her mind spins. they should send a patrol to at least make sure he had gotten there safely, to escort him upon return. things that could have been put in place beforehand if her friend wasn't so willing to abandon the safety of thunderclan's camp on riverclan's whims.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── GIVE ME THE BURDEN ⋅⋆⋅ GIVE ME THE BLAME ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 33 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

It is hard not to hear Tornadopaw's words when he was yelling it across the camp for everyone to hear. Like Nightbird, his first reaction is of disbelief. Their medicine cat had bees in his brain, he decides, to go running off into an enemies territory without bringing anyone with him. "Fool... what if something happens to him?" he asks, his voice a grumble. ThunderClan's medicine cat did not have an apprentice, no one to take his place if stars forbid something terrible befell him while he was gone. And that wasn't to mention the fact that he could be needed here in ThunderClan. What if someone here got gravely injured and their medicine cat was nowhere to be found?

Burnstorm's claws curl into the dirt and a frustrated growl rumbles in his chest. There was nothing that could be done now, not really. If Gentlestorm was gone then he was gone and all they could do was stand here and wait for him to get back. His golden eyes flash to his grandmother's den. Perhaps she would have a better plan, something that could be done.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[leafhusk]

⚘ she hadn’t noticed gentlestorm’s urgent movements, she was too preoccupied with grooming a nasty mat from her shoulder. it’s not until tornadopaw’s voice rings out, that they were currently healer-less. "what? that can’t be allowed. it’s idiotic." she joins in on the chorus of opinions, confusion etched in her face, pale eyes looking across her clanmates. the cats over the riverbank were sworn enemies, the list of things that can grow wrong is endless- and with lichenstar’s new reign, anything could happen. whatever was currently ailing riverclan, couldn’t they deal with themselves?

maybe her knee-jerk reaction would be different if he had an apprentice to leave behind, or have told tornadopaw why he left. leafhusk sighs, a headache beginning to form, and she brings a paw to rub at her forehead.​

 

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail's heart races as he races through RiverClan's territory, with Moonbeam racing alongside him. They trail near the sunningrocks, to the border that they share with ThunderClan; and he can already begin to smell ThunderClan's scent as they get closer and closer. He can only hope and pray that nothing bad will happen while they arrive at the ThunderClan border..... ThunderClanners know how to show respect to medicine cats, right? ThunderClan hasn't exactly been the kindest to RiverClan; he thinks back to tense border patrols, jabs that leave ThunderClan and RiverClan maws alike. He knows that they don't get along well with them, and the newly promoted lead warrior wishes that could change, but it's unlikely with the history between the two clans. I'll protect her if anything happens, He vows as they get closer to the border, his ears pinning back. Foxtail, admittedly, wasn't much of a fighter. He doesn't feel the excitement of battle, doesn't understand how someone can feel more alive while fighting other clan cats (or even predators). Foxtail is terrified of getting hurt, and even with that in mind, Moonbeam chose Foxtail to accompany her to the ThunderClan border.

They quickly arrive at the border, and the lead warrior comes to a stop at the river border. Please may this be quick, The lead warrior anxiously thinks as Moonbeam calls out to the nearby ThunderClanner, and his ears prick at the paw steps that seem to be heading their way. He wonders which ThunderClanner will appear— and worries how they will react to the lead warrior and medicine cat. His tail swishes nervously as the cat comes into view, and relief comes over the tom as his olive green eyes land on the tall, fuzzy medicine cat. He silently dips his head to Gentlestorm as Moonbeam frantically explains the situation back at camp, and his stomach twists. Having a broken leg must be excruciating, Foxtail thinks of his friend back in camp, and it must be even more painful for her to be away from her kits. He's watched over the last moon.... how much dedication... time... and effort the young queen put into her kits, even with Brookstorm passing too soon. Please Gentlestorm, she needs your help, He desperately thinks, but he doesn't have to fret for long, as the ThunderClan medicine cat dips his head. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Foxtail dips his head as the ThunderClanner races deep into the undergrowth, and the medicine cat quickly disappears from his view.

They don't wait long, but it feels much longer. The lead warrior slightly trembles as they desperately wait for the return of Gentlestorm, his ears pricked and alert. He needs to be prepared for other ThunderClan visitors.... they certainly won't be as friendly as their medicine cat. Please hurry, He silently pleads, and his ears twitch at the familiar paw steps from before. He notices the bundle of herbs that Gentlestorm holds in his jaw, and his heart soars. "...Thank you for h-helping us," He meows to the medicine cat as he picks up his bundle of herbs.... they must be quick, Robinheart is waiting back in camp for treatment. He looks back over to Moonbeam, and gives the medicine cat a nod with a flick of an ear. "Y-Yes, lead the way," He mews, and he can only hope ThunderClan isn't caught off guard by Gentlestorm's sudden leave.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  20 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to meghan for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I saw it first!...No, I touched it first, it's mine! An irritated plume slapped the ground several times before padding between the two kits. She had hoped they would resolve this silly argument on their own, but these two were quite stubborn. "It doesn't matter who saw it first, because now neither of you get it." she meowed firmly, before leaning down and grabbing the beetle in her teeth to carry it off. There were so many bugs in the camp, and the kits had to fight over this one. She carried it off to the side of one of the dens and let it go, but before she could return to the kits, Tornadopaw's voice rang through the camp.

Gentlestorm had ran off to help Riverclan with something? Her eyes widened in disbelief, surely this was a joke. Their Medicine Cat wasn't that idiotic...right? She waited a few heartbeats, but no laughter or 'just kidding' came from the young apprentice. The deputy cast a glance back at the kits, but they were swarmed around a poor Elder now. She debated on going back to them, but the Elder did not seem fazed, in fact he looked delighted.

White paws swiftly carried the queen closer to the rest of the council, shaking her head back and forth. "Out of all the clans, he had to run off to Riverclan?" What if it were a trap? Those fish-breaths knew they only had one Medicine Cat now...what if this were a scheme to make them more defenseless so they could try to steal back Sunningrocks? "There needs to be a patrol sent to the border to wait for him-" she stops, forgetting for a moment that Raccoonstripe was still in charge of patrols.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MY DARLING ⋅✩⋅ WHO KNEW ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ORANGEPAW.]

WE WERE PLAYING IN THE SAND​

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if orangepaw had truly been capable of gut wrenching sadness, he might have felt it right in this moment. he stands next to his mentor and watches the commotion before watching as gentlestorm pads off. he's going to riverclan. part of orangepaw wants to go to riverclan, both to stick beside gentlestorm and to just make new friends. but this was looking a bit familiar. watching a cat he cares for walk away and leave him. and unusual feeling twist in his gut about it, but he instead offers a smile, twitching his ears back and forth as he stands on the tips of his toes.

"be careful! see you later! bye bye!"

he waits until his large body disappears from being too far away and concealed to see before he settles, sitting down and blinking idly. he would sit here, he thinks, and wait for gentlestorm to come back. just like he promised his mama he'd do. he accidentally broke that promise but he tries to go back to that spot often. she's not there yet but one day she would be! and besides, gentlestorm would be back!

"i'm gonna wait for him."

he doesn't know why he feels this urge to sit like this and wait for him. but he does. and he will.

// mentor tag @Butterflyskip

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[ivytwist]

❝ MY CERTAINTY IS WILD, WEAVING ✧°.☀ ————————————
Commotion. Excitement. Fussing. None of it bothered Ivytwist. She lounged with little concern in the middle of camp, watching the medicine cat rush in and send everyone into a tizzy. Bah. Someone would come get her when it concerned her.

Her eyes drifted to Flamewhisker's worry and shook her head sympathetically. Out of all the cats that should be worrying, it shouldn't be the new queen. Doesn't worry like... harm milk production. Ivytwist blinked for a second trying to remember if that's really what happened, but quickly shoved it aside. Slowly, she rose to her feet and moved to brush pelts with the deputy-who-is-now-a-queen-but-will-be-deputy-again-someday-hopefully.

"Gentlestorm's a grown tom. I'm sure he can take care of himself," she offers. "Besides, maybe it'll bolster our interclan relations." Ivytwist laughed at her own sarcasm.

[penned by muddly - ☀]

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Nightbird's absence from their nest rouses him. He stalks from the warrior's den on light paws, blinking sunlight from coal-lit eyes. Tornadopaw's words startle him; the warriors begin to bristle, pawing the earth uncertainly. "Gentlestorm left to go help RiverClan with something," the apprentice calls toward the leader's den. Raccoonstripe's pelt begins to prickle with unease, with anger that flames, fanned so easily by the gullible medicine cat's too-soft heart. "Mousebrain," he hisses under his breath. He shakes his head, then gives Ivytwist a sour look. "Our only medicine cat can't traipse off into enemy Clan territory whenever they ask us to." He gnashes his teeth. "We do not work for RiverClan."

He turns to Flamewhisker, who demands a patrol be sent out. Raccoonstripe meets her gaze and nods, turning toward the leader's den where Howlingstar will no doubt soon appear. "Someone should fetch him home," he growls.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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