private MY HEART OF HEARTS ✿ bobbie

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — It's one of those more chilly days that he steps out of camp by himself deciding to either hunt or nose around through the snow for any herbs that he could take back to stock the shelf within the medicine den, he found peace in doing his job and knowing that he's doing it well. He thinks of Berryheart and how he had saved his life something that he found both pride and relief in even if he kept a watchful eye on his mentor, yellowcough had been severe and had taken out cats... He chooses not to linger on these thoughts as he becomes more attentive of his surroundings as snow dipped paws crunch the powder white underneath him not realizing that he had wandered close to Skyclan's border until the aroma of the scent marker made his snout wrinkle, he steps back so he doesn't cross over focusing once more on the task that he had given himself. He remembers having seen Slate and Cherrypaw during his brief visit to Skyclan getting catmint for Berryheart, he recalls not seeing Bobbie, Orangeblossom, or any of the other Skyclanners that had gone on the journey with him.

He begins to wonder if they're all well and sickness hadn't caught them, his pink nose brushing against a few twigs that tickled it causing him to draw back before letting out a rather loud sneeze. Hailstorm lifts a paw to rub at his nose, lowering his hackles, and glancing around to make sure that he hadn't altered any predators of his presence though he's not too concerned remembering how the snow hides him and how it has hidden him in the past from a wildcat bigger than the boars that once trampled through Thunderclan's territory. The memory of it causing him to briefly shudder and he shakes his head dipping it down once more and used a paw to push around a few frosted leaves of some shrubbery.

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 berryheart
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DOEBLAZE]

Technically, it's probably unwise of her to be out alone. Her better senses, her mate, her friends, the kits sleeping in her stomach—all of them decree that she ought not to step out of camp by herself, especially in times like these. Leaf-bare is, after all, the season of hunger: when predators take desperate chances for the taste of flesh, when enemy clans are more cagey than ever, when the rogues are eating away at the borders of their territory.

Still, though, she just needs to think, to get away from the loving but cloying embrace of camp. She's been stressed lately, far more stressed than is probably good for her or the kits—the tabby recalls with a cringe of guilt how she'd snapped at her own daughter. She just can't seem to help it; the sight of her shredded-looking apprentice in Dawnglare's den, the rogues encroaching ever further, the currents of gossip bearing her own name, and most of all, Blazestar's single life, a lone tally mark on a stark wall.

And so, naturally, when she hears a sneeze, her hackles rise instantly. Bobbie unsheathes her claws and stalks closer to ThunderClan's border, ears pricked alertly—this had, after all, been where Blazestar had been ambushed by a fox that promptly disappeared without a trace. Fortunately, it's just a familiarly pale pelt, one she's been meaning to check on at Gatherings—and soon, that won't be possible for quite some months, so Bobbie pads as close to the border as she dares.

"Hailstorm!" she greets, blinking at the sturdy-looking tom as he paws through some frosted greenery. She remembers a Gathering several moons ago, finding out her former journeymate was training to be ThunderClan's next medicine cat—oh, he must be looking for herbs.

"Great StarClan, I haven't seen you in forever—you wouldn't believe what's happened...." Bobbie trails awkwardly off, recollecting soberly how Hailstorm's new mate had found a lonely grave in the mountains. Perhaps it's unwise to boast of her own newfound happiness. "How—How have you been holding up? I heard you're training to be a medicine cat now."

"speech"

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