camp not over you - late night

[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flamewhisker couldn't remember the last time she had a full nights rest. The last time would probably be after staying up for several nights in a row, and exhaustion had taken its claim. Her kits lay sleeping peacefully at her belly, but she had been watching them sleep for hours. She had tried to close her eyes and sleep, but her mind couldn't slip away...or rather, she wouldn't let it. Last night, she had dreamed of running through the forest with Flycatcher, and when she awoke, her heart had ached for the remainder of the day. If I keep stirring, I'll take them up.. Normally she would stay in the nest and watch them sleep, but she couldn't do it tonight. Her paws were too restless to sit still, and if she closed her eyes to see another figure of her imagination instead of him, she wouldn't be able to function.

Carefully, she uncurled herself from the sleeping bundles at her belly before tiptoeing out of the nursery. As she emerged into the fresh air, she stumbled slightly and took in a deep breath, before slowly letting it fall from her lips. Nights like these made the nursery suffocating. The queen leaned against the exterior nursery wall, and looked up at the stars above the camp. "I know you're watching...but I need you...please.." her voice is merely but a whisper, but it is heavy with grief. She held her gaze towards the stars pleadingly, as though they would take sympathy on her and send her beloved mate back down to her. Of course they did not, but it was worth a shot.

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This takes place while everyone is asleep, but feel free to have had your character woke up by her (:

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── 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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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Gentlestorm isn't unfamiliar with sleepless nights especially the earlier moons when he had lost Little Wolf and she had been buried within the mountains that they had traveled to. They had been frequent and he had dreamt of her every night only to pray silently to Starclan that he would awake the next day with her at his side. It's the bitter reality that he had to swallow like the most bitter herb in his shelf and he had accepted it even if it may hurt every now and then at brief things that reminded him of her. He can understand Flamewhisker's struggle and knows that it's a fresh wound that would take time to heal on its own with time, mourning, and the care of those around her. The ghostly figure of the tom had been near his medicine den deciding not to sleep within it due to his frustration towards Dawnglare despite how the tomcat had come from Skyclan to assist them. His attention turning to the fiery pelt that slipped out from the nursery, how her gaze tilts skyward to Silverpelt, and she mumbles something that even his ears can't pick up.

White paws push the large tom to all fours soon making his way over to his friend and lets their pelts brush against each other for a mere heartbeat only to murmur in a quiet voice "You should try getting some sleep soon. You'll need the energy for your troublemaking kittens." Despite what he says there's a faint smile that tugs at the sides of his mouth, a hint of soft teasing, and he settles down beside her casting his own gaze towards the dark skies that hung above them. He can see the way her eyes plead to their ancestors to part the skies so that Flycatcher could walk amongst them once more and it makes his own heart begin to ache, how he wished for the same so that the pain in Flamewhisker's chest would finally soothe. To be widowed is to have claws slice and pierce into one's chest, the most agonizing feeling known and worse than any wound that Gentlestorm has ever seen or dealt with.

He wouldn't wish for it to ever to happen to his clanmates yet the world could oftentimes be cruel and the thought itself makes a soft breath of his own slip from his parted jaws. A part of him wishes to comfort her and reassure Flamewhisker that she'd see her mate one day but to utter such words terrifies him, it could mean the death of the red molly or even Howlingstar. It's a thought he doesn't even want to think of so with a snowy paw that shines like freshly laid snow under the moonlight, he speaks in a hushed voice "There." There's a pause as the cricket song takes over the night as the both of them sit in the clearing and after a heartbeat, he whispers for her ears alone "He's far away but—" The same snow capped paw gently brushes her chest where her heart hides behind plush fur and skin, "He's here." Gentlestorm sets his large paw down once more so that the pads could feel the cool ground underneath deciding that he'd say very little, she'd heal with time.

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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  ✿ 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.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[BURNSTORM]

He would never admit it out loud, but sometimes Flamewhisker unsettled him. She was like a ghost, a hollowed out shell of the fiery she-cat she used to be. Burnstorm is not a cat unfamilair to the pain of loss. It had haunted him from a young age when first he had lost his sister, and then his mentor. He had found a safe place under Flycatcher's teachings though, and when the tom had left he had taken a piece of many of his clanmates with him, Some much larger than others. He cannot say he faults Flamewhisker for her grief though, nor can he judge her for it. If, stars frobid, anything ever were to befall Roeflame, he is certain he would be much the same. Lost.

Its funny how quickly he had grown used to the silvered she-cats presence in the nest next to him and how much he misses it now. It makes it difficult to find sleep sometimes. The empty space beside him feels too vast, and he does not have the heart to make the nest any smaller that what it normally was. Tonight, tossing and turning threatens to wake others so instead he opts to leave the den only to discover that he is not alone in his inability to sleep.

There, in the clearing, is Gentlestorm and Flamewhisker, looking up at the night sky together. For a moment, he contempaltes turning around and just trying to go back to bed after all but... no. The fresh air felt good, and he knew that soon green-leaf would be upon them and nights like these where it was not too hot or not too cold would be nothing but a fleeting memory. So he makes his way over to the pair " You two can't sleep either huh?" he asks, a knowing look in his eyes when he looks first at the deputy and then at the stars.

( ☼ ) 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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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Sometimes, deep in the depths of her sleep, the rosetted opened celadon hues to find she was Roepaw again, trotting alongside Flycatcher and Burnpaw, she swear she can feel the crunch of freshly formed ice under-paw. It's the same memory on replay, simple and kind- it’s almost a mystery why her subconscious would pick such a mundane moment in time to run towards in this waning period of melancholy and doom.
When the forelimb of a certain fire-kissed denmate breezes past her nose, the once clear picture from her apprenticehood is blurred, watered down to a mess of greens, blue.. black. Reluctantly, eyelids flutter open, blinking in the dark world around her. Sage pools flicker to Flamewhiskers nest- and it takes the queen a moment to figure out what’s missing. Normally, Roeflame wouldn’t be so inclined to remove herself from the nursery when another queen gone, but as the molly looks around, taking note of the other slumbering queens and the deep snores rumbling from her kits, she too picks herself up and carefully works her way out of her crowded nest.
The new-leaf air is cool on the brass queens features as she slips from the nursery, paws silent on damp soil. It doesn’t take long to find Flamewhisker, not when Gentlestorms mountainous frame is a stark pale against the dark scenery- and they happen to be right outside of the nursery. Roeflame doesn’t notice her mates presence until she full turns, and her ear flicks with pleasant surprise. Gentlestorm is gesturing to the sky, and Roeflame can gather the context from there. Taking a place at her mates side, she merely bumps the top of her head against his shoulder in subtle greeting before fixating on the starry night herself.
“It’s so clear tonight.” The she-cat finally hums, voice delicate with the dozen sleeping kittens nearby. In the worst of her grief, Roeflame had contemplated asking Gentlestorm about his visits with Starclan- if he is truly able to see all their dear loved ones, luckily the tabby queen had been able to hold her tongue for the time being. “Do you think…” She pauses, soft contemplation pulling rounded features together. “Do you think they actually ever leave us?” The question isn’t directed towards anyone in particular- everyone in this circle knew the pain of losing someone close, feeling their world tip. Roeflame turns away from the sky, but still her eyes don’t settle on one specific thing, “I think they’re kinda everywhere, you know? The sky, memories, Starclan…” she drifts off again, blinking towards Burnstorm, Flamewhisker, and towards the nursery, “our children.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊The back of her skull brushes the den's wall as she leans back and watches the stars. One star shined brighter than the others, and there were two dimmer ones beside it. Flycatcher, Butterflykit, and Lilykit... She wanted desperately to believe wholeheartedly that those three stars were them, and that they were truly watching down on the camp...but she couldn't shake the 'what if's' from the back of her mind. Howlingstar, Emberstar, Berryheart, and Gentlestorm claimed that their deceased truly lived in a star filled Clan, but she would be lying if she claimed the idea of it all made complete sense. Was it all just something to make everyone feel better when a loved one passed, or were they really still there? And why couldn't everyone see them, instead of just the Medicine Cats and Leaders? Questions for another day she supposed...for now, she would cling to the string of hope that she would see her kits and mate again someday, regardless of if she became leader someday or not.

She had been so lost in thought, that she hadn't noticed Gentlestorm approaching her until he brushed his pelt with hers. He whispered to try getting some rest, and she slowly shook her head in response. "You know I can't..." she breathed, keeping her gaze on the silverpelt. She was grateful for her friend's continued presence and support, but she wasn't ignorant to the fact that he knew how she was feeling because he had already felt it, with Little Wolf. The flame tabby leaned against his side for a moment, then straightened back up. A small stray cloud floated across the sky, covering the three stars she had been fixated on, so she pulled her gaze away. Gentlestorm lifted a paw, and placed it on her chest, claiming that Flycatcher was far away, but he was still in her heart. She blinked, her eyelids becoming wet with tears. "I know but..." she trailed off, the tightness in her throat making it too hard to talk.

Another presence joined them, Little Wolf's son. Her gaze flicks to Burnstorm before closing for a few moments in an attempt to seal away whatever tears begged to come out. You two can't sleep either huh? His question is accompanied by a knowing look, and Flamewhisker shakes her head once again. "I can't remember the last time I slept well." A lie, she could remember it clear as day. The night before she had birthed their second litter...the night before Flycatcher had gone out on his patrol, never to come back home. The night she had fallen asleep, blissfully ignorant to the thought of losing the love of her life.

Roeflame's voice breaks the small pause of silence, and she smiles in greeting to the other queen. Despite the pain she was feeling tonight, it was pleasant to have some quiet time alone with other warriors, away from all of the kits. As Roeflame asks her question, she glances up at the sky for a moment. If they didn't leave, then would that mean Starclan wasn't real, or would that mean Starclan is going on around them as they speak? She remains quiet as she contemplates, but she can't find an answer. Instead, she turns her gaze to Gentlestorm, waiting to see what he says. He knew more about Starclan than any of them did after all.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── 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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