private ONE NIGHT IN LISBON [ ✦ ] GENTLESTORM, MAGPIEPAW

[Starlingheart]

The night of the medicine cat's gathering. It is her first since being attacked by Granitepelt, since loosing vision in one of her eyes, since loosing her son. Magpiepaw had told her the news from the last, however. Berryheart was gone. Another tragedy to mark the many scores of sorrows she now held in her heart. He had been a good cat, kind and wise and a friend. They both had not been much for talking, but that was alright. Berryheart had been the kind of friend she could find comfort in the long silences drawn out between them as they walked together from four trees to the moonstone.

It is habit that brings her paws to the familiar shared gathering space now. Habit and the desperate need to visit the place where her mother was buried as she always did. She would take a snow dipped paw, clear the area of debris, then say a prayer. "Keep them safe" is all that could be overheard, muttered towards the end right before she unbends her spine and looks up, looks toward her apprentice. "Ready to go?" she asks, her voice soft but louder than it was before. Before they can depart, however, the brush parts and a familiar figure bathed in moonlight is standing in the clearing with them.

"Hai-Gentlelstorm" she greets politely, catching herself at the last minute as she remembers his name change as her head dips. She had not seen him since... well since before everything had happened. With both of them. Her gaze softens and the easy smile slips off her face, replaced by sadness that makes her remaining eye shine with unshed tears "I was s-sorry to hear about- about your mentor. About Berryheart." he was a good medicine cat, one that had been thrust into similar circumstances as she had once been, though at a higher age than her. "He was-was a-a good friend and I'll miss him-miss him dearly" Perhaps sometime, Gentlestorm could be persuaded into allowing her to visit his final resting place, to pay her respects. Now was not the time, however.

"Will you still be-still be walking with us?" she asks, indicating in the direction of the moonstone.

// @Magpiepaw @GENTLESTORM

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[Magpiepaw]

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He is not too keen on the gathering again, after seeing WindClan present once more with hardly much apology nor attempts to reconcile outside the bare minimum of 'we undid what we did' he has no interest in being near said cats. He remembers a time when he felt something for Cottonpaw, it was a friendship of course but it felt much more than that though at the time he didn't recognize what the emotion might be, now he did and he feels nothing but an aching disgust for having felt it at all. He had no control over his feelings, but that didn't make them any less abhorrent. Still, he doesn't argue when Starlingheart begins to leave, preparing and bidding farewell to their clanmates and he follows dutifully - maybe he is only going as well to ensure her safety, something he has not stopped dwelling over since the moment Granitepelt sunk his claws into her from the second she tried to offer her pelt as a temptation to draw further pain. Magpiepaw is still bitter, but he masks it well, he's always had a calm facade despite most things.
The black and white apprentice is quiet until they reach Fourtrees, spotting the white pelt in the distance easily enough and bounding forward with eager enthusiasm to say hello, "Gentlestorm." He greets alongside his mentor. When she asks to carry on their tradition of walking to the highstones together despite Berryheart's death his blue gaze lights up in delight, he would like to keep it if the new medicine cat of ThunderClan wished to as well. The walks, short as they were, made the night a touch more tolerable.

——— ⸸ I'm the kid in the rain. Celebrate the insane ———— ⸸ Yeah, never goes my way

• OOC can go here.
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
  
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — His mind's elsewhere tonight thinking of the injured left back to rest in the den and how he had put one of the warriors to make sure that none of those that were still recovering attempted to leave while he made his trip to Fourtrees.

Snowy dipped paws brush through frosted foliage as he kept alert of his surroundings especially with the threat of not just one but multiple, it's enough to make his skin crawl with unease. These thoughts subside when he catches the sight of both the healers from Shadowclan though his dark gaze lingers on Starlingheart for a few heartbeats longer wondering what had happened to her and recalls that Magpiepaw had said that she had been ill. It makes him wonder who had left the bicolored molly with such a marred appearance but he knows it is not his place to ask such things and he dips his head respectfully in her direction with a warm smile forming on his maw despite the exhaustion present on his face "Hello Starlingheart. It's good to see that you're doing well enough to join us tonight," She begins to speak of Berryheart and he feels his chest growing slightly heavy with an ache or two though he listens to what she has to say. If she chose to ask to visit Berryheart's resting place one of these nights no persuasion would be needed, he had no reason to deny the friend of his mentor a visit.

A soft sigh being drawn out from his lips and he answers back after clearing his throat "Yes, he's missed dearly every day in Thunderclan and by me. The den feels a lot more... spacious... Without him." He can only imagine it being worse once the young cats finally left his den after healing though his feathered ears prick forward when she asks if he will still be walking with them to Highstones, a soft chuckle slipping from his jaws. Gentlestorm smiles at the pair only to give a slight dip of his helm "Of course." It was safer in a group and the large healer felt some form of kinship to the bicolored tom that he had journeyed alongside for lungwort and his gaze softens "Magpiepaw." He stares at the two bicolored cats in front of them noting how they seemed like they could be related to one another and a more silent thought crosses his mind but he does not allow it to surface. Gentlestorm gives a short nod of his helm as he asks "How has Shadowclan been doing? I'm sure the both of you are thrilled for the arrival of newleaf." He's certain that his own mate would've been thrilled for the arrival of the season where life returned to the forest after the harshness of leafbare.

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.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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