private POOR AILEEN ─‎ ⋆ GENTLESTORM

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird makes her way across camp with something dangling limply from her mouth. a dandelion, found by her kits on the outskirts of camp. they had called to her to see it, to determine if it would be of any use to the medicine cat. and maybe it could have, she couldn't tell comfrey from fennel. but it soon ceased to matter. a squabble over who could present the prize left the weed maimed beyond recognition.

she drops the slender marred stem unceremoniously once inside gentlestorm's den. the only way she could stop the bickering was to offer herself to bring it, leaving the leftover energy for badgerstripe and tansyshine to deal with. they'd be fine, she hoped so at least. "they found this, demanded you have it," she huffed, shifting away from the entrance and finding an out of sight place to settle. "used to be a dandelion." she explains, narrowing her gaze onto the pitiful plant. kitten teeth had done a number on it, clinging desperately and shredding the gentle petals as a result.

"i'd consider every other option when you start looking for an apprentice." it's an attempt at humor, but falls short on account of the metallic tang in her mouth as the last word digs thorns into her tongue. it sweeps over a silver muzzle as a paranoid precaution, and nightbird was almost surprised when there wasn't a streak of crimson in its wake. the queen wouldn't further burden her friend by insecurities over something as trivial as her teaching abilities. these things happen, she reminds herself. instead, she glances around the den. it had lightened in bodies since she was last by. "things are slowing down for you?" she hums hollowly in observation, not letting her gaze linger on the new scars littering his pelt. thunderclan's medicine cat needed a break, that much was evident.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 36 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring 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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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — He hasn't seen Nightbird since the time that he had guessed how many kits she was going to have or when her kittens paws stray further than the nursery, regardless, she's a welcome sight and he appreciates her a lot more than he let's on. He offers her a faint smile only for it to falter when she presents him the remnants of something even he couldn't recognize but she explains that it had been a dandelion and that her kittens had demanded that he have it. A rough chuckle slips from his throat as he uses a paw to bring it closer to him for further inspection and offers a small hum "They... certainly... ha... have sharp... fangs..." He comments dryly with his own amusement laced around his words but he tilts his helm to the side as she mentions how he should consider any other option when it comes to searching for an apprentice and a snort slips from him before he mumbles "I... like... their enthu... enthusiam... it's admirable..." Although, the thought of potentially having to wrestle marigold or anything else from a kittens jaws doesn't seem like the best option to him right now then again... There was time for growth and who knows, perhaps Starclan would send him a sign and one of Nightbird's kittens could be destined for greatness.

"I'm not... even... sure... what I want in... an apprentice..." Gentlestorm admits rather sheepishly though her next question causes his dark eyes to blink and he gives her a nod, he feels that he's able to breathe but its suffocating at the same time too. There's so much that he had needed to do and so many wounds to heal so there wouldn't be any infections. "In a way... yes..." He murmurs though his whiskers twitch noting that his friend's kittens are close to becoming apprentices and he's certain that she's eager at the potential of leaving the nursery and never getting stuck there again. He doubts that either lead warrior would want another litter after bringing forth five kittens into the world... Gentlestorm's claw flips the shredded weed to its side then focuses onto Nightbird once more "What... about you? ... Are... you... excited to be... leaving the nursery soon... ?"

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ admirable... nightbird tries to think of their enthusiasm as much but the novelty had worn by now. she thinks exhausting is a better fit. "it is something," the queen huffs her amusement, ears twitching as she relaxed into the much quieter atmosphere.

her narrow head tilts into a nod at his admission. gentlestorm had never had someone to train, she is reminded. it's strange to consider that even before his appointment to medicine cat apprentice a leader hadn't bestowed one upon the snowy pelted tom. much less deserving cats had trained thunderclan's young. a lack of experience would certainly make such a decision difficult.

nightbird thinks of what she liked. wit to match her own but dialed back enough not to be disruptive, confidence without arrogance. an eager ear, most of all. she supposed that was the only transferrable skill into his line. "you'll know when you see it, i'm sure." not the most profound advice, but she figured her friend smart enough to do this without much help.

"stars, yes." she huffs amusement towards the medicine cat's question. nightbird was ready to leave and never pay the nursery a lick of attention again. "i don't know how some cats do it twice. i'd rather pull each claw out with my teeth." her days of watching endless mossball tournaments and breaking up kitten fights were coming to a close. it would be a weight lifted from her shoulders to know she could retire to raccoonstripe's flank once again in the warrior's den.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 37 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring 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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