tell me you're sleeping easy 𓆰 MISSING

[.Pigeonpaw]

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Pigeonpaw didn’t mourn, not like other cats did. He was usually a chipper and friendly young tom and rarely in a poor mood so the shock and aftermath of his father’s death still lingered over him like a heavy fog. It was a fresh wound rubbed raw and he didn’t know how to cope. He hated Flamewhisker replacing him, stealing his name - he wondered why Flycatcher didn’t get a kit named after him and bitterly realized she probably didn’t want the reminder with the grief so new, something not given to him or his family. He knew Freckleflame was bothered, he knew Sunshinepaw was…Rabbitnose, it was hard to say. The one cheerful blue tom hadn’t smiled since. The young apprentice couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand existing in a world that kept moving when he felt it needed to stop, it needed to let him grieve without rushing him but life wasn’t like that. Patrols continued, the clan needed to be fed, he had to hear the name ‘Sunkit’ from the nursery now and the mere mention of the word made his stomach twist.
Pigeonpaw liked to think he followed the rules, he didn’t mope around the apprentice den like he wanted, he followed Sparkwing dutifully still, but it hurt. It hurt in ways he couldn’t comprehend. Life had been too kind that the sudden shift in tone left him reeling.

It was any other day when he starred out across the camp, blue eyes unfocused as he lost himself to thought. Not a cat batted an eye as he stood stiffly and made his way to the edge of the camp and slipped out. It was assumed he went to the dirtplace, maybe he was meeting his mentor, maybe he was just looking at something, who could say, but Pigeonpaw didn’t return and as the day turned to night it became apparent he was not present.

𓆰 —Lullaby, oh something wicked this way come at night 𓆰 —— It's time to let you fly

• Ooc- Putting Pidge on the backburner for now! His scent trail will end near the Thunderpath! Maybe one day he will return, for now he can have been assumed hit by a monster or taken away!
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  Pigeonpaw
  —⊰⋅ Apprentice of ThunderClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH Blue smoke w/white & blue eyes.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — His ears are perked forward when he watches the tumbling and wrestling between kits, his eyes focusing onto the red tabby pelt that belonged to Sunkit. A frown etched on his maw though hidden by the scruffy fur that draped over his mouth and he knows that Flamewhisker's grieving but naming a kit so soon after a friend that they had both lost stings. He can't imagine how Freckleflame or the rest of Sunfreckle's family was taking to the newly named Sunkit and he doubts that it's well but its not his place to say anything, he had not been the queen to bring the kits forth into the world nor is he in a position to reject a name especially when the deputy had lost her mate. She had been struck with grief that she hadn't even named the kittens until Roeflame had nudged her and this alone is enough to make his chest hurt, life would continue despite the names that the kittens carried. He would carry on with his own life and duties even if there's a Littlekit running around, a name he would've considered if his mate and him had a litter of their own.

Gentlestorm had kept himself busy watching warriors slip out of camp and return from their patrols or successful hunts, his eyes catching on a blue pelt that reminded him of Rabbitnose but it wasn't the widowed tomcat. He blinks his dark eyes at Pigeonpaw who seemed stiff yet didn't think too much on it when the apprentice left camp, the former warrior assuming that he had gone out to train with Sparkwing. Its until the sun dips in the horizon and the moon rises in its place that the pale healer begins to feel worried in the slightest, he brushes pass the ferns near his den and his bushy brows knot together in concern.

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.
  ✿ 54 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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[STORMYWING]

As the sun dips towards the horizon and the sky darkens, Stormywing pads all around camp seemingly looking for something, or someone. With ears flat and eyes narrowed, she sweeps her golden gaze across every corner and into every den. Where is he? She’s completely puzzled - she swears she saw Sparkwing in the warrior’s den. Did Pigeonpaw go on patrol with someone else? But then, why would he be gone all day?

Beginning to grow frustrated, the tabby confronts Gentlestorm as he’s the first cat she sees. “Have you seen Pigeonpaw? He was supposed to help Fallowpaw with the elders’ nests but he’s nowhere to be found - so she had to do ‘em all!” The warrior huffs in annoyance, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little bit worried about the whereabouts of the apprentice. There’s no reason he should be so hard to find. ​

 

[Brighteyes]

"I'LL BE RIGHT BESIDE YOU"​

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"I-Is he not with Sparkwing? I saw him leave camp earlier and assumed he was meeting his mentor for training.." Brighteyes replied, turning to gaze in the direction he'd last seen the apprentice in while his stomach dropped. He tried to assure himself that everything was fine, but it was hard to do that when his anxiety was rocketting. What if they'd met a fox out there? Or a strong current in the river? What if Brighteyes had been one of the last cats to see them alive? "We should look for him- if nobodys seen him since earlier then something might have happened."

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦Though they hadn't done much together alone, Bravepaw considered Pigeonpaw a friend, as all his denmates were. They had a connection through Sunfreckle and from the moment the toms father became his mentor, he inevitably was brought around the many children he had as well. And when the wolves had come and taken his mentor, their father away, and days later his own... it was impossible to deny the way Bravepaw felt tied to the family. Especially so with Freckleflame as his new mentor.

But Pigeonpaw had gone off somewhere he shouldn't have. He doesn't know it yet, but when Stormywing approached Gentlestorm about his friends absence he felt a weird tension in his muscles.

"Um, @freckleflame - can we go find him?" He peered to his mentor with a pleading gaze.

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[Sparkwing]

"W-what do you mean, you can't find him?" Sparkwing blurted at the cats gathered, his face wrought with worry. "I told him to stay in camp today... He should still be here...." His voice is strained, and already tired eyes threaten to tear up from worry.

He'd been uncharacteristically quiet lately, hiding his grief and trying to keep himself together. Perhaps all that happened hasn't quite registered, perhaps it happened too quickly. All he knows is that his father is gone and his other father is drowning in his sorrow. Sparkwing tried to be there for Pigeonpaw, taking it easy with training and trying to reassure him... But perhaps it wasn't enough.

"We have to go find him." He said. He can't lose his little brother too. His family has lost enough. Dovekit, Mossypaw, Rainbowpaw... He can't add Pigeonpaw to the list of siblings who have either died or gone missing.

 

[freckleflame]

she doesn't want bravepaw to see her like this. it's, selfishly, her first thought -- muscles go rigid, taut enough her sinew feels as though it could snap over the sudden, ferocious trembling in her paws. voices nearby sound underwater now, evergreen eyes staring too wide at the accumulating thunderclanners. at stormywing, at sparkwing, at bravepaw, who was already at her shadowy heel. he addresses her, even, because her luck was rotten beyond belief.

can we go look for him? her head shakes, mustering a goofy grin and nudging his shoulder lightheartedly, ” naw, you go eat and rest up. 'm sure he just wandered and got turned around, got lost chasin' a butterfly or somethin. me 'n sparkwing will get him. “ her chest puffs with promise despite how dry her mouth has run, how her throat threatens to crack with each whistling syllable from her maw. with a harsh, clicking swallow, she flourishes her tail along sparkwing's flank to urge him forward alongside her. they'd get him. starclan couldn't let this happen to their family again.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. TWENTY MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING BRAVEPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  she / her, eldest daughter of rabbitnose and the late sunfreckle. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  

  A LARGE, ATHLETIC MOLLY. somewhat brutish in the wake of her family's staggering loss, bull - headed and hardy with something to prove, freckleflame will often find herself in border disputes as an unsurprisingly formidable opponent. a slow but hard & heavy hitter.

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ It doesn't feel right, when his gut feeling is not to believe her. It feels wrong, because everyone else doesn't match the same Freckleflame wears. His expression bares his lack of belief, but he's a good apprentice first and foremost. He at least trusted Freckleflame had reason to sit him out for this, and listened as she parted to join her brother.

"Okay... I'll save something for you!" He promised with a dutiful nod and turned off to find something worthy for the warrior. Please, StarClan, I know I've asked before but... Please bring Pigeonpaw home!! We really miss him.

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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