private THE WIND BELLOWS // gentlestorm

[sunshinespot]

It troubles him, just as he's sure it troubles his walking companion. Doepath's sudden stomach ache... Maybe Gentlestorm knows more than Sunshinespot does, given that the former is trained in medicine, and the latter is... well, he's Sunshinespot. But the worry that plagues him makes his stomach churn, too, and he blames it on the empathy he surely shares with his mate. (What kind of partner would he be if he did not harbor her emotions like they were his own, after all?)

"What're we lookin' for again, Gentlestorm?" Sunshinespot drawls as he forces himself to focus on the task at hand. He's almost always picked first for the medicine cat's patrols - if not him, then certainly Braveheart, the two of them still paying a seasons old debt from apprenticehood. He doesn't mind it as much anymore, as his paws are never quite as useful with hunting. Patrols are close to it, no doubt, but he's nothing more than a lumbering bear in a fight should something happen. Green eyes flutter to the sepia tom, a spare fondness for the older feline before he flicks his gaze away again. "I hope not marigold. Everythin' looks like marigold righ'now..." he plays a joke into the crisp air, hoping the other would loosen his shoulders some.
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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — Gentlestorm finds himself somewhat tense as he strides forward with Sunshinespot trailing behind him and he doesn't like that he hadn't been able to catch Braveheart before he ran off with a certain feral girl within their clan. His whiskers twitch with brief amusement at the thought of his nephew being able to handle the sharpness of Fallowbite and the old tom dares not to ask seeing as his muzzle had already been chomped on by her unruly littermates so, the son of Sunfreckle and Rabbitnose would simply have to do and if it came down to running into a predator then Gentlestorm would take matters into his own paws even if he'd leave unscathed. The voice of the dilute tom causes his ears to twitch to show that he's listening and has to refrain from snorting at his comment about hoping they're not searching for marigold.

"You should be familiar... with marigold... at this point..." The silver tom chides lightly as he presses on with his ears perked forward and continues to remain alert but the tension of his muscles ease down in the slightest. A frown pulls at his dark lips only to pause in his tracks and gives a shake of his head "We are searching.... for marigold and poppy seeds... unfortunately, our clanmates are prone to gaining injuries... so, I must make sure... I have plenty of marigold... before leaf-bare..." He hates the conflict between clans but he's aware that it's unavoidable so he must simply make sure that he doesn't run out or they'll be in risk of getting infections more frequently, a soft huff leaving his maw at the thought of gathering more oak leaves but pauses to glance over to Doepath's mate. He wonders if the other knew though he doesn't choose to say anything as it isn't his right to do so.

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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