private THROUGH TRENCHES AND EVERY GRIEF ♥︎ GENTLESTORM

[DOEBLAZE]

The rain is bitter and driving as she lopes along the ThunderClan border, plastering her shaggy pelt against her, revealing the spare curve of her waist, the subtle imprint of her ribs against the velvet of her belly - fur, the sharpness of each musclebound joint. Revealing the absence cut into her body, the lingering skinniness the thick wolfishness of her pelt so often conceals. Her head hangs low as the droplets tattoo a drumbeat against her ears, dripping defeatedly from the scar - cut curve of her chin.

When did she become this cat? This cat as bitter and hard as the cold summer rain that drenches her now? Someone who could not celebrate when a Clanmate returned home, who could not let loose the relief and the gladness running wild in her chest; someone who only called in a hoarse grackle - squawk for authority, and waited for her leash to be pulled? Someone who could not champion for a friend to be brought home, only deem her dead and deal in the cold and the practical? Once, her heart had been a wild horse, leading her permanently astray with its insistence—now it withers and dies in her throat, grows weak in the stall of her chest.

Her head tips skyward, as if the coolness of the rain on her cheeks might imitate unshed tears. For so long she has prided herself on her lack of them, and now she almost wishes she could cry.

OOC : @GENTLESTORM !!

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[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM, POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — His plush silver coat clings to his sides though he isn't a skeleton but more rounded out with softer features than that of Doeblaze, a few strands of wet fur catch in the thick foliage, and he presses onwards despite the smell of rain in the air. His pink nose twitches as a few droplets from the summer downpour slip fro his whiskers as his main focus right now is trying to find herbs, it isn't the best time for it but Gentlestorm would rather take his chances in the rain than the blazing heat from the greenleaf sun that bled into his coat. If he hadn't realize the figure across the border but he snaps his head in the direction of Doeblaze and she nearly scares him out of his pelt as he flinches, it's as if he's staring right at a skeleton and he stands there for a few heartbeats briefly only to glance down at himself to see how his silhoutte is different from hers.

Although, he and Doeblaze aren't that different is what he picked up from their last conversations as they have suffered and lost the same. He approaches though makes sure to remain on his side of the border as he finds a place under the trees where it briefly protects him from the rain above, Gentlestorm shakes himself out like a dog. "You'll catch a cold at this rate," The medicine cat rasps in a gentle tone though there's a faint smile on his maw as he uses his sandpaper-like tongue to comb down his soaked fur so he didn't look like a porcupine while trying to have a conversation with the fawn-like molly that sat across from him. "It seems that fate continues to bring us together for small talks at the border." The large tom muses aloud as he lifts a paw to push down the fur on his cheek and adjusts his posture as he sits on his haunches, his smile falters though at her skeletal frame exposed to him due to the rain.

"I know it isn't any of my business... But have you been eating well lately?" A brow quirks as he stares at her through concerned copper eyes and he awaits for her answer and it makes him ponder. Are they friends or perhaps simply acquaintances that somewhat take solace in each other's presence? He doesn't quite know nor does he dare to ask or make assumptions.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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

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