private THROW IT ALL AWAY \ gentlestorm

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

"I heard you... talking to Stormywing." Raccoonstripe's breaths are shallow, but he shifts himself into an upright position anyway, single eye blinking tiredly as he struggles to focus it on Gentlestorm. The den is full of cats who are mauled similarly to him — he'd heard young Mottledpaw had lost half her vision, too, and other cats bear grievous wounds that keep the medicine cat and his apprentice busy.

"Something about..." He shakes his head, trying to remember. Kits? RiverClan kits? "What did she do? What happened while I was dying?" And that's the way he frames this, now, because for all intents and purposes, he had been meant to die. Beefang had certainly thought she'd left him incapacitated, full of river water; had it not been for Roaringsun and Pinestep, he'd have floated downriver somewhere, been snagged on some rocky shore, a grisly surprise for someone to stumble upon.

The tabby licks his lips. They're always dry, now, no matter how much moss he's supplied with. "Tell me it's not what I think it is." Could ThunderClan bear anymore shame?

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @GENTLESTORM
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 47 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — When Raccoonstripe speaks it causes the large tom to wince at his words and at the mention of Stormywing, a frown pulling at his lips as he tries to loosen the way that his jaw clenches from the disappointment and frustration that he felt. His eyebrows knit together when the black tabby shifts into an upright position and the pale healer speaks up in a low voice "Careful... do not move too much... you wouldn't wish to undo... my work... would you?" It's a little lighthearted despite the way that he feels the blood on his coat weigh on him heavily as if he had spilled the blue tabby's tainted ichor upon himself during the tongue lashing that he had given her. Had he been cruel? He doesn't know and he refuses to think that he had been in the wrong right now.

"It seems... even while... you're dying... those big ears... picked up... on a lot of it..." The half-hearted joke slips through his maw as he pulls closer some soaked moss, marigold, and anything else that he may need to tend to Raccoonstripe. "You... should focus on living... or else, Nightbird will have... both our pelts..." The thought of the lead warrior being dead to the world isn't one he wishes to think on for long and he knows that even if they may not see eye to eye often but he'd never wish death to befall his friend's mate... No matter, how distasteful he may be. His large paws shuffle for a moment knowing that Raccoonstripe hadn't been completely deaf to the situation and his ears press flat against his skull as he glances the other direction to avoid the other's gaze.

"I wish... it hadn't... that it isn't what it is..." He admits dryly with a shake of his head as his dark eyes turn back towards in the direction of the lead warrior once more, Gentlestorm continues with a rasp "Stormywing... had kits with a Riverclanner... very specifically... a cat from the journey..." He supposes that he had been blind to their advancing affections during the trek beyond Highstones given his own budding infautation with Little Wolf, perhaps, if he had been more attentive then it could've been avoided... but its much too late to everything back especially since there's Riverclan kits with Thunderclan blood.

"I'm sure... that Flamestar... will deal with her accordingly... it's... disheartening that... Stormywing... would break the code..." He admits to Raccoonstripe knowing that he escapes judgement from those more biased towards the former kittypet like Thundergleam for example and he feels disgust form within his belly but he doesn't know if its towards the pair or himself for ripping into the two of them within public after the battle. Even if he may be the mouthpiece of Starclan, he knows that it isn't up to him to cast such judgement towards those that broken the code. His late mate had broken it twice without his knowing until much later and Skyclaw being such a murderous thing, it makes bile want to rise from his throat.

TAKE A SEAT BUT I'D RATHER YOU NOT BE HERE FOR ᨒ WHAT COULD BE MY FINAL FORM

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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
  ✦ 62 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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