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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — "Thunderclan! Take back your home! Rid the forest of these murderers!" The order that's given out by his friend causes several pelts to bristle and claws to unsheathe getting ready for battle and Gentlestorm feels his own slipping out with ease only to dig into the soil underneath his paws, he begins to size up his opponents but a certain inky figure presses against the wall of the ravine and drops down to push pass the plants that draped over his den. The end of their tail slipping into his den like some serpent ready to pierce its fangs into those vulnerable within his den and that alone causes Gentlestorm to dart forward knowing that his current patients were at risk, he wouldn't allow further harm to be inflicted upon them not as long as the blood in his veins continued pumping. He would die for them if it meant that they'd live to see another day even, he had promised Doepath better days and he would keep to it.

Gentlestorm pushes through the plants that cover his den to see Darkthistle near the shelf where he kept his herbs and the silvery tom glances to his patients to see if they were safe before his gaze snaps to the inky furred warrior "Get out. I'm giving you a chance to leave..." ... and live... His claws still digging into the earth but keeping where he is so that Skyclaw's follower wouldn't threaten him in return, he swallows as he spares Doepath a quick glance then back to Darkthistle. "It doesn't need to be like this... we're clanmates..." He continues trying to defuse the situation and hope that it would bring the young warrior to his senses so that maybe... just maybe, Darkthistle would realize that Skyclaw isn't someone worth following.

"It's Dark..." Her soft mumbling rings in his ears once more and his claws sink deeper into the soil tearing at the grass that lay underfoot, he tries to blink the crimson from his gaze but it's proving to be difficult.

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

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ 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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[darkthistle]

His plan was nearly successful. He had almost been cloaked by the darkness, almost slipped past his patients without them knowing. But he had seen. The perceptive bastard had seen him, watched his flank slip into the chambers of the very thing that beat, the very thing that kept the clan afloat. His ears twitched, orange eyes turning towards the larger tom. Lips pulled back to bear fangs- fangs that weren't actively dripping red, but had been with Ploverhop's blood.

"Clanmates?" He asked. Darkthistle's eyes narrowed. "Just like when you all demanded I leave? I was exiled. We aren't clanmates." The smaller tom spat back towards the medicine cat. His tail gestured to the herb storage, stacks of pretty flowers and leaves, crushed and ripped to shreds. And underneath a paw now was two glimmering red berries. Two of the berries he had knocked away from Gentlestorm on accident just a week or two prior.

Slowly did the murderer's head tilt, orange eyes widening with malice. Slowly did his paw push down, crushed two deathberries underpaw. "The only Thunderclan is one where all inklings of kittypets or those loyal to that cause are dead or gone. Thunderclan will be made strong again." His teeth flashed, and he leapt at Gentlestorm, claws aiming to hook into recently healed flesh anywhere and destroy it.​

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"speech"​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. —The wolf bares its fangs at him beginning to snarl and close the distance between them, Gentlestorm takes a step back as he swallows the lump in his throat as he glares at the creature that stood before him. He notices that Darkthistle had destroyed some of his herbs as the other uses a paw to destroy two deathberries under the weight of it, for a heartbeat, the silver tom panics wondering if the rest of the crimson berries were destroyed by Skyclaw's clanmate. His ears press flat against his skull as he blinks his eyes for a second seeing the large figure of a canid beast that continues to snarl, snap its jaws at him, and close the distance. He wishes Batwing were here in that heartbeat yet he blinks his earthy eyes once more to glare at Darkthistle "You killed one of your own! What did you wish for us to do?" Finally, he snaps back with his own fangs while the fur along his spine rises and he continues "Praise? A hero's welcome? You're a murderer!" He spat with venom dripping from his words as his claws continue to claw at the grass.

The tilt of Darkthistle's head is unnerving as if the smaller tom's examining a piece of prey or another throat to tear the meat from, Gentlestorm growls once more before letting out a yowl as Darkthistle lunges at him and uses claws to tear into his flesh. A hiss of pain slips from the older tom as he stumbles slightly from the sudden attack and swings out his own paw to try ripping into Darkthistle, unfortunately, it's sloppy and likely didn't find purchase but he snaps once more "You're wrong! Thunderclan has always been strong, you and the rest of your lot would bring us to ruin!" The large tom uses his bulk to try knocking the other off of him but stumbles back from the pain that comes from destroyed flesh and the blood drips onto blades of grass like crimson rain.

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

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ 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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[darkthistle]

The fight is on- and Darkthistle loves it. The edge of his life hangs on the balance, held between the paws of this enemy he's reduced to nothing more then a speedbump in his mind. His blood is rushing and the adrenaline makes his eyes come alive, widening with sickened bloodlust and a need to sate it. Grit teeth slip into a wide grin that was gleeful as Gentlestorm took the bait- or did he? No matter. Darkthistle would clean this up, destroy the herbs and the kittypet loving patients, and return to the real battlefield.

Gentlestorm's attack is clumsy- it barely nicks the side of his neck as he ducks away. Gentlestorm's rusty battle skills don't account for Darkthistle's much better controlled ones, ones that have been consistently tested since he became a warrior. Ploverhop. Doecry. Now Gentlestorm. "I didn't need any of that, any welcome! I wanted the outsiders gone. I wanted security in those better suited to the forests." He snapped back. Was that so wrong? Was it unjustifiable?

Darkthistle presses forward- the lunge forward hadn't had it's intended effect on the smaller, and his teeth were aimed to arc downwards to crunch down on Gentlestorm's front leg in a cruel maiming manuever. He needed the medicine cat to stop moving, for Star's sake. He had things to do.​

"speech"​

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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — Gentlestorm growls under his breath in frustration as his own attack barely nicks Darkthistle on the neck and the large medicine cat stumbles backwards hating that his skills weren't as honed as before, if only he had practiced more and hadn't been forced to rest in his nest due to the injuries Skylcaw had inflicted upon him. Darkthistle's quick to snap back saying that he wanted security for those better suited in the forest than those with kittypet blood, Gentlestorm's ready to argue in return until the fangs of the Skyclaw's dog sink into the flesh of his leg and it causes another hiss of pain to slip from his throat as crimson continues to paint the blades of grass crimson. With his free paw, the silver pelted tom strikes back once more attempting to score his claws onto the back of the other with a little more precision so the beast would release its grip on his limb.

If he manages to tear himself away, Gentlestorm lifts his injured leg slightly only to press it onto the earth wincing at the weight that he placed onto it. He swallows remembering the fawn that's tucked away in the safety of her nest and the large tom let's out a shaky pant as his gaze locks onto Darkthistle "Did you do it... ? You... did you hurt her?" In this moment, he feels like the shepherd defending his small flock of lambs away from the hungry, snapping jaws of a wolf that had strayed too far from its pack and a small part of him finds relief in it. "Answer me... ANSWER ME!" A snap of his jaws once more before he makes a hasty attempt to close the distance between them and swipe with his uninjured limb once more trying to aim for Darkthistle's ear to possibly nick it.

His mistake is being too close to his enemy and he winces as his leg gives in slightly as he stumbles once more despite how he tries to lift himself back up onto his paws. He couldn't die here... he can't.

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

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ 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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[darkthistle]

Darkthistle is beat off as Gentlestorm intends- claws rake into his back and he hisses in pain, instinctively letting go and scurrying back. Eyes flicked towards the patient nests again, and perhaps it was just enough that Gentlestorm picked up on his anxious quest. Amber eyes flit back towards the larger, and that cruel grin spread along his lips, this time bloodstained and more crazed then before. "That little pet project?" He all but purred. "Yes, what a shame, a failure to actually kill her. Though, you know, maybe the torture of survivin-"

He isn't given a chance to finish his statement as Gentlestorm rushes forward, his claws coming up. The smaller's ears are nicked and the grin falls, anger glowering in place of the joy as he strikes. Just as the medicine cat stumbles does Darkthistle go to bite down on Gentlestorm's shoulder, urging his jaws backwards to try and flay the shoulder. "You INTERRUPTED me!" He shrieked into the bite attempt.​

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"speech"​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — The way that the smaller tom refers Doepath as a little pet project causes his blood to boil as crimson seeps into his gaze once more threatening to blind him entirely yet he tries to anchor himself not wanting to lose sight. He wants to tear that grin off of the others maw and he succeeds when he barrels into the other who shrieks before biting down onto his shoulder causing more beads of crimson to roll down his snowy coat and leaving streaks of velvet, his eyes are narrowed as he let's out a shaky breath "I'll do more than interrupt you again..." Gentlestorm growls trying to shoulder through the pain that courses through his body in small waves and his ears are pinned against his skull once more as he snaps "I'll kill you... I'll KILL you." To Darkthistle it could be considered an empty threat considering how he currently had the upper hand but the medicine cat's serious about this as his voice trembles with anger.

Gentlestorm parts his own jaws to bite down onto the scruff of the warrior letting his fangs pierce flesh and in a single movement with as much brute strength that he can muster, he attempts to tear the warrior from his shoulder and onto the ground despite the intial damage he does to himself. A ragged breath slips from his jaws as blood drips from them and with a shaky paw, he begins to close the distance between him and Darkthistle. He ignores all the small puddles of velvet that ruin the greenery in his den, Gentlestorm pants as he breathes out once more "I'm going to kill you..." The mountain of fur snarls already preparing to lunge once more but the pain on his limb causes a bit of hesitance once more, the silver tom glancing over his shoulder briefly to Doepath... "I'm sorry, sweetpea..." He whispers under his breath... He's sorry that she must witness what he's going to do... It makes his stomach twist but he turns once more to face Darkthistle and flinches at the sudden blur of coal hued fur that lunges at him.

Idiot... Idiot... Why had he looked away?

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

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ 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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[darkthistle]

He is promised death- he doesn't want it. He denies it. He's turning away the thought of dying on this awful scented den's ground, turning away the thought of leaving his brother without family. His teeth are ripped free of Gentlestorm's shoulder just as his own scruff was bit into, a cry of pain leaving him as he rolls into the side of the den. His shoulders heave, trying to catch their breath, and Darkthistle turns his eyes towards his attacker once more.

Another promise of death- one he barks a laugh at- just as the larger cat turned his head away. No, there was no time wasted, no words said. Ink, ink of burnt night leapt forward. Teeth were aimed to snap down on Gentlestorm's throat, taloned claws digging into broader shoulders and ripping. They came up and down and up again, absolutely bloodying the medicine cat. "She's going to watch you die! DIE!" He screamed into the bite, amber eyes wide as blood flecked around them.​

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"speech"​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — tw; blood & gore

The large tom collaspses from the lunge and the feeling of teeth snapping down on his throat cause fro his eyes to widen, he can feel claws continuing to tear into his skin as Darkthistle tears through flesh and fur painting the ground around them red with his blood. A part of him wishes to close his eyes so that he may not see the damage being caused so that he doesn't feel the pain anymore and so he may rejoin her in the stars, she didn't need to wait for him anymore not with how everything's going. He can feel his lungs screaming for air as he struggles slightly but it doesn't seem like the smaller tom wants to let go of him and his eyes flutter for a moment, he could've sworn that he saw specks of starlight flying around them and he can feel his mouth growing dry. "Lit... tle... Wo...ff.." A pathetic croak slips out from his slightly parted jaws and he blinks his eyes trying to ignore the way his eyes want to roll back into his skull, how he uses to be embraced by his best friend lost to him many moons ago "B...at... wi... ng?"

The older tom wants to apologize that he wasn't able to keep his promise of watching over his and Leopardtongue's kittens, he tries to blink away the stinging feeling from his eyes as the world begins to spin around him from the loss of breath and blood. He wants to apologize to Hopepaw for promising that he would never leave her that Starclan would have to tear him away before he left her and Coalpaw, ha, what a fool he is now... How he wishes to apologize to Doepath for not saving her. "I... s... sor... ry..." Another blink of his copper pools and for a heartbeat, he thinks that he sees the blue fur of his fallen friend once more. Get up. Get up. Get up, Gentlestorm. A soft voice says in the back of his mind as it urges him to rise and it echoes throughout his brain... Panic causes his body to suddenly tremble and his eyes snap onto Darkthistle once more.

A bloodied paw rises despite how it violently shakes and once more with whatever strength that he can muster despite the loss of air, he strikes down once more like lightning tearing through the stilled air and striking its foe head on. The sudden pained shriek that rips into the tense air and the loosening of jaws, Gentlestorm's head hits the ground with a thud as he greedily gasps for air and his sides begin to rise and fall in a quick manner. A few coughs make his body violently shake and rattle, the blue fur and stars that once speckled the air disappearing. The silence he once embraced now interrupted by the shrill, pain screams of Darkthistle as he writhes. The silvery tom winces noticing something round near his paw but he looks away not wishing to gaze upon it longer as he weakly turns to see clawmarks across the face of his enemy and a bleeding, empty socket.

His stomach lurches yet there's a small sliver of satisfaction... He shakily pushes himself to his paws and tries to regulate his breathing, Gentlestorm pants as the world continues to spin and each step that he takes, he feels dizzy. He leans against the rock shelf for support but it causes something to roll out in front of him and if he hadn't blinked once more, he likely would've confused it for the blood that paints the blades of grass...

Deathberries.

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

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ 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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[darkthistle]

// tw for blood, gore, and death!

For but a moment, he is joyful. He will succeed. He will rip Gentlestorm from his allies just as his parents were ripped from him, just as he lost his family, so will those that kiss up to the medicine cat. His little 'family' was no secret, a ring of cats that followed him and defied Skyclaw. His thoughts are briefly stolen to the war outside the medicine den as his jaws stay affixed, how he misses the names that slip from trembling jaws. How he missed all the warning signs of what was about to happen.

A shriek leaves Darkthistle as the claws tear over his eyes, staggering backwards and yowling. Blood drips down from his now empty eye socket and joins with that of Gentlestorm's still staining his maw and front. No, Darkthistle hadn't yet gotten to bite down hard enough to kill the medicine cat, but the wound- "My eye. My eye! Please! I can't- Help me!" Darkthistle cried out. His one good eye, stained red with blood, swung towards Gentlestorm, following his vision to the berries... "Medicine. Give it to me!" He shrieked.

In Darkthistle's folly, he hadn't been there for the lesson warning them on the poison, and he was half-blind. In his foolishness, he rushed forward, mouth snapping down on the berries and rearing back. He danced to the opposite end of the cramped den, swallowing the death berry. A cruel smile spread across his face, waiting for the bliss of pain leaving, or his bloodflow slowing... but instead he is sickened. "What did you do to me." He rasps, tongue red from blood and berry.

No, the pain only grew worse, enough to stagger him, bring him to his stomach. A weak cry left him, and he began to convulse and twitch, the deathberry's effect taking over his control. The pain was resounding, absolutely nothing he's ever felt came close to it. Not even losing his parents- his eye rolled into his head, shrieks of pain turning into quiet whimpers until he was gone.

The medicine den was quiet once more.​

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"speech"​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — tw; blood & gore

He watches the younger warrior cries out for the medicine cat to help him and a small part inside of the silver tom is tempted to do so since its his duty but then Darkthistle catches sight of the deathberries. Gentlestorm parts his jaws to warn the other not to eat them but its too late as they're scooped up by the jaws of the exiled tomcat and that cruel grin appears on the jaws of Darkthistle but it doesn't stay for long as he accuses. "What did you do to me?" Gentlestorm finds himself mute and unable to speak as his gaze flickers over to the yarrow that could reverse the effects of swallowing deathberries, Darkthistle could've been saved but... The former warrior stumbles forward watching as Skyclaw's follower crumples onto the ground from the pain and its his turn, the blue tom tilts his helm to the side in morbid curiosity as Darkthistle writhes and his copper eyes light up with interest. "I... told you..." The medicine cat begins as the shrieks turn into pathetic little whimpers as he limps over towards the smaller tom as his pupils narrow once more, the blood drips from his throat and all the wounds the dark warrior had inflicted upon him, "I... I would... I'd kill you..." It hadn't been the deathberries... It had been him... He's the young warrior's grim reaper and he accepts it with satisfaction knowing that his clan would be safe.

The distance between them is closed as Darkthistle continues to whimper like some pathetic apprentice that had gotten a thorn in his paw or scolded by his mentor, his ears angle forward watching as the eyes of the warrior roll to the back of his head and his eyes glaze over. "You won't... ever... hurt them... again..." He suddenly sobs out as tears form in the corners of his eyes as they roll down his cheeks and for a moment, he ducks his head wishing to apologize to Starclan and those who bore witness to the sin he had committed but all he can see is crimson... It's still there lingering in his gaze even as he stares down at the stilled form of Darkthistle. His lips drawn back into a silent snarl as his jaws part with teeth glistening from the blood that trickles from his maw and chin, his teeth pierce into flesh and without realizing it, Gentlestorm begins to mercilessly tear through it. Die... Die... DIE... DIE...

Wolfish snarls, growls, and snapping of his jaws ruin the silence that he had once welcomed with open arms and his jaws find purchase onto the throat of Darkthistle before ripping the meat away. His vision blinded by his anger and blurred by the tears that still slip down his cheeks, a sorrow squeezing at his heart yet there's a grim satisfaction to hearing the ripping and tear of flesh. He blinks as everything around him goes dark and with another bat of his eyelashes, the tomcat stares down at the damage down to Darkthistle... The same if not worse than what the young warrior had done to Gentlestorm. Clumps of fur and flesh thrown to the sides after he had torn away at the other and he can feel how dry his mouth feels as he swallows down the sudden disgust as bile threatens to slip from his bloodied jaws.

"Great Starclan..." The bloodied healer says with a few ragged pants leaving him and he allows his body to lower itself to the ground, he blinks the fat tears away from his eyes and a mournful wail tears itself out from his throat. What had he done? He swallows down the bile once more as he lets out a few whimpers of his own and places his large paws over his head, "I'm s... sorry... forgive me... forgive me..." The damage is done... His snowy fur completely soaked with his own blood and that of Darkthistle, his ears pressed down against his skull as he drags himself away from the dead warrior. His gaze still blurry as he sniffles with his claws digging into the earth and tearing at the blades of velvet kissed grass, his world spins even faster and he can't push himself to his paws anymore. All the strength drained from his muscles as he begins to grow limp.

He didn't mean to... He didn't mean to stoop down to the wolf's level and yet here he is... Is he no better? Gentlestorm doesn't know as he lays on his side with another shaky breath and apology, his eyes focusing onto the fawn pelt of Doepath. He parts his jaws but snaps them shut lest he bite once more and puts a blood crusted paw over his muzzle, Starclan forbid, his head still dizzy as he mumbles another soft apology and his body shakes with another sob... Gentlestorm heaves another breath as he struggles to keep his eyes open. A long, muffled whine leaving the snow furred beast's jaws before he too falls quiet.

The medicine den falls silent once more for the final time.

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

• ooc — uh-oh! old man down!

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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
  ✦ 58 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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