private WOLF FATHER [ gentlestorm ]

[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) tentative pawsteps herald the arrival of a tall, slender figure pushing gently past hue-turning leaves into a small clearing. ferns line the area, blocking it off from the bustling hurry of the rest of camp, and the figure breathes a small sigh. clutched between ivory teeth, a plump mouse hangs, gently hitting cream and white chest fur every time it swings. verdant eyes flick anxiously about the small clearing, pink nose twitching as it scents for this den's occupant. a mixture of herbs and the iron scent of dried blood roams the air, left over from the bloodbath days prior. basilpaw finally scents the one he seeks and his gaze turns toward the shadows, making out the rough shape of the hulking medicine cat.

"gentlestorm?" he mumbles through the mouse-tail, meeting dark amber eyes with fern ones of his own. setting the prey down at his paws, the apprentice gently pushes the creature towards the older tom and dips his head. "i wanted to, uhm, come and check on you." he shuffles his paws, suddenly awkward and worried he's wasting the man's time. "you've been working so hard, an' i just wanted to know, um. are you alright?"

genuine worry rings true in the apprentice's vocals, this shy concern good deal different to how he used to act before... everything. gone is the rambunctious troublesome kit of a boy, replaced by a worn and anxious teen. "is there anything i could do to help?"

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

• // @GENTLESTORM mwah "#FAC966"
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  BASILPAW 𖤓 HE / THEY, APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. MENTORED BY CAMPIONSONG. SIBLING TO MERLINPAW, WOLFPAW. 7 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, and he has ferny-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The silver tom had been carefully curled in his nest laying on the side where it hurt the least and his eyes were closed with his sides rising and falling yet he did not truly sleep... Not when Wrathpaw slept underneath the same stone cieling as him, Gentlestorm's nose begins to twitch at the smell of prey and the small voice that beckons for his attention is enough for his eyes to flutter open. It took him a moment to adjust to the darkeness of his den as he regards the cream tomkit that stood in front of him before setting the mouse down and asks if he's alright, its enough to make the older tom tilt his helm to the side recalling when he had a similiar conversation with Orangepaw some time ago. The thought of the newer generation shredding any form of concern for him makes his heart ache within his chest and offers a tired smile, Gentlestorm allows a shaky breath to slip from his scruffy jaws before speaking "I'm... a... alright..." Or as alright as he could be given his circumstances and escaping the claws of death once more by a whisker.

Basilpaw asks if there's anything he could do to help him and Gentlestorm let's out a hoarse hum of thought as he ponders this over, his eyes focusing onto the mouse that the apprentice had brought him and motions a large paw to "Y... you... ca... can... he... help me... ea...t... this... Sh... share w... ith... me..." The medicine cat lifts his head enough so he could take a bite before nudging the mouse in the direction of Basilpaw as he chews on the meat only to swallow, he winces in the slightest due to how rough his throat feels but he tries his best to ignore it. Gentlestorm glances to the other nests occupied by his patients then turns his attention to the tabbied apprentice, "T... this... is a... go... ood... m... mou... se... perhaps... yo... you... could... se... see tha... that... those... here... get a... piece... o... of... prey... too."

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
  ✦ 59 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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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) the medicine cat offers a wan smile, one basilpaw returns as he steps closer. approval glows in the boy's gaze as he blinks kindly. gentlestorm's voice is rusty, rough from injury and not for the first time does basilpaw curses skyclaw, wherever he may be now. "okay," the boy agrees, bending to take a small bite of the mouse. the meaty flavor sings on his tongue as he chews, and he remembers suddenly how hungry he actually is.

the medicine cat compliments him, and he ducks his head, a quiet smile floating across his maw. "thanks, i caught it myself," he'll admit, remembering the hard-won battle between himself and this particular creature. he hadn't even been an apprentice for a full moon before the insurrection, which means getting back into the normalcy of training is difficult. still, it's nice to not be beholden to a tyrant anymore. gentlestorm offers him a task and the cream boy snatches it up eagerly. "of course!" he promises, nodding vigorously. verdant eyes fall upon the nests at the far end of the den, a vague acknowledgment of a more distasteful presence within the den. flamestar had said they had to take care of wrathpaw, he knows this, but it still feels... bad.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

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  BASILPAW 𖤓 HE / THEY, APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. MENTORED BY CAMPIONSONG. SIBLING TO MERLINPAW, WOLFPAW. 6 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, and he has ferny-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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