private you won’t see me fall apart ☀️ gentlestorm

[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

The she-cat carries no offerings in her jaw this morning, with her son tucking himself away in the herb-laden depths of Gentlestorms den, her presence there growing less and less uncommon. Nowadays, she had more business there than an impromptu platonic lunch date.

The scent of blood is not all that uncommon, but it is a strong crimson slap to the face when the warrior slips into the fern shelter, her ears flattening against the metal she breathes in. She quickens her gait slightly, coming through the stone entrance with less of her usual civil tentativeness.

Immediately, something is wrong- Roeflame knows. Rusted blood coats blades of thick grass, the scent in here is laced with fear and the same soured scent that had drawn her in so quickly. “Gentlestorm?” Roeflame finds the healers mountainous figure quickly, though as she approaches her gaze is quick to fall to the older tom’s sides. “Stars- what the fuck?” In one last stride, the warrior approaches her medicine cat's side, rage visibly building up in the she-cats expression as she is given a closer look. “Who- did Skyclaw this to you? I’ll kill him.” Her tongue twists in her anger, head shaking with a fire that had been successfully suppressed until now. Her tail lashes from behind the warrior, forcing her pupils back to Gentlestorm, head still shaking.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  @GENTLESTORM
  
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — Gentlestorm felt utterly useless laying in his nest on his uninjured side so that he didn't end up accidentally taking off the cobwebs that had been placed there by Hopepaw and Orangepaw, he still remembers how it hurt and even now it stung. He would likely need to see about Softpaw redressing his wounds seeing as he had given her a small lesson about infections and cleaning the wound though if it hadn't been for his nephew as well as Orangepaw, he surely would've bled out and died. The sound of someone approaching his den causes his entire body to tense up until the voice of Roeflame makes him lose some of the tension in his muscles and he breathes out in relief but pauses as he glances in her direction "Roeflame..." The silvery tom manages to say with a slight rasp to his voice and what she says next about Skyclaw makes the older tom pin his ears against his helm, he shakes his head as he says with a frown on his maw "No... that would be a foolish attempt." He adjusts his position slightly so he could focus his gaze onto her so she knew that he's being serious.

"It would be suicide mission." Another shake of his helm and his snout wrinkles with frustration as his claws dig into his own nest only to tear at the material, "You can't do it... Your kits need you and Burnstorm does as well. Flamewhisker and the rest of the council need you..." The large tom tiredly rests his head on his paws feeling the exhaustion begin to drag him down but he refuses to sleep especially with so many wolves lurking within the clan and ready to kill, maul, and maim anyone that looked at Skyclaw the wrong way. "I need you... I want you to live..." He breathes out tiredly as both of his ears angle forward, his tired eyes trying to read her expression and hoping that his words are enough to deter her so that she didn't throw her life away for him... Him, of all cats. He knows that Burnstorm would never forgive him if anything happened to Roeflame due to his own foolishness.

"Keep your head up, friend... Skyclaw's rule won't last." Gentlestorm finally says trying to sound like he's certain of it but in the deepest part of his mind, he can't help but feel a sliver of doubt that they would live through this hell and he doesn't know if he could endure it. He wouldn't bend or break to Skyclaw's will but he knows if the chimera continued to rule over Thunderclan, well, the medicine cats time would be limited and he would hit his expiration date soon enough. "Things can't stay like this... there's an imbalance... there's no order." He continues as his head shifts slightly on his forepaws in an attempt to get comfortable despite the complete and utter discomfort.

⡠﹞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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