camp your pink pony girl ♕ RESCUE

[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ The scent of ShadowClan is long behind them now yet Braveheart couldn't remember a single step for their trip back to camp. When the acrid scent of hot pavement was lost is a haze, his mind fogged while his body moved through muscle memory through the thick greenery that made ThunderClans home. His heart beat twice as fast for every second he and his patrolmate carried the battered form of a friend.

An innocent life reliant on his quickness once again, but this time he was useless in preventing anything more than mediation. This was no badger to lure away or prey to sacrifice for- it had already happened. It downright may have already sealed Doepath's fate if was no match for Gentlestorm's skill.

"Make room!" Braveheart's voice cracked from the despair wrapped around his heart, pushing through the waxy leaves covering the ravines entrance. He parted from Carrionshriek's side gently to run ahead into the medicine den, blue eyes wide with panic. "Set her down here, this nest." He directed the warrior before finally looking to his uncle. "A-A ShadowClanner was- Doepa- Doe got- a monster came and..." His teeth clenched together as he tightened his jaw, any efforts to hold back tears in vain.

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ooc Information

• ooc: — @doecry ࿔ @GENTLESTORM @antlerpoison @FALLOWBITE @Carrionshriek but no need to wait for these folks :)
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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — Gentlestorm feels his stomach twisting with discomfort as he lays in his nest unable to rest as he thinks about everything happening, the injuries, rounding up warriors for Flamewhisker's cause, and that last talk that he had with Doepath. Her confession to him ringing in his ears that she felt if she were being hunted or that feeling that she'd die and his paws press further into his nest. Where are you? The pale tom thinks as his gaze focuses onto the plantation that drapes over his den wondering if she would arrive and ease all of his nerves so that he could see that she's alright... that she's alive and so he knows that the wolves hadn't gotten to her, that their teeth didn't tear at small fawn that he had helped from the moment they met. Perhaps, he's worrying too much and he should focus more on his own injuries so that he could heal properly... It would be for the best, yes, rest would be good for him.

He rests his on large front paws and allows his body to sink into the comfort of his nest, Gentlestorm feels like its an eternity before his eyes flutter shut so he could sleep until Doepath came to visit him. The thought enough soothes his mind enough that it allows him to finally fall asleep and curl into a ball with paws over his muzzle, he must dream of happier days for there would be change soon enough. He trusts Flamewhisker and has done his part to ensure that it worked... They would all be safe once more...

The ruckus from camp causes him to stir immediately as he jolts upwards with a pained hiss escaping his jaws, his mind groggy from the sleep but he can hear someone shouting to make room and the sound of approaching pawsteps makes the healer bristle wondering who it could be. He wanted to ask what was going on but the words were stuck in his throat when he saw his nephew, Carrionshriek, and ... Doepath come into his den. They move her to a nest so that's laying down and Braveheart begins to explain what happened but his words fall onto deaf ears, the recovering medicine cat only able to hear a faint ringing as he thinks back on his conversation with Doepath. His throat tightens as he swallows down a painful wail not wanting to alarm everyone around them, his copper eyes focused on the blood and the faint smell of asphalt.

"I keep getting this horrible feeling.... Like I'm being hunted... Like I'm going to die..."

Gentlestorm should've told her to stay in his den where she'd be safe now... now... His eyes beginning to sting as a few tears form already threatening to fall and the large tom can feel how shaky his legs feel as he tries to push himself onto his paws. The silvery tom swallows the bile that forms in his throat as he stumbles forward "N... no... no... no..." Her stilled form reminds him of all the cats that he's lost after all these moons, he blinks his eyes trying to rid himself of the tears that blur his gaze but every time he closes his eyes, he sees the different pelts of those that are gone. Little Wolf... Berryheart... Batwing... Sunfreckle... Wolfwind... Magpiepaw... Howlingstar... He shakes his head wanting to drape himself over Doepath's form so that he could hold her and hope that her wounds pass onto him, that she'd be okay. For a heartbeat, he forgets that he's a medicine cat and wants to croak out for anyone to help her... anyone...

"As long as I'm here and able to run to you, you won't die... I don't care if they reopen... I'm sincere... you won't die."

... help her... help her please... help... help me...

Why were they standing there? Why did they look to him? Why weren't they helping her? "H...he... help..." A pathetic whisper wills itself from his throat as he continues to blink away the fat tears from his eyes and the sight of crimson on a fawn colored coat makes his stomach twist, a shaky breath slipping from his jaws and he keeps his eyes shut for longer. ... you can't die... I won't allow you... Despite the tears in his eyes and the ringing in his ears, Gentlestorm forces himself to focus as he draws out another shaky breath before limping carefully to where he had a bundle of herbs at ready for any other injuries since the takeover but his paws shake as he reaches for it, it shouldn't be her... He can't afford to keep losing those closest to him.

He manages to pick it up despite his sniffling and sobbing as he draws closer as the smell of blood and the Thunderpath become overwhelming to his nose. Gentlestorm ignores the presence of everyone else that's present there as if he had tunnel vision and the only one that he could see is Doepath laying there as if she's asleep. "O...out... give me..." Once more, he struggles to will the words from his throat as they crack under pressure and the emotion weighing down on him, "... Give me space to work ..." Large paws pull apart the bundle as he begins to grab at the wet moss to clean at the injuries and for a moment, he presses his nose into the crook of her neck and a lone arm wraps her in a quick embrace being careful not to press too much weight or pressure.

"I got you... little fawn..." They won't get you again... I won't let them get you... He promises to her as he finishes up cleaning the blood and putting the necessary pressure to her wounds, he swallows thickly as he grabs the cobwebs and marigold as his movements become more fluid and quick but his paws shake. Despite the bout of anxiety that has him in its hold, Gentlestorm can feel his blood beginning to boil as he wonders who could've done this... He doubts Doepath would be clumsy enough to stumble onto the Thunderpath... Wolfwind and Cobwebtail would've shown her better. His pupils narrow into thin slits as his gaze shifts over to the entrance of his den as crimson seeps into his gaze.

Who had done this?

⡠﹞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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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- there was that feeling again. that feeling that makes his stomach twist and his chest ache. he doesn't have a name for it, he doesn't think, but there's something painful about it that he doesn't know how to talk about or even address. it's not a good feeling and because of that he pushes it away. he doesn't wish to deal with it at all– he wants to pretend like it's not there. he is one of the few that don't leave the den– this den has become a second home to him, and a place of comfort and solitude. why wouldn't it? he's in here all the time– and thus he finds himself itching to help when he sees her. oh. why does it hurt so bad to see her like this? what had happened? ...they'd just become friends and now... all my friends keep getting hurt... and I can't do anything about it, mama. what do i do? how can I keep this from happening– how can i keep them safe? they deserve to be safe, don't they, mama?

he begs in his mind, hoping she'll hear from the stars. they had to help. starclan had to help all of them through all of this... right? they couldn't just leave them out to dry. stars, please, don't leave them to this darkness that suffocates the clan so easily.

"can i help at all, gentlestorm? you need to rest, too. you're... your wounds... and doe... doe are you... what can i do to help you?"

i need to be useful. please. please. i can be a good apprentice!! i can help with whatever!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO USE LOOKING OUT ⋅❁⋅ ITS WITHIN THAT BRINGS THAT LONELY FEELING ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, and a broken left hind leg
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[antlerbreeze]

Make room!

That is the first thing that indicated to her anything was wrong. The yowling of a cat she knew well was enough that Antler was bounding from the shadows with wide yellow eyes- ones that pinched in desperation, wet with tears as she saw why Braveheart was yelling so. When she saw why- she swallowed, staggering aside with her ears laying backwards. She wasn't even sure when her rump hit the ground, why her side ached so badly- yes, yes she was sure. She just collapsed, she knew her side hurt from Skyclaw. She wasn't even supposed to be out of her nest, was she?

Long breaths were taken before she staggered back to where she was supposed to be resting. Antler had been out to dirtplace and slowly, carefully, making her way back when Braveheart and someone else was bringing back Doe. Doe- Doe, her little body twisted and bleeding and- her breath hitched as Antler staggered into the Med Den and into her nest, watching as Orangepaw grew close to Gentlestorm, where the larger's form blocked Doe from her vision.

"She's fine. She's fine, right? She's okay? Tell me she's okay. Please." Antler begged. And from where she lay, she could almost feel Skyclaw's malice poisoning her. It was his fault. His fault, his fault. Vision darted towards Gentlestorm, then away, ears flattening against her head.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND KNOW THAT MEANWHILE ⋅❁⋅ RISES THE MOON ──┐‎

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• ANTLERPOISON she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[doepath ࿔]

The return back to camp is just glimpses of earth-tones. The sky, dappled by leaf-strewn canopies. The shifting ruggedness of tree trunks. The shifting blades of ferns, how they tickle the numb spots of a body that should most definitely be hers. Is it mine? The thought is so confusing and far too philosophical for her to piece together... teeth grit together in an uncomfortable, jostling sensation, one that sends a pulsing pain through her temples. A headache...? Why?

It goes unconsidered before it's just inky blackness again. By the time noise comes into focus again, it is a heavy, shaking breath that sounds far too loud to be her own. Something presses down, a swath of warmth, an embrace so tender. "I got you...- She's okay?" Her nose wrinkles slightly, the tiniest response she can muster a small 'mmm' of relief... or maybe just an acknowledgement she can hear. "Little- Tell me- fawn- she's okay."

The conversation blurs together in a vibrating lack of clarity, worsened by the struggle to focus past the burning heat of a body fighting to keep itself together. Tensed to keep itself still... so still.... so still that barely even her chest dares to move so as not to risk the throbbing ache that comes with breathing.

It reminds her, lips hardly parted for a whispered complaint, "It..... hurts....." Did they know? Could they hear her? Had she even managed it on what little air she dared to hold onto? Ear strain for an answer.... "So.... tired...." The buzzing ambiance grows louder... deafening.... and then it's quiet again.​