private YOUR TIME STARTS NOW ʚїɞ gentlestorm

[Softsight]

Gentlestorm is the first cat that Softpaw seeks out in the aftermath of Skyclaw's takeover of ThunderClan. Without Howlingstar, without Flamewhisker taking up her proper mantle, without the right order of things, Softpaw finds herself feeling more lost than she ever has before. How strange it is to feel out of place in your own home, but it's what she's feeling right now knowing that she's surrounded by cats that support Skyclaw's coup. She knows that there are still cats out there that are against his rule, but with Flamewhisker's direction to stand down and the threat pressuring them into silence, she also knows that to speak out would only mean punishment.

What she does know is that she can trust Gentlestorm, no matter what. He was one of Howlingstar's closest friends, and even in his silence, Softpaw knows - or at least, wants to believe - that he'd never bend so easily to the regime that Skyclaw's put in place. He would never condemn the kittypet-blooded ThunderClanners to wander the lands aimlessly, driving them from their home.

"Gentlestorm," she whispers as she enters the medicine cat's den, half-surprised that she was able to get the cat's full name out of her mouth. She'd had an ulterior reason for visiting, and that was so that she could explain to Gentlestorm that she'd been having trouble speaking in the aftermath of all that had happened. She hadn't been able to speak back to Redflower when the she-cat had made demands, but as she spoke now, she found herself just as able, if not a bit quiet, to talk as she normally did. "I... thought I couldn't speak. I couldn't, earlier." She lays out, frowning.

"Are..." Softpaw glances over her shoulder. With any luck, Skyclaw didn't have eyes and ears everywhere. Not yet, at least. "Is everything going to be okay?" It's a childish question, Softpaw knows this. But it's the question that's been weighing on her mind, and she hadn't had the chance to ask anyone it yet.

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• ! @GENTLESTORM
  

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• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, eleven moons
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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — The medicine cat's pelt prickles at the sound of approaching pawsteps and it causes him to tense up, he wonders if it's Skyclaw himself or one of his followers but he stashes away the red berries that he had been counting over to make sure they were all there. He's ready to growl for them to go away but its swallowed the moment he sees that familiar pale pelt that belonged to Softpaw and the way she whispers causes a small frown to form on his face though its out of concern. A breath of relief slips from his jaws before he uses a large paw to motion for her to step further into his den and once she does, he pushes himself upwards so he may sit on his haunches to see what the issue is. She mentions having thought she couldn't speak that it had been an issue earlier and Gentlestorm's scruffy brows knit together as he listens closely to her before parting his own jaws to speak "It must be from shock and fear." His dark eyes skim her to truly make sure that she hadn't been harmed during the sudden takeover and he offers a shake of his head, "The sudden death of someone so well known can cause that... No one ever expected..." It's better left unsaid since its already known as they're living in discomfort and unease of their own home that was meant to be safe to them.

"Is everything going to be okay?"

It reminds him of his conversation that he had with Orangepaw a few days prior and he glances at the red tabby tom that's sound asleep, the rise and fall of his sides is comfort enough. He turns his focus to Softpaw once more with a blink of his dark eyes, he knows that he can't promise anything to her but reassurance never hurt. "As of right now, no..." He begins in a calm voice making sure that his tone is soft enough for none of Skyclaw's followers to hear him and he blink his gaze once more trying his best not to glance in the direction that he had hid the deathberries. The quick thought of pulling the same trick they had on Coltkit and Ivorypaw seemed tempting as of right now, he wanted to see them writhe and panic just the same but things would go differently. Gentlestorm would let them die and he'd watch the familiar glaze of death slip over their eyes. The bulky tom quickly pushes away the thought and clears his throat "But soon enough, it will be. Howlingstar's council were picked for a reason..."

He pauses as he glances to the mouth of his den as he whispers for Softpaw's ears alone "In due time, Softpaw. Skyclaw will regret what he did... One way or another." Surely, Flamewhisker and the rest of the council were already feeling the itch in their claws to tear the chimera tomcat from his psuedo throne. But for now, they must remain obedient and silent for their own safety as well as their families. "In due time..." He repeats to her only to straighten his posture to glance over at the rock shelf that held his herbs and pauses as he thinks over quietly to himself, Moonbeam's absence is one that he's grateful for but if anything were to happen to him or his clanmates... "Would you care to join me in a brief lesson? So that you may take your mind off all of this..." He dares not to hold a public herb lesson not after what had happened with the last one.

⡠﹞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
• 
  ✿ 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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[Softsight]

From shock and fear. Softpaw thought over Gentlestorm's words carefully. She hadn't even considered that something like that could cause such a thing, but now that she was thinking about it, it made sense; something similar to grief, perhaps, in that losing someone like that could result in a loss of control of some things. She wanted to smile, knowing that Gentlestorm would have the answers to questions like that, but he doesn't have all the answers.

Lots of things could be learned, that much was true. Gentlestorm had learned from Dawnglare, and Berryheart before him; and similarly, Softpaw had learned from Honeydapple when the now-permanent queen had been her mentor. Teaching was a beautiful thing that did wonders, but there wasn't any teaching in the world that could have prepared even Gentlestorm for Skyclaw's recent actions. But she trusted him, just as she trusted the rest of Howlingstar's council - she knew that Flamewhisker's order to hold back would only stand for so long, just until everyone could get back on their paws after the shock had warn off.

"He has to. Howlingstar was his own grandmother." Softpaw agrees quietly, giving Gentlestorm's words a small nod. In due time, everything would come back to order, even if nothing would ever be the same again. her ears perk up when Gentlestorm offers for her to join him in a small lesson, and she looks up at the tom with a curious look. She had always wondered what Gentlestorm's work was like, and here he was, offering her the chance to learn more than she might.

"I think that would be nice." She says, straightening up. "What will we be learning?" She wanted to absorb anything that Gentlestorm was about to show her properly, so that she wouldn't forget. Though she knew Gentlestorm's presence was quite grand, she also knew that he stretched himself thin on occasion - it would be nice to know even some basics in case something happened in his absence.

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• !
  

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• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, eleven moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — Gentlestorm nods as she agrees with him only to find a faint smile on his maw as she seems willingly enough to learn something from him and it briefly reminds him of Moonbeam. "I shall teach you the basics... This one being crucial despite being a small lesson." The silver pelted tom explains as he walks to the shelf that held his herbs before carefully plucking out marigold, cobwebs, poppy seeds, and lastly oak leaves which he carefully places onto the ground in front of Softpaw. "Do you recognize any of these?" He inquires as he awaits her answer knowing that she must've seen him use them or bring back these herbs frequently to camp after searching for them in the forest, his ears angling forward so that he may listen closely. If she didn't then he had no issue in telling her what it is or what purpose each herb served, he would teach her about treating flesh wounds and how to keep infection away.

He thinks of scenarios where perhaps he may get injured and there may be areas that even he couldn't reach so if he prepared ahead of time by teaching Softpaw a little bit then they would all benefit from it. Gentlestorm has seen her interest in what he does and he can faintly recall that she had gone to ask Dawnglare questions only to turn to him once the other tom had left to return home. He thinks of what she asked... Why he had become medicine cat and he can recall his answer, it hadn't been noble or that's how he had seen it. Berryheart had cast out the offer after Lichenpaw had passed and Gentlestorm had been big help when the mottled tom had no apprentice of his own, Berryheart mentioned the chance of the large tom seeing his deceased mate again. A slim chance... But he had been hopeful and selfish... He had taken it.

Despite his willingness, he had lost the rights to having kittens of his own and much more in the code that the rest of the medicine cats had put together before he had joined their ranks. Sometimes, he wonders if things had been different if he would've still pursued the path of a medicine cat but it isn't something he dwells on for long as his gaze locks onto Softpaw. If she were to answer him then he nods and continues the lesson "Marigold helps stop the bleeding and staves off infection for the most part. Oak leaves help with infection as well if marigold doesn't do the job. Poppy seeds are for the pain but don't ever give them to a nursing queen, they're to be given dandelion—" He pauses as he leans back to pluck the bloom from his shelf so Softpaw could get a good look at it, he didn't think he needed to go over what use cobwebs had "Any questions?"

⡠﹞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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[Softsight]

Softpaw peers at the herbs that Gentlestorm sets down on the ground, eyes raking over the plants as she takes them in. She recognizes them, vaguely - cobwebs she knows well, as she is sure most do. She also recognizes poppy seeds and is able to tell their use - "Poppies are for pain," - but her knowledge falters when it comes to the usages for marigold and oak leaves. Admittedly, she isn't sure of what use the leaves would even be, but that's what she was here to learn.

She listens carefully as Gentlestorm explains the uses for the herbs that she doesn't know: marigold to stop bleeding and, alongside oak leaves, can keep away infection. She takes a mental note that poppies should never be given to nursing queens, and instead they should be given dandelion. "What is the reason why poppy seeds aren't good for nursing queens?" She asks, looking over the herbs one last time before she looked back up at the medicine cat.

It's a strange feeling, being able to openly ask her questions as she sees fit, given permission and indulged by Gentlestorm - it was similar to how Softpaw had first felt when she had been apprenticed and given a mentor, but there was something that felt more rewarding here and now learning about herbs than she had felt when asking about something like climbing.

Still, there was part of her that hesitated - when she had spoken with Dawnglare, SkyClan's medicine cat had made it seem as though she were nothing, at least in his worldview; she didn't have the same "call" that he apparently had received, and when she'd spoken with Gentlestorm about the same concept, he hadn't particularly referred to it as a call. She knew better than to overthink Dawnglare's words - the tom was a bit... unusual in his approach - but she couldn't help but wonder what constituted a call in his opinion; wondered if she would ever be more than what Dawnglare had already declared her to be.

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• !
  

• 

• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, eleven moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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