private YOU'VE GOT ONE SHOT // gentlestorm

[skyclaw]

Skyclaw isn't an entire fool - foolish, certainly, but even he knows when nature will best him. He knows that in time, he will have to find Gentlestorm and request treatment. And it will be then that the tom will decide whether he's worth the 'wasted herbs' or whether he should be allowed to fester in sickness and wither away. Skyclaw knows the pale furred tom wouldn't, however he doesn't dare think it the virtue of his position that gifts Gentlestorm grace. No - Gentlestorm loved Little Wolf. And Little Wolf would hate to see one of her living sons die of something completely and entirely preventable; murdered effectively by the very tom who was supposed to hold her heart. Shame.

Still in the moment he does not anticipate herbs to be smeared over his pelt. He's cleaned himself of blood and combed his fur in jagged, unkempt ways in an attempt to hide his injuries. Skyclaw, in truth, came to the medicine den to check on Fallowpaw. The shaggy furred apprentice isn't his apprentice, of course, but she's the only one that entered a scuffle with him. There's some comradery in that. He doesn't see her immediately, however, and instead spies the glowering sepia gaze of the medicine cat.

"... I'm leaving," Skyclaw says, frowning, and turning to try and do exactly that.

[ injuries! scrapes on his arms + a gash on the front of his neck/throat :) ]​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Gentlestorm had been grateful that Fallowpaw had cooperated instead of choosing to be defiant like Skyclaw had been earlier, he likely would've scruffed the other yet he chose to be kind enough not to publicly humiliate Little Wolf's son. To a defy a medicine cat seemed outrageous though he knows it's possible especially that night Howlingstar was injured only to insist on going to the gathering, he knew that he likely wouldn't have been able to make her stay either but the moment she returned from it... He had been ready to escort her to the leaders den immediately with herbs ready to treat reopened wounds that the wolves had lift behind. He'd never refuse to treat the wounds of anyone nor would he let someone die of infection as that isn't his duty. What would Berryheart think of his choice if he let anyone die and wither away from their wounds to refuse treatment due to their actions? I wouldn't be a medicine cat. The mountainous tom thinks simply though he breaks away from his own thoughts when he hears approaching paws, he wonders if it's Fallowpaw's sisters coming to visit her and see her current condition.

His copper gaze locks onto the mismatched pelt of Skyclaw and the tom has the nerve to claim that he's leaving, Gentlestorm feels the way that his own muscles tense up. A fool would let him walk away once more but the ghostly pelted tom isn't a fool nor will he continue to take the tom's childish defiance recalling the way that their eyes had met. The same spite a child would have towards their parent and for a heartbeat, the pale healer ponders a different world if Little Wolf had lived... Would Skyclaw have accepted him as their father or defied him just the same? It's a fleeting thought that he doesn't entertain when the young warrior makes the mistake of turning his back to him and Gentlestorm breaks his silence by speaking "No, you aren't." It's said plainly, just as Skyclaw had, like a fact.

Large snowy paws take a few stride to close the gap between them and Gentlestorm reaches forward to attempt grabbing the young warrior by the scruff, if he succeeds, he pulls with enough force that would sweep the other off of his paws to drag him back into the den. The former warrior using his strength and brute force to shove Skyclaw back so that his mountainous frame blocks the only exit of the den "You will comply or so help me, I'll hold you down if I must." Dark honeyed gaze focused on copper pools reflecting the same stern look from earlier how a parent would look to their disobedient kit.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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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.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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