YOU'VE GOT TIME / gentlestorm

[SWIFTDAWN]

It doesn't take a smart cat to notice that Swiftdawn has been avoiding some of their Clanmates. Whenever Campionsong or Gentlestorm look their way, the pale warrior always seems to sidle elsewhere. They strike up conversation with someone else, tag along suddenly with a hunting patrol; anything, it seems, to confront the ever-growing truth of their ever-growing underside. It's unlike them: historically, they've been the sort to put their head down and figure out a plan as soon as they feel the need to make one. But it seems that with regards to the kits they carry, it's simply easier to ... look the other way and hope for the best. That isn't to say they're not careful; they don't smack into bushes with reckless abandon anymore, or tussle with any of their former energy. They don't have any energy to spare.

"Ack-!" Swiftdawn glances up from the shrew they'd been turning over in their paws to find Gentlestorm standing over them, and their tail fluffs out in surprise. How did he even move that quietly? He hadn't even been in eyeshot when they'd crouched down to eat in the quietest corner of camp they could find. In their surprise, the likely reason for his approach is lost on the pale tabby. "Great StarClan, Gentlestorm, don't sneak up on a cat like that."

ooc ★ so i walk into the sun

• // @GENTLESTORM
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• SWIFTDAWN ★ they/any, warrior of thunderclan
  "a cream-and-white tabby with yellow eyes."
  
  — speech is in #EFD13F
  — tags | art by mercibun
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — The giant mass of fur moves throughout camp rather calmly, the loss of Batwing still stings but he must continue on especially with Flamewhisker and Leopardtongue being heavy with kits due any day now. His copper eyes focused on walking towards his den but he pauses realizing movement from the corner of his eye and seeing Swiftdawn having grabbed a piece of prey and then settling down in a quiet area of camp. Gentlestorm had been thinking of getting some mice for those in the medicine den knowing that they'd be leaving soon enough, he had heard the commotion with Campionsong earlier or rather Lynxroar had spoken out loud congratulating the other and mentioned Swiftdawn. Despite his large snow dipped paws, he seems to be quiet enough that it startles the other and he ducks his head slightly in embarrassment before speaking up "Ah, sorry about that. I didn't mean to startle you," A sheepish grin forms on his face and takes a step or two back only to settle down on his haunches, he noticed that way that they would avoid him and Campionsong... He's aware that Moonwhisper avoids him like the plague for the most part but that's mainly due to her distaste towards him and he can't imagine that Swiftdawn feels that way or so he hopes.

"How are you?" Gentlestorm decides to ask after his apology and his brief pause while he mulled over a few thoughts in his mind, his ears prick forward to show that he's ready to listen to whatever the warrior may have to say. "If you do not mind me asking, of course." He adds on not wanting to come off as pushy or nosy.

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.
  ✿ 54 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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