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༄༄ Rushing through the dark never fails to set a tunneler's heart pumping, and this is no exception. Scorchstar does not know whether her apprentices have followed, though golden eyes glance back in an attempt to spot the duo as she leaves the tunnel nearest the border with Fourtrees. She can...

Spring’s bounty has descended upon the clans, bringing good fortune and disaster in equal parts. The full moon appears at its smallest tonight, its shine weakened by its distance from the earth that the clans stand upon. A pink moon, named not for its color but for the hues of flowers that bloom...

༄༄ Ambush! comes the cry of a panicked apprentice, huffing out each breath, clearly worn out by a swift run across the moorland. When Scorchstar reaches Silkpaw, the girl is panting out each word between heaving breaths, and Cottonsprig is already attending to her. Still, it is enough for...

༄༄ The wind blows strong across the moorland, ruffling coarse calico fur. Today both of Scorchstar’s apprentices have been left behind in one of the tunnels, part of today’s training, and the leader wanders near the border to ensure that the area is safe for their training exercise. DuskClan...

༄༄ It is not the call of her name that brings Scorchstar to the camp’s entrance, but the commotion that follows. In truth, without the exclamations of Asterpaw calling for the medicine cats, mentioning Thistlesnap by name, the leader may not have caught wind of the tom’s return at all. As it is...

༄༄ Dirt tumbles loosely from flame-dappled fur, falling onto the fresh grass sprig beneath her feet, as the calico pulls herself from one of the tunnels and into the open air. The moorland sky is wide open today, sunny and warm enough to be comfortable. The breeze is just strong enough to ruffle...

༄༄ The bright green stare brings discomfort rising in the calico, paws moving slightly in place, weight shifting from heel to toe and then back again. He looks as though he expects her to tell him something awful, but he asks her his question all the same. "Yes, they were a part of WindClan. A...

༄༄ The atmosphere between them is tense, questions hovering in the space where Scorchstorm had once stood. Sedgepounce seems lost, confused about what he is meant to do, as though he has never even imagined seeing himself in such a position. His voice is weak, so unlike Scorchstorm’s. "What I...

༄༄ The leader does not often visit the nursery, if only because she finds herself busied with other duties during the days, but when she does it seems to be a spectacle each time. Kits with wide, starry eyes gaze at her, ask her to play with them… menial things, really, but activities that...

༄༄ There is something off about ShadowClan. There always has been, but in recent times it has grown more clear that the marshland clan has begun a downward spiral of sorts. Chilledstar had been unhinged, volatile, a threat at ShadowClan’s helm. Then they had died, and the next two leaders to...

༄༄ This month’s meeting carries with it the optimism that last month’s had been without. Where the last meeting had seen WindClan’s leader hollow-eyed and exhausted, visibly worn down for once by the hardships that she has steered her clan through time and time again, this time the calico scales...

Pink spring scorch era █ #BE9DA1 █ #B5757F █ #FDF2BA █ #E5BB43 █ #D59F36 █ #DD8130 █ #here █ #here █ #here ༄༄ Text "Text" ooc: — SCORCHSTAR ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ she/they, leader of windclan, tunneler ༄ 8/9 lives ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stern and serious...

༄༄ The sun has barely begun its rising over the territory, casting the swaying prairie grasses awash in its humble yellow-pink glow. It is hardly early enough for the morning patrols to be assigned, and yet three cats have already made their way out into the heart of the moorland. The...