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With soft morning light falling bright and golden across charred black lands with as much kindness as burnished fur and seaglass eyes, Sunstar stares upon the tallrock. There is no hiding that is where his gaze lingers. Not from the first instance he set his sights there to the long breaths that pass since then. In and out, exhale and inhale, over and over, he stares with intent uncertainty. A sense of knowing unknowing, as if searching for the word to something in another language. How would a dog speak of a rock? Of blood, and bone, and terrible wounds? (If he asked the beast how he had tasted, would the answer be, worth everything? It had fled into the flames. Does its grave mark some charred part of their territory WindClan has not yet explored?) Shakily, he exhales.

And in a choice much like an admission of guilt, he does not climb the rock. The warrior turns where he stands at its base and roars to his clan: "Gather beneath the Tall Rock for a clan meeting!" It is the loudest he has been since Snakehiss, if not even earlier, and there is a subtle soreness to the words and his throat both. From here he can meet their eyes. Stare directly at those who question him, internally or without. His cold eyes harden. "I warn you first of Snakehiss, and the traitor he has made himself to be. He claims that StarClan puts any failure of mine upon this clan; upon himself, and his kittens. That this world, blanketed again by ash and soot, is my weakness, and your foolishness."

Cold, steely eyes sweep his clanmates. "StarClan sent a warning that this would come. That darkness would shadow our clan once more, but that we would endure it. That WindClan would prevail! If you stand with Snakehiss, if you doubt the warriors who fight and die at your side, then go. You will not be mourned, just as he will not be mourned. He was given his chance and he cast it aside. I can only hope that none of you are so foolish as to do the same." He is not one that can plead his case with tearful desperation, or sway them from the brink with such gentle camaraderie. Once he had been a friend to them. Now he stood as a leader, someone blessed, untouchable, and worthy of their trust, yes, but so too the face of their critique. Should they fail, it will be on his shoulders. Should his clan turn their backs on him, it will be of his own doing too.

He sighs. Before his clan, Sunstar's eyes close and open β€” his mouth follows the same cycle a half-moment later, and his eyes are fixed upon Featherpaw, of all his kits. The one most like his lost child in color. His son is dead. Named in final moments, perhaps resting among the stars. At least he had the time to prove himself; at least his final moments had been with his clan. But there is no escape from the memory of Bearflight's final breaths wasted on wails and apologies both. He was in pain. There was nothing he could do about it. Eyes squeezed tight, mouth painfully opened, "I–"

And then, nothing.

He exhales a breath. "Featherpaw. Rivepaw. Sunlitpaw. Lavenderpaw." Each name said slowly, with weighted clarity. "I, Sunstar, leader of WindClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look upon these apprentices. They have trained to understand your code, and our way of life. Now, I commend them to you as warriors in turn. @FEATHERPAW @rivepaw @sunlitpaw @LAVENDERPAW, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan," he hesitates, weighted, "even at the cost of your own life?"
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Mouseflight is surprised there is a meeting now, late yes compared to others in the past but still so soon after so much had happened. Fire had spread through the territory, an apprentice had died and only a day before a clanmate had been exiled. It hadn't mattered that it had been of his own doing or that the tunneler didn't enjoy his company, a loss was a loss and those paws were much needed in times like this and an apprentice losing their life was a life lost too soon. He wouldn't have been surprised if Sunstar had wanted more time to mourn the losses, especially that of his own son.

Moving forward the tri-colored feline shifts to sit, ears pricked and turned to the leader as he called for cats to gather. There was no surprise in Mouseflight's eyes as Snakehiss is mentioned. Though he knew that by now all of camp would know of his departure - gossip spread quickly after all - he also knew that quelling any questions and making it known those on the former WindClanner's side were to be gone as well was something that would need to be done. Though he himself had had his doubts with Sunstar at first those had long been dealt with when he'd gathered the cats around him to come together to take care of Sootstar. He had done what was best for WindClan then and he would continue to do so, it was the one thing Mouseflight knew to be true about the leader now.

He watched as Sunstar struggled to speak, as he weighed his words and stood there upon that rock before names spilled from maw and silently eyes would turn to find the apprentices, ready to shout their names once they were received for at least some good should come from all the bad they had been surrounded in recently.
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Scorchstorm finds a seat near Mouseflight, ears twitching as Sunstar bellows for them all to gather. She tucks her paws beneath her, eager to not take up too much space despite carrying her father's broad shoulders in her own. Her tail flicks a small greeting at Mouseflight's side, but aside from that slight acknowledgement she says nothing to him; her eyes, golden as the flames that had swallowed their camp, rest smoldering on their leader now.

It's hard to see Sunstar this way, sitting at the base of tall rock instead of atop it (and sometimes it still feels strange to not see Sootstar there, StarClan damn her, and shame rips hot through her belly each time she thinks it), frigid as the mountain ice, carrying grief round his neck like a noose. She thinks of him as wild eddies through wild flowers; as solid, sun-warmed stones; as a level head and surer tongue. These qualities, she thinks, are not lost now β€” he still speaks surely, though he may struggle to find his words. His stoniness now turns frigid.

But who would not be changed by what he'd gone through? It makes her heart ache for him to imagine losing a kit of her own (though she has none); it makes her heart ache to think of Bearflight now, a kitten she'd known and looked after herself, though he and his siblings had been hardly younger than she was. The litter lines up now, each of them so reminiscent of their brother. What would she think if she lost Luckypaw? Bitterly she realizes she already knows the feeling, to some degree β€” an image of Rumblerain flashes sorely through her mind. Where are they now, she wonders?

Scorchstorm readies herself for cheering. If they must suffer so much heartache, then they can at least espouse joy in equal measure.
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At the outset, the star-eyed molly had eagerly anticipated becoming a real clan cat. However, in the short span of her time with Windclan, so much had transpired. It began as claws clashing with loyalists, followed by fires, death, and traitors. Was this what clan life is? Her usually cheerful face now wore a grim expression, the corners of her mouth drawn into a thin line. Lavenderpaw couldn't muster the energy to keep smiling when everything felt so burdensome. Her paws were occupied with rebuilding amidst the ashy remnants of their new home. Gripping precious moss in her mouth, she dropped it into a pile beside the few nests she had managed to construct.

Sunstar's call sliced through the solemn atmosphere, and Lavenderpaw's pale blue eyes darted anxiously in response. Here we go... The curly-furred feline knew that her time for official warriorhood would come sooner rather than later, especially when the clan needed healthy and capable warriors more than ever. Swallowing the nerves that knotted in her throat, the apprentice ventured over to the gathering crowd. This is meant to be a happy moment. You have to try to be happy. Spotting a familiar patchwork pelt among them, she settled beside Scorchstorm, her gaze silently assessing the golden leader.

So much had transpired, and it felt like Lavenderpaw had only heard snippets through the grapevine. Snakehiss was exiled, and Bearflight met a tragic end she could scarcely comprehend. Empathy gripped the former barn cat, and she cast a guilty glance at her paws, her mind clouded with thoughts of humility. Here I am, questioning my choices, while his kit can't even be present for their own ceremony. Damn. Squeezing her eyes shut as the meeting ebbed and flowed around her, Lavenderpaw felt the inevitable creep in like inky claws as her heart rate quickened. Finally, her name tumbled from Sunstar's maw, and her legs felt like cement. 'Even at the cost of your own life?'

Fresh fear washed over her, smothering her senses, as the ex-mouser forced herself to move forward. Her eyes remained fixed on the tallrock as she lined up alongside her denmates. Shakily, she agreed, looking squarely at the rock to evade Sunstar's own expression and absent limb."I do." Such a commitment felt like thick sludge on her tongue. Do I really? Lavenderpaw wasn't entirely sure, but with hundreds of eyes boring into her pelt, she could only bite her tongue and nod.​
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Already. The thought runs sluggishly through a smoke-addled mind. The surprise, dulled but still felt, is in part due to where Sunstar stands. Burnished gold dims in the shadow of the Tallrock, as though afraid of the sun's notice. Perhaps the fear is justified. A leg, a son, a clanmate, though the importance of the last is surely diminished in the turmoil of their leader's mind. Snakehiss might be right, but it would be authority's suicide to admit it.

Downypaw faith leans towards its falsity. StarClan had to have hated Sootstar, yet none of her children are dead save for the one who had been her own doing. Sometimes they think of Shrikethorn, and how she hadn't died with much purpose either. Sootstar hadn't been stopped by one daughter's death, but from another force of nature with a clan to back him up.

Bearflight's death pounds them like waves. Each one holds a new meaning, another vantage point for a view she's stared at for too long, painted on the backs of her eyelids and unfurling in her dreams.

They sit away from the warriors and the warriors to-be, back straight but gaze soft. It lingers on the strip of skin along Featherpaw's back, the umber dapples on Sunlitpaw's flanks, the sky gleam of Rivepaw's eyes. Someone who didn't know what they were talking about would say Bearflight lives on in his littermates, but Downypaw knows the only way he would live on would've been to just live himself.

Nine moons ambushed them from behind the smokescreen of several wars. They have lived enough, they think, and still too little. But watching Sunstar and Wolfsong, and Brightshine and Sparkspirit, they know age alone could not prepare them for death. Nine moons, all of them, and so many deaths. But some could be born and never know it for seasons upon seasons. Why them, then? What was the point of being a warrior if it didn't prepare them for this?

It should be a special day, but even Sunstar has relegated himself to the wasteland's shadows. She feels bitterly vindicated about it all. They're all selfish. Marina eyes slide towards the faces of Bearflight's siblings, expecting to find him plaguing their thoughts too.

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Pinkpaw gathers when she's called. She always would. She'd always listen to Sunstar, and she hopes that Sunstar will look at her, instead of looking at those meanies... They don't matter. Just to prove how much they don't matter, Pinkpaw yells a loud, " BOOOOOOO! " Following the announcement of Snakehiss' exile. No one else agrees with him, right? Not even that dummy, Sootspot? She glances around to confirm this, looking for any shuffling paws or suspicious gazes... Everyone stays put for now... Good!

And then, she's thrown for the loopiest of loopsβ€” because between everything, she's completely forgotte how old she and everyone was. A summoning comes, and Pinkpaw is immediately standing to her feet, eyes wide. An indignant, " WHAAAT!" flies from her mouth. and she knows she's not supposed to really talk during these things but theres no way her friends are becomming warriors RIGHT NOW and she can't be shocked? Stunned? Appalled? There was no greater case for why tunneler life sucked! Why did she have to keep being a paw still!

She makes herself sit down with a furious thud as fur meets sand. " No fair! " she mumbles, biting on the inside of her cheek.​
 
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Her father's voice was raked with smog- be it hoarseness from the fire, from rage, from sorrow, she did not know. The next meeting meant one thing, Featherpaw was sure of it- by now he hoped he would have honed his claws enough to bear a warrior name. Given everything to hold one- and yet, still not enough. Bearflight was dead. The knowledge haunted all who gathered, the apprentices especially. Downypaw's eyes kept lingering upon her, she'd been noticing. Dancing all about in a grief-ridden totter; Featherpaw hadn't known how close they had apparently been.

Ash felt as if it coated the walls of her throat. Snakehiss was gone, and she sat proudly, knowing she needed not give her father confirmation of her loyalty. It ran within his blood- it came wound with steel-guarded love. Sun-sharpened eyes lingered upon her father, knowing his anger, feeling it broiling within him, too- he did not expect ocean-blue to meet him, to linger for a moment.

Featherpaw's shield wavered for a moment. Her pupils dropped, glancing back at her pelt- was there a tousle out of place, a tress sticking out? Or was it just the burnished brown of her pelt, alike her softest sibling, now a spirit?

Was she a walking ghost?

Clearly, Sunstar did not see her a failure in the same way she ripped herself up. Either way he would have lost a son, he supposed. The injustice of it all would have to be locked away for now- sorrow would not block what Featherpaw had waited her whole life for. Had given everything for. Likeability had been quashed, temper had run unregulated- sleep had slipped from her paws, all a price worth paying for a warrior name. To be a warrior worthy of the blood that buzzed through her- given by her golden-tongued father, nonetheless.

The other names- even those of her siblings- were lost on her. She heard that booming call- Featherpaw, and stepped dutifully forward. Even at the cost of your life. Featherpaw spat her words with certainty. "I do." He had to spit them, lest she stumble on them otherwise.

As ever, Pinkpaw was a distraction- her short burst of frustration faltered Featherpaw's concentration for a moment, sent yellow eyes whipping arond to glance at her. He rectified it near immediately, re-narrowing flaxen to meet resolute blue again.​
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WindClan is resilient, that much is certain. If anyone ever doubted that fact, hailing from the moors or not, they had always been swiftly proven wrong; this Clan always stood back up regardless of how many scars their bodies or hearts wore. Dimmingsun doesn't fault Sunstar for his decision to stay at eye level instead of towering over them all, even if the sun-kissed leader surely deems it to be a great weakness. The very fact that he's here and breathing is strength enough.

Sunstar talks of Snakehiss, encourages anyone who believes that wretched cat's words to trail after his scent that will surely go stale sometime soon- at least in theory. Dimmingsun doubts his presence would ever be truly gone; those who had been loyal to the wrong leader and her ideals would not soon fade from their minds and history.

Nobody moves. They're all staying. Dimmingsun almost sags with relief, not wishing to bid farewell to even more of his Clanmates... even ones such as Sootspot.

But they're all reminded of one who had been taken away from them too soon. The lack of Bearflight hurts as much as getting your fur torn off your skin, apparent and even impossible to ignore. Five has become four, and Sunstar is forced to ask the unfeasible of them.

-even at the cost of your own life?

Dimmingsun's own paws shift in the sand of his home, much like Sunstar in his discomfort. How must it feel, to ask your remaining offspring to offer their lives if necessity arose? To slap them across the face with the knowledge that they might one day face the same fate as their sibling?

A deep breath in calms his nerves; tells him to prepare for a yowl of celebration, not of grief. They had enough of that already.
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AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE β€” Guilt. It was hanging heavily over Rattleheart's back as he emerged from the nursery, the sound of Sunstar's weary call drawing him forward and away from the warmth of his nest. Deep down, he knew he was not to blame for his current state. When he and Venomstrike had decided to try for kits, things had been good for Windclan. Hopeful, even. The moors had been full of flowers, prey had finally been emerging from the unforgiving cold of Leaf-bare, and it had seemed like they were finally in the perfect place for him to fulfill his dream of having a family of his own. He never could have predicted the suffering that would be inflicted upon them, or the flames that would consume their home a mere week later. Yet still, it was hard not to feel ashamed that he couldn't help more with their recovery.

That guilt was only compounded when he spotted Downypaw nearby, knowing that his apprentice was being neglected as he grew closer and closer to the delivery of his kits. The tunneler didn't shy away from the feeling though, stepping forward until he could settle near their side and brush his tail against her in greeting. "Downypaw. Have you been alright?" Rattleheart's voice was soft, settled low enough that it wouldn't interrupt the ceremony that was going on before the two of them. A ceremony that he was sure would sit heavily in his gut for moons to come, an entire class of apprentices receiving their names without their brother standing alongside them. His apprentice seemed to feel similarly, at least going off the way her gaze lingered on each of them in turn - as if they were about to vanish before all of their eyes.

The news about Snakehiss had hardly caused him to blink, considering he had been present for the traitor's seemingly inevitable betrayal. He'd even snarled out his own condemnation of the now exile, an action that thankfully hadn't added to the remorse he was feeling. To spout such insane ideas, while claiming you were backed up by Starclan... it was worse than just simple treachery. It was using faith as an excuse, a convenient scapegoat for taunting Sunstar and claiming that the death of his own son was his fault. Just thinking about it made Rattleheart's entire body tense, jaw clenching before he forced himself to let out a breath and focus his attention on the apprentices in front of him. No one else had followed in his pawsteps. They had the future to look forward to, not a coward to stare back at.

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    β₯ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
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His strength surges despite the dread that pits his stomach– loudly, without apology, he says, "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give each of you your warrior names." It is not life without sacrifice, and there is no strength without vulnerability. His eyes are still upon his kits as he says this, a slow rotation amongst the three of them, but his voice begins with Lavenderpaw.

"Lavenderpaw. From this moment forward, you will be known as Lavendertwist. StarClan honors your kindness and devotion. In joining this clan and remaining at our side through all of this, you have proven both to be infallible. WindClan welcomes you as a full warrior of our clan." It had been a different time entirely, he knows. He had stood proud among a golden moorland, rich and vibrant with life. Now this wasteland stretches behind him, the only sections of their territory untouched border upon the others. WindClan's freedom is crippled. But their hearts, he thinks, cannot be. He rests his muzzle upon her head for a moment, and shifts away.

The three that remain are the hardest to name. His heart skips and plummets, then soars again in time with his thoughts. Pinkpaw sums it up, however out of place her cry. Sunstar cannot even spare her a glance. "Featherpaw." He drags it out, despite himself. "Through the trials you have faced for this clan, you have proven your steadfast courage, and your tenacity." Standing before those golden eyes, which glow with strength and certainty, he sees more of himself than he had before. A leader's son. A cat who carries destiny proudly, despite how she may suffer for its weight. "By the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From now forward, you will be known as Featherspine." May you carry your fate well. "We welcome you as a full warrior of WindClan." His head lingers longer here, he thinks. Nuzzling deeper between Featherpaw's ears as if he is denied the affection otherwise. His daughter is no longer a child. Featherspine. All grown up.

Two more remain. "Rivepaw. From this moment forward, you will be known as Rivewhisper." His tutelage could not erase the traitor's mark. His daughter was stealthy, and quiet β€” neither of those are terrible things, as long as her ability to strike remains intact. And he cannot look at her with disgust beside. Snakehiss may have failed her, but the result was a cat he knows to be capable. She has already lost herself once. Sitting in the barn beside what may have been her corpse, lacking everything but the barest of supplies. Rivepaw had survived. And now Rivewhisper may flourish. "StarClan honors your fearlessness, and your subtlety, and we welcome you as a warrior of this clan." Voice thick now with the effort of two finished, he takes the moment to rest his muzzle again upon the newly named warrior's head. Like her brother before, she had survived. He could not mourn the one that had not, in this moment.

"And Sunlitpaw." The most delicate of those that remain. Bearpaw had once filled this spot in his mind, as a pacifist who could not face battle. Now he worries for the remaining gentle heart, and all that they must face. But those same pieces that he worries over are what brings strength to this clan. It could not go unspoken. "StarClan honors your gentleness and perseverance, unbending despite all that you have been through. From this moment forward, with StarClan to see it, I name you Sunlitwing." For an easier path through life ahead, and a clarity of perspective in doing so. "WindClan welcomes you as a full warrior of our clan." Exhaustion takes him. He places his muzzle upon their head and closes his eyes for a brief moment. When they open, despite himself, they seek out Wolfsong from the crowd.

Sunstar steps away from the four entirely. Newly named, and a boon to their clan. Each of them having proven themselves capable, trustworthy, and full of love for what flourishes upon these moors. This, he can celebrate. He begins the chanting himself, his voice booming: "Lavendertwist! Featherspine! Rivewhisper! Sunlitwing!"
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There was too many words to explain what she felt right now. Fear. Isolation. Pride. Warmth. Loved, if it were possible- the small glances from either of her parents, the shoulder she gently bumped against Featherpaw when she allowed it. Bearp- No, Bearflight's loss weighed heavy across her shoulders. Even if she hadn't been the greatest of sisters to them growing up, even if she sent fear and terror through them at each time she sustained an injury.

Her face itched, where the scar lay across her visage. It wasn't often that one hurt like that across her belly, which got stretched more often from running. Downypaw's vision lingers and hangs upon her and her siblings- the way the sun stretches over her face, and her sibling's flanks. She is not joyous that her time as an apprentice is coming to an end. Selfishly, she wishes that another could have taken Bearflight's spot even now. Selfishly, she is begging for Starclan to send him back home. To bring him back.

It isn't fair.

She dully ignores the announced exile of Snakehiss. That wasn't surprising, given... everything that had happened. It was a gentle pin-prick in her side- even if she was not related to him, she carried his legacy. His stealth had shaped her own, and that was a valuable thing. That was it- there was not other connection, not since the cats he had allied with once had almost killed her. Rivepaw inhaled harshly, one last glance given to Sunlitpaw before their world, responsibilities, their names changed. They were leaving Bearflight behind.

As her name was called, as Sunstar's vision lingered, she did not let the shame burn into her side. She did not allow any thoughts of being trained by a traitor linger, she did not let the thought that she almost died, and could still, stain her face now. She lifted her chin, her muzzle, in the pride and strength she had been born to. "I do." The cost of my own life.

She had almost given it once. A second time would not matter. Then, one by one, they were being named. She hummed in soft appreciation of Lavendertwist's name, before turning her vision to that of her sibling. Owl-eyes stare directly at the flame coated sibling, and she inhaled softly. Featherspine. That was fitting, and Rivepaw silently applauded her father for being able to choose names for them a second time around. She was going to have to get used to that.

Vision turned towards Sunstar, who approached her now. Her head leaned into the touch, a soft noise leaving her in surprise. Rivewhisper. A tango of meaning- a trade off, depending on the day. She could be either. Either. She licked her father's shoulder in respect, a soft thank you leaving her mouth. Her father, her mentor. The only reason she found any confidence in the last pawful of moons was partially his training. Rivewhisper's head dropped to knock into her father's shoulder in the most untraditional way before he stepped away, reveling in his embrace before standing tall.

Shifting to stand near Featherspine, her eyes watched in admiration as their remaining sibling was named. Vision shifted to see her other parent briefly, to search for Redheart, before back to Sunlitpaw as they made it. Both of them made it. Sunlitwing. To carry a destiny that their brother could not. She smiled wide then. The conversation they had shared as apprentices, right after the end of their Civil War, locked in a steadily growing moor was relieved- they were warriors. They were!

Rivewhisper let it all go for a moment, lifting her muzzle to cheer her sibling's, and Lavendertwist's name, aloud.
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β”€β”€α¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β”€β”€ It is so strange to know such pride among grief. His heart seeks the sky, and so it succeeds, lifted by every name Sunstar decrees: Featherspine, Rivewhisper, and Sunlitwing. Warriors, every one of them. Singedpaw, tunneler that they are, is not yet named, but theirs is an absence altogether different than Bearflight's, who should have been here to hear his name shouted alongside his siblings'. The reminder is a tether which snaps taut and drags his winged heart to stumble across the ground like a downed bird during a thunderstorm, feathers too heavy for the wind to carry.

But he presses on, approaching each of his children, brushing his cheek across each of theirsβ€” the dry one, beneath his scarred eye. Featherspine, thorn-tongued and straight-backed, never worn by the scar there; Rivewhisper, fierce as her grandmother with a brashness all her own; and Sunlitwing, butterfly-eyed and fleece-gentle, and always so wholehearted. "I am proud of you. My warriors, my children," he declares, slightly hoarse but determined that the volume of his voice does not suffer the weight of his heart. "Forgive your Γ°ir's tears; it was not so long ago you napped at my belly with milk-stained cheeks." Such warriors they will be, even though he still has his concerns for Sunlitpaw–Sunlitwing. Like their brother, now in the stars and beyond Wolfsong's fears.

His misty eye meets Sunstar's, and he is...surprised, in truth, that he would look upon Wolfsong. But it is fleeting, and that is less surprising. When he lifts his voice in unison, he hopes Bearflight hears every name.
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  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
    β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to youβ€” it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜† ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.
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ΰͺœβžΆ Hearing Sunstar's voice brings the goliath of a tom ovee to the meeting. This his is second meeting within Windclan. The first being when he managed to earn a clan name that he is proud to carry. So much has happened in the last moon and it is almost exhausting to think about it. The last couple of days after the quelling of the fire he has been worried. Thinking of the barn and what he left behind. Perhaps the barn is not as safe as he believes it to be and with that comes the notion of what he needs to do next. She can't stay there unprotected and a frown pulls at his muzzle. Ears perking up the tom lifts his eyes and listens to the meeting. Sunstar talks of Snakehiss and to him his madness. Starclan did warn them of what was to happen. Gave them the chance to protect Windclan especially those blinded by their selfishness.

He knows he would never leave Windclan for such crazed feverish words. Paying attention apprentices are called up and he waits with intrigue as they are ceremoniously moved into their warriorhood. Their new names bestowed upon them and he smiles lightly. "Lavendertwist, Rivewhisper, Featherspine, Sunlitwing!" He calls their names with pride in Windclan and the moors.​
 
Only once the celebrations have died down does Sunstar continue, some of the fire returned to his voice. He had said his farewells to Bearflight, and honored his littermates in doing so. They are strong names, for strong warriors; WindClan would do well with them, and they would do well on their own. With each assurance, his conviction grows stronger. He builds the wall of belief around himself so he may lean on it to build higher. A breath, and he pushes forward. "To follow in the steps of those who have grown to warriorhood, many of those within our nursery are of age to tread this same path!"

Their numbers would grow, even with all that had happened to them. More bellies to fill, yes, but more paws to fill them with as well. There are sections of their territory unscathed, and they would lean upon their tunnelers more than they had even in leafbare. That is where he begins: with a kitten who is small, and filled with rage he did not understand; one who seemed reluctant to listen to any authority. Even his own. "Brackenkit," the burnished tom begins, "you are old enough now to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Brackenpaw. Your mentor will be Bluefrost. I hope that she will pass down all that she knows to you." His gaze is firm, first upon the young feline and then to the tunneler herself.

What he had hoped was recovery had been tainted in his mind. She had nearly stood with Snakehiss, and he had nearly dared her to. To give up this clan, and all those that had fought for her. And now he stood here, trusting her regardless. "Bluefrost, you were trained by Sootstar herself. As cruel and cold as your mother may have been, she trained a warrior who knows this moorland like few others. You have shown yourself to be clever, and hardworking. You will be the mentor of Brackenpaw. I expect you to pass on the parts of your mother worth saving." There had not been much. This is perhaps the most candidly he had ever spoken of her since her death, and the closest he could get to mourning her before the others of this clan. He does not linger there.

He continues. "Beekit– you have also reached six moons of age, and you are old enough to be apprenticed. Until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Beepaw. Your mentor will be Slateheart. I know that he will pass down all that he knows to you." This is a meeting for firsts, it would seem, but he is glad to give the dark-furred tom this measure of trust. Since their time in the barn, he has known him only to be loyal, and trustworthy. So to him, he turns. "Slateheart, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You are a steady warrior, with actions worthy of the name you have been gifted. I know that you will be a good mentor to Beepaw, and I expect you to pass down all that you know."

Glancing around the clan, he cannot help the way that his lip twitches. A cautious near-smile, though not quite reaching so far. "Lakekit." The one that had asked him so adamantly why he could not become a tunneler. Now Sunstar stands to make this prediction an unfortunate truth. "As you have reached the age of apprenticeship, you will be known as Lakepaw. Your mentor will be Sparkspirit. I hope that he will pass down all that he knows to you." And to the patched warrior himself, whose expression is one of careful neutrality, ocean eyes bore into electric blue. "Sparkspirit. You learned much from Weaselclaw before his death, and have proven to excel in battle and defense of this clan. You will be the mentor of Lakepaw, and I expect you to pass these qualities to him."

"Sheepkit," he barrels on. "You are old enough now to become an apprentice of this clan. Until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Sheeppaw. Your mentor will be Gravelsnap." Softened eyes seek out the other tom. Another of WindClan's finest warriors, withdrawn yet steadfast, and certain. He knows what became of the one before. This is not something this clan could see repeated. "He has proven himself an excellent mentor once before, and I know that he will pass on all that he can to you." To the tom himself: "Gravelsnap, you are ready to take on another apprentice. You have proven yourself more than capable of excellent training. You will be the mentor of Sheeppaw. I trust you to pass down all that you know."

And finally, they have come to the last of their newly named. "Ferretkit. You are old enough to be named an apprentice, and so you shall be called Ferretpaw until the time has come for your warrior name. Your mentor will be Marmotbite. I trust that you will follow on the path set before you with a skilled and clever mentor." That is perhaps the least of how he would describe Marmotbite, but Sunstar's smile to the newly named mentor hopefully shows that much. "Marmotbite. You are ready to take on an apprentice. You have had many moons of excellent tutelage, and proved yourself a tunneler worthy of respect. I expect you to pass this down to Ferretpaw, so that another may follow."

His breath shakes some, and the fire begins to die. New life floods their clan but none of this celebration may fully erase that what came before this was a loss he would feel personally for some time. Dulled eyes gently restrained, he turns to Periwinklebreeze. They had spoken of this, and even still Sunstar does not know what the intention of this is. Does he say it as punishment? As a hope for the future of their clan? Or perhaps only as a mourning father, who would wish this fate upon no other? "Before we celebrate our apprentices, however, I ask that we celebrate one more change among this clan. Periwinklebreeze– you had brought new life to this clan, though they were not your own. You have taken it upon yourself to hunt and care for them, but a warrior cannot do both with the necessary strength. So from this moment forward, until his kits are apprenticed, Periwinklebreeze will join the others in the nursery to raise those that he has taken charge of. I know that this is a first in this clan, but it need not be the last. Our kits will be cared for, however they need."
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    ——– AMAB HE - HIM - HIS β•±β•± 4+ YEARS OLD.
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    NPC x NPC,. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO ONE LITTER WITH HIM. MENTORING RIVEPAW.

    TH β•±β•± A LARGE, SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS EYES
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[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] this was it, he would become an apprentice. Though it was a shame he would have to move out of the nursery, and not have much more time to be able to spend with Frightkit until she too was able to become an apprentice but... it was time. Sunstar had gone through the first half of the meeting already, expressing that Snakehiss was exiled due to his doubts in Sunstar and believing the long dead Sootstar would have faired better, and then Lavenderpaw, Rivepaw, Featherpaw and Sunlitpaw all retrieved their warrior name while Pinkpaw seemed upset over it. At least, she'll be around for a bit in the apprentice den, that was fine by him.

Now, the apprentice ceremonies. He still was hoping by some chance he'd be as to become a tunneler but as Sunstar had determined, his fate was sealed to be a moor-runner, which even if a feeling of disappointment flood in his chest, he still was ready to learn to become a good warrior for Windclan. So when Sparkspirit had been deemed his mentor the newly made apprentice dared not wait to meet with him. His bi-color eyes meeting the warrior before aiming to touch noses with the other. No words peeped from his maw, making a silence promise to do his best, for Sparkspirit, and for Sunstar as well as the clan.
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  • Lakepaw ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 6 moons.
    β­ƒ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
    β­ƒ NPC X NPC
    β­ƒ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    ↛ see battle info here
    β­ƒ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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ΰΌ„ΰΌ„ It is unsurprising that Sunstar forgoes any attempts to clamber atop the Tallrock. On three legs he is still wobbly, far from the sure-footed moor runner he had once been. But still he stands tall and proud, every bit the sunrisen leader that he has always been, as he announces Snakehiss’ treachery and betrayal of the clan. The midnight-furred tom is lucky that his throat was not ripped out when the clan got the chance. But he is gone now, and it seems WindClan is finally beginning to be rid of its worst snakes in the grass. Sunstar seems to freeze for a moment, stumbling over words, and the calico’s gaze sharpens on him. Is he alright? Is something wrong? The tom gathers himself, and his next words make the reason for his hesitation more clear.

Sunstar names four new warriors of WindClanβ€”three of his own kits, and a former barn cat who has proven herself a capable member of the clan. Scorchstreak’s chest swells with pride, although she does not have any familial bond with any of the warriors. "Lavendertwist! Featherspine! Rivewhisper! Sunlitwing!" Her cheers are raised along with the rest of the clan’s, gaze drifting across each of the newly-named warriors. Sunlitwing, if she manages to catch their eye, is offered a reassuring dip of the deputy’s dappled head, and Featherspine receives the same. Each and every one of Sunstar and Wolfsong’s kits are deserving of their warrior names, and Scorchstreak is glad to see that they are all ascending the ranks of WindClan to full warriors.

The rosetted leader then turns to a second topicβ€”just as important as the former, and slightly more intriguing due to the mysterious nature of Sunstar’s mentor assignments. He begins with Brackenkit, whose training is made into Bluefrost’s responsibility. The decision is questionable at best, but just as he had with Firefang, the tom’s choice must be more an olive branch than an admission of trust. He tells her that he trusts her to pass down those traits of Sootstar’s that are worth savingβ€”few things, Scorchstreak thinks, and then feels a pang of guilt for thinking such about her once-friend. The other apprenticeships are announced and assigned without much contest, but before she cheers for them, Sunstar has yet another announcement. Periwinklebreeze will remain in the nursery with the mysterious kits he’d returned to the clan with, and although Scorchstreak thinks it unfit for a lead warrior to stay in the nursery instead of performing their duties, she accepts it. The tom brought back those kits, and he should not be allowed to merely hand them off to a queen without consequence. They are his kits now, and he shall take responsibility for their rearing. The deputy accepts this with a nod, and then raises her voice in a cheer for the newly-made apprentices. "Brackenpaw! Beepaw! Lakepaw! Sheeppaw! Ferretpaw!"

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    SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
    ΰΌ„ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and shrewd, but clearly cares deeply for her clan.
    ΰΌ„ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
    ΰΌ„ mentor to pinkpaw
    ΰΌ„ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ΰΌ„ penned by foxlore
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Today is the day. The day where he would become an apprentice. It feels strange, that he won't be able to curl up in his and his mother's shared nest in the nursery. He'll have his own nest, and sleep in it without the warmth of his Mother curled around him.

Sheepkit sits near his denmate Lakekit, his dark plumed tail thumping behind him. He felt Frostpond's tongue fattening bits of stray kitten fluff, that was sticking every which way. He mulls over what his mother said earlier in the nursery. "Remember to wait until your name is called. Touch your nose to your mentor then go sit by them. β€˜Kay?" He blinks, as he looks up at Highrock, as Sunstar went through the first half of the meeting. Bug catcher Rivepaw is now Riverwhisper! Woaaah so cool! He rocks forwards and backwards slightly, in his excitement, he flicks a large dark ear as Brackenkit gets called up first.

Then Beekit, then Lakekit, thennn She- Wait, that's me! He blinks as he was called up and then deemed as Gravelsnap's apprentice. Truly, he hoped to be a tunneler like his Mama. But, oh well. The young tom won't throw a fit, but at least he'll get to bother his Papa more so it's a win in his book. He was excited of course! Being able to finally get out of camp and see the cool sights of the moors.

Sheepkit is now turned into Sheeppaw, and his mentor is…. Gravelsnap? Eh? Who? Never seen that warrior in his life! Was he coooool? or was he a big ol stinky meanie?

He felt his mother's nose nudge him, so he jumps onto his dusted paws and walks towards his mentor with a bounce in his step. He stops in front of the warrior, and cranes his neck up. "Nice to meet yeah!" He exclaims, his dark tail twitching behind him. The young black smoke aims to touch noses with the warrior, after that he moves to sit next to his new mentor with a hum.
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  • ( NO WAY! REALLY?! ) Λšβ‚Šβ€§κ’°αƒ β˜† ΰ»’κ’± β€§β‚ŠΛš SHEEPPAW.
    ✢ amab ; HE / HIM ; 6 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
    ✢ apprentice of windclan | clanborn
    ✢ undecided / single / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
    ✢ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
    ✢ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
    ✢ may powerplay minor harm β•± peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ✢ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
    β€” all opinions are ic

    β†’ biography / @ on discord for plots
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Becoming an apprentice was something both equally adored and hated by Brackenkit. The concept of growing older and being able to actually do things now was exciting, they couldn't wait for that aspect. Being told what to do all the time by some stuffy old mentor was the part they weren't exactly thrilled about. Perhaps it was the fact that she was going to be under a dissecting gaze every day that upset them most about it? This was going to be the highest point of authority to them bar Sunstar for the next three moons, even longer if she became a tunneler, stars forbid. The thought of their days and success ultimately being at the mercy of some temperamental authority figure made their skin crawl with unease.

They hadn't decided on if being an apprentice was more of a good thing or a bad thing before their name was called upon. It was daunting to be the first of the kits called up, yet they would not let it be known that they found it so intimidating. She looks the leader in the eye as he speaks, that defiant attitude they carried with pride didn't dissipate even now. There’s a scowl as it’s announced that their mentor would be Bluefrost, there was no personal hatred towards the tunneler beyond the fact that she was unfortunately going to be stuck next to her for moons on end as their mentor.

Brackenkit was to be Brackenpaw now though, Brackenpaw wasn’t going to cause a scene over the fact that they were being subjected to the tunnels. No matter how much they wanted to, she held onto hope that at least some of the other kits were going to become tunnelers too, solidarity and such. A large ear flicks towards Sunstar as he addresses her mentor, the exchange between the two felt like there were further words unspoken. Emotions and history that Brackenki-paw didn’t care to acknowledge, just wanting to get this over with already.

She remembers her mothers instructions before the meeting about how she has to touch noses with her mentor. A stiff flick of her tail indicates the impatience they’re starting to feel as they approach to meet Bluefrost. As reluctant as they were about it they were not going to be the one to break tradition, green eyes stared up at her before the calico aimed to touch noses with her, They bite their tongue to hold back any scathing remarks, chatter between them, at least from Brackenpaw, was being reserved for after the meeting. She sat beside the tunneler, watching with a frown as they noticed that the vast majority of the other new apprentices were destined to be moor-runners.

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    ✩     they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
    β­ƒ Speech, thoughts, attacking
    β­ƒ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
    β­ƒ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
    β­ƒ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    β­ƒ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
    β­ƒ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater

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➴➴ The leader’s call for a meeting brings Gravelsnap over to listen, their eel-black tail flickering with interest as they settle nearby the rest of their clanmates. First, Sunstar announces that Snakehiss has been exiled at lastβ€”they flick an ear with satisfaction at the announcement, pleased to hear that one of their most detested clanmates has finally been removed from their vicinity forever. They have always hated the dark-furred tom, and it is good to hear that another enemy of theirs will no longer bother them. Now, if only Addervenom were next…

They shake off their venomous thoughts in favor of cheering on the clan’s newest warriors, and then looking to the newly-named apprentices. Bluefrost is given an apprentice to train, and if Gravelsnap manages to catch her eye they will give her an encouraging smile. The next assignment comes in the form of Beepaw, and the new apprentice’s fate is passed to Slateheartβ€”their brother has not been given an apprentice to train yet, and so Gravelsnap offers him a prideful look. They aren’t given much time to feel happy for the two other warriors, however, because their own name is called soon after. You have proven yourself more than capable of excellent training, Sunstar says, and despite his gentle gaze his words strike like an adder’s fangs. It feels nearly like a mockery, to be told that they did anything good, when they stand on their own and their first apprentice is an exile, a follower of Sootstar’s legacy.

They are assigned to train a young tom whose appearance makes them think of Peri, and they blink harshly as Sunstar moves on to the next pairing. Their new apprentice greets them with enthusiasm, and though the warrior’s nose wrinkles at Sheeppaw’s nearly-irritating excitement, Gravelsnap cannot bring themself to fully dampen their new apprentice’s happiness. Looking into those bright blue eyes, framed within a black-pointed face, they feel a hint of affection swelling within their chest. "Nice to meet you, too," they say in response, barely managing to muster a smile as they tap their nose against Sheeppaw’s. But they do, because they are being given another chance. A second chance to train an apprentice, to be a better mentor than they had been to Thriftfeather.

The black-patched warrior straightens, looking down upon their apprentice. "I swear to do my best to train you. Celebrate now, and we begin training at sunhigh." Looking to the early morning sun, they will surely have enough time to decide upon the best option for their first training session. They settle back onto their haunches as Sheeppaw sits beside them, and on their maw settles a small, gentle smile.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough
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    GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
    β­ƒ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
    β­ƒ sibling to slateheart
    β­ƒ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    β­ƒ penned by foxlore
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The first ceremony conducted is a warrior’s ceremony for Sunstar and Wolfsong’s children. Bluefrost sits solemnly amidst her Clanmates, watching the tradition unfold before her. I do, the chorus comes, and the apprentices are blessed with new names, new purpose. Sunlitwing, Rivewhisper, and Featherspine join Bearflight in the rank of warrior. Bluefrost calls their name, though her voice is quiet and unassuming after the blunder she’d made with Snakehiss: β€œSunlitwing! Rivewhisper! Lavendertwist! Featherspine!”

The burnished leader goes on, instructing the kits of the Clan to step forward. The first is a little calico kit, their expression painfully aloof. Sunstar names them Brackenpaw and gestures for them to touch noses with her. With her, after all she’s done. Bluefrost pauses, giving Sunstar an incredulous look she cannot help. But his next words sear her to her bones. β€œAs cruel and cold as your mother may have been, she trained a warrior who knows this moorland like few others. You have shown yourself to be clever, and hardworking.” She dips her head, stunned into silence, but not before she catches Gravelsnap's eye. To her friend, she offers a small, polite smileβ€”more than she's emoted in days.

But then, the calico kit is approaching on impatient paws, and Bluefrost goes to meet them, to brush her nose against her new apprentice’s. As young Brackenpaw settles beside her, Bluefrost murmurs, β€œWe will start at dawn. I will give you a tour of the territory first, as my mother did for me.” What was left of it, that wasβ€”blackened and ruined, she’s chagrined that it would be Brackenpaw’s first exposure to WindClan’s greater moorland.


γ€Ž out of character. 』 ✧ο½₯ﾟ:* γ€Ž about. 』
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  • Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
    β€” β€œspeech”, thoughts, attack
    β€” 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
    β€” mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
    β€” windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
    β€” penned by Marquette.

    lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.


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