pafp 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ╱ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊

[SUNNVAR]

It is good to find no time between Scorchstorm and Rivepaw. He had suffered some between the previous two, languishing in the rotting knowledge within his mind. Apprenticeship had not ceased to be a foreign concept in his mind. The clans would assign only one mentor, one cat to teach all that another must know? Did they not segregate their wisdom and knowledge? He was not as swift as a moor cat must be, but could fight like a dog in a moment of need. Was there not a purpose to be found in passing them around as they had in the mountains? Knowledge was picked up where it was earned, and he had thrived for that. Yet even in this newfound position of power, Sunstar will not change what is before them. Apprentices would remain as they always had, and this time he is faced with his own daughter.

A foolish cat, though he says this only with fear. A cat is only foolish in reckless death, and as honorable as it may be to die upon a battlefield, could he celebrate the loss as he once had his friends? Fatherhood had changed him. Not wholly for the better. Perhaps not entirely for the worse, either.

He has taken Rivepaw on their first excursion together, at least as mentor and apprentice. His stride is long and quick, not easy to keep up with, but there is no point in running. Their challenge is not in how quickly they can get there, but what they would do at their destination. After all, it is only a few moments travel to Outlook Rock, its looming height jutting from the moor. "Climb with me," the tomcat challenges with a slight grin, already beginning his journey to the top.

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

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[rivewhisper]

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Rivepaw's body complained with keeping up. In the moon or two she hadn't been training under Snakehiss, she had begun to grow soft- but it wasn't like she could up and train with a massive wound on her stomach. She had been a hint surprised at- well, okay, more then a hint surprised about her father taking overr her training. But she was excited! Every inch of her body hurt because of it! She had been an athletic child, though, and managed to keep up with Sunstar regardless.

That was something else that made her head spin. Her father was leader- risen from the ashes of a cursed Windclan to lead it anew. As they reached the rock, her vision lifted to her father's- she had not yet managed to fill into still awkward paws, but a grin spread upon her own muzzle. Climb with me. Rivepaw paused- climbing was not something she had been taught. Snakehiss had really only begun teaching her battle training when everything went to the pits.

She inhaled deeply. Rivepaw tucked her chin down, attempting to follow her father up the rock- and she was doing it! Just at about half the rate he was able to, her paws digging into crags and dips in the stone to be able to follow him up. "How... much further?" She called up to the sun-pelted feline, her owl eyes wide and searching for her next hold.

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Though Outlook Rock was a monument that Rattleheart had laid his eyes on many times throughout his time in Windclan, he had never really seen it as much of an obstacle for him. Climbing was - rather surprisingly - one of the areas that he excelled in, but it wasn't a talent that he got to show off particularly often. There wasn't much climbing to be done down in the tunnels, with even the steepest of inclines only bringing you up slightly unless you were literally leaping out of one of the exits. When he had been a bit younger he had delighted in scaling Outlook Rock as quickly as he could, but eventually the excitement of it had worn off, and it had been moons since he had given it a shot. Or seen it used in the training of an apprentice, amazingly. He was so used to it just being a lookout spot for guards that he hadn't even thought about the other practical uses the landmark presented.

Sunstar didn't have the same blind spot though, as demonstrated by the sight the tunneler was greeted with upon yanking himself up and out of one of the nearby tunnels. He watched the mentor and apprentice - and father and daughter - pair silently for a moment, before a slow grin spread over his face. With new invigoration in him, he used the long legs his petite form possessed to fling himself up and onto the first bit of rock he could reach. The light breeze in Rattleheart's fur dragged a shiver down his spine, and he turned so he could look at Rivepaw as he clambered up beside the duo. "You've got this, Rivepaw. Don't focus on how much farther you have to go, focus on where you're putting your paws." His advice was punctuated by his claws scraping against and digging into a dip in the stone, yanking his monochrome form even further up to help guide her alongside Sunstar.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[Bluepool]

A fear of heights is not something Bluepool has ever had to confront. The moorlands were the perfect place for her, wide open and you can see any horizon you set your sights on. A seemingly infinite stretch of rolling hills and softly billowing grass-lands. She could never go back to living in the marsh after experiencing all that WiindClan's territory had to offer her, nor does she think she could ever live among the dense foliage in ThunderClan, the towering looming pines of SkyClan or next to the raging river of their more hostile neighbors. No. This was her home and it was absolutely perfect.

If you wanted a better view than the one you already had though, outlook rock was the supposedly perfect option. She has only climbed it a pawful of times and each time the ground seemed to lurch beneath her. It was too far a drop, the dizzying feeling too much like the one she experienced whenever she dared peer over the edge of the gorge. A chill runs up her spine as she watches the three cats scrabble atop the rock, making her pelt shudder violently. She closes her eyes and pastes a smile on her face, hoping it looks more encouraging than the grimace she had worn only seconds ago. "Just don't look down!" she calls out, not realizing that her words may have the opposite effect. It's what she would want to hear, after all. A reminder that looking down would only make her nauseous.

She turns to Featherpaw, then, glad that he is out of the medicine cats den and once again by her side. "You don't want to give it a shot when they're done do you?" please, stars, she hopes she says no.

( ✦ ) test my worth in blood

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn’t above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw felt a pang of envy whenever he caught a glimpse of his father training Rivepaw. In Bluepool he could have hardly asked for a better mentor- not that he would ever tell her that- but to be taught by the leader? She had toiled- she was not foolish like her overconfident sibling. She strived toward every goal with no room for thoughtlessness- and yet, Rivepaw, who kept rolling into snapping jaws, received a privilege?

The feeling was shaken away, as soon as it occured. It was an unkind thought, and- besides, he was happy with Bluepool. Featherpaw narrowed her eyes as her mentor spoke, asking in an odd voice whether she would like to give it a go. Ever sharp, Featherpaw's gaze settled steady upon her, attempting to read her expression. Was it a challenge?

Don't look down, she'd said. So what about when you reached the top? And he hadn't missed that sickened look on her face, the shudder that had ran across her spine, when she had looked at the clambering cats. "I'd rather not see you lose your lunch," Featherpaw mumbled, a little embittered but decisive all the same. ​

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ There are many aspects of having an apprentice that Gravelsnap frequently finds himself missing. A constant companion to stand by his side on each and every trip outside of camp, a familiar face to greet each morning. A younger clanmate to watch over, to teach—to experience new things with, together. As they watch Sunstar and his apprentice scale Outlook Rock together, a flash of envy strikes through them. That could have been them, If only…

They shake the thought from their head, trying to spur their paws into action. They should join in, if only so that they can pretend to be a part—a true part—of the clan once more. After a moment, they find it in themself to take the first step toward the huge rock. "I haven’t ever tried this before. Have you, Bluepool?" Hazel eyes slide to the lead warrior, their expression one of genuine curiosity. She’d offered words of advice to those already climbing the rock, so surely she’s had some experience with climbing, right? Gravelsnap can recall their own last attempt to climb something, slipping clumsily down the trunk of a tree alongside Firefang. The memory makes their expression twist into something stiff, and they try to push it away. Focus on the present. Here and now. Climbing Outlook Rock seems a daunting feat, but they set their claws to the task, ears swiveling back against their head as they scrabble to find purchase.​

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