camp 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐒 ╱ 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

[SUNNVAR]

The night is still young when the flower-speckled warriors of WindClan return. The silvery moonshine falls softly upon their pelts, casting shades of blue across the burnished Sunstar, cooling his fire. He seems nearly at peace as he leads them back to camp and through their protective barrier. A few petals fall to the earth, brushed free in the tunnel — softened with the beginning of rot and fragrant in their final moments. At least half of the warrior's still remain as he parts from his clanmates and towards the place of his meetings. It is dark, and he knows that many of his clanmates who have not gone have fallen asleep. News will spread from curious tongues come morning. For now, he speaks to those that linger. There is no booming call to rouse them. Nothing that might stir the hornet's nest of their nursery.

His voice is quiet, even as he speaks commandingly. "We return from the Gathering with news. Howlingstar has proposed an addition to our code. I, with the other leaders, have agreed. From this night forward, each of our warriors who has proven themselves worthy of their name will sit one night in silent vigil. This night of reflection, of responsibility, will strengthen their knowledge of their rank. It is 'not a game that we play." That four warriors had thought their freedom more important than the safety of their clan stirs his chest with rage now. The idea that any of his own would act so foolishly. . . as wrong as Silversmoke had been, to speak out of turn against the leader of another clan, there was truth to what was said. They would not be let off so easily in WindClan.

Sunstar allows a moment for his words to sink in with the serious expression upon his face. I will not accept anything less. Once the stirring has sufficiently settled, he flicks his ears. "My council will join me in my den. The rest of you, return to your duties."

⋆°•☁︎ 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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[Firefang]

Firefang had conflicting opinions on some of the codes, this one however she can understand to instill new warriors the duty of making sure the camp was safe would further push them to comprehend the enormity of responsibility they now held. However she knows if the code had been proposed by any other leader but Thunderclan's or her own she wouldn't so readily be as fine with it - she couldn't trust the intentions of the others, she couldn't fully trust any clan other then her own (and can she say she even fully trusts her own?) but she holds a modem of respect for the forest dwelling clan, they were strong enough to deal with their problems, regardless if those overgrown kits she dubbed newly made warriors had been the ones to start that problem with their irresposibility. What mattered was it wouldn't happen again, no new warrior would be skirting duties and there was no longer a threat of wolves in any of their territories. She'd been dubious when she heard of Thunderclan's plan and how Sunstar accepted it, but the risk had paid off and her words of dissent were never spoken.

She'd been at the gathering herself to hear the words and their weight but it's further put into order now when Sunstar's meow rings out loud in the camp. This change would be put into place as quickly as the next apprentice became a warrior. She dips her head "It's a honor for a new warrior to be trusted with such a responsibility" she says though it's finished with words that are unmistakebly her own "If any cat tries to defy this code or leave the camp unguarded i'll shred em'" she declares.

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Truthfully, Scorchstreak has little to say about the new code. It is once again nothing of importance, and merely stands as a reminder that the warriors of other clans are incapable of handling themselves. It is an expectation for new warriors to be fully prepared to handle their newly gained responsibilities, without the threat of a code hovering over their necks. The silent portion strikes her as strange more than anything, though—why would silence be beneficial? A mentor should teach their apprentice when silence is required, and any well-trained apprentice would not need a vigil of silence or reflection to understand their duties as a warrior. It is unnecessary, in her eyes, more than anything. But Sunstar has agreed to the addition, and so she will not speak out against it. If her leader thinks it a good idea, then she will respect his decision. In the end, it isn’t as though the rule will ever affect her. If Pinkpaw is to become a warrior, she will learn not to neglect her duties.

The calico casts a glance in Firefang’s direction when the younger she-cat responds with threats of violence—typical Firefang, she thinks with an amused huff. She is not wrong, though. Scorchstreak would rip apart any warrior whose lack of responsibility led to multiple deaths within the clan. Hopefully ThunderClan is holding the foolish young warriors accountable for their actions. The announcement that the council will join the rosetted tom spurs her into motion, approaching Sunstar as he dismisses the remainder of the clan.​

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[SOOTSPOT]

The code was important if only to prove his ability to follow it made him superior over his more flexible clanmates, but as Sunstar announced a new edition, there was a hollowness to his chest when he realised it was a rule that had nothing to do with him. Several moons ago, he'd become a fully-fledged Tunneler; one who'd never needed to prove his loyalty by being quiet for a long period of time. Context lost on the one unable to attend gatherings, the chimera's eyes settled upon Firefang and Scorchstreak for clues, squinting at the former's threat of violence. Leave the camp unguarded was a phrase that caused tufted ears to twitch, a droll smile appearing upon his maw. Such disobedience would've never happened under a more fearsome leader... someone with ash-grey fur and eyes that pierced the soul like spikes. "Have faith in your clanmates, they are not as neglectful in their duties as some," he mewed to the other, tail whipping behind him. A call to the leader's den for the council caused Sootspot's nose to twitch as he turned his head, curiosity glinting in his chartreuse gaze. Perhaps he should ask his sister what that was about later, if he could find a reason for the medicine cat apprentice to talk to him.


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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw regarded his father's return in no time at all- because of course, he had not been restful in such an abundant absence of warriors. On the night of the gathering, he had never found himself able to relax. Though the full moon was a night of peace, surely... if treachery had bled within Sootstar, then it could burst and weep from another leader. Respect for StarClan, for truce, could be sullied... it was logically a less-than-zero chance. Thus, sharp yellow owl-eyes stayed watchful all through the night, until the returning party swivelled her ear and spun her attention.

Dutifully flocking, a glint of interest flintstriking her eyes, Featherpaw's attention was captured. A new code. This one sat a little better than the last... six moon old apprentices, frolicking for the three moons Featherpaw had spen crouched in studying silence... her scowl was not as deep, her eyes veiling no steel-walled hurt.

"Anyone with sense would have already d-done their reflecting," Featherpaw mumbled among the other apprentices, though it was clear in her voice she did not disagree with the rule. Her voice held no protest, no disdain... in fact, some WindClan apprentice probably did need a night for their responsibilities to bear down upon them. Of course, he was no such apprentice... but Featherpaw would shoulder it for the greater good. Always for the greater good. ​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Though she had been present for the initial offering of the newest addition to the code, Rattleheart couldn't help but find it was still lingering on her mind. Each step that brought her and her own apprentice closer to home did nothing to dislodge it, a soft thoughtful hum leaving her as she flicked her tail back towards Downypaw. The lead warrior wondered how they must have been feeling about the new addition, considering it wouldn't be that long until their own warrior ceremony came along. The thought disturbed her for some reason, paws shifting as she pondered if the moons that they had left together would be enough for her to shake Sootspot's grip from Downypaw's mind. The anxiety was still lingering even as she settled in to listen to Sunstar, gaze slowly shifting towards the tunneler in question.

The reactions of those around her were mostly unsurprising, Firefang's warning snap enough to make her snort in amusement. For once she could understand the moor runner's fire - honorable cats had died because of new warriors not attending to their duties properly. Yet, Rattleheart found she couldn't imagine the same thing happening within Windclan. Once Sunstar was finished, she finally allowed herself to turn fully towards Downypaw. "This new code will apply to you too, of course. I trust that by the time we're finished with your training, you won't have to ponder your place within Windclan too much. Even so... some self-reflection can be good for anyone." Sootspot once again became the center of her attention, before she shook her head. She doubted he had ever paused for proper introspection in his life. It was doubtful he'd start now. "For now, though, you go and get some rest." She had to imagine Downypaw was tired after the trip to the gathering, not to mention all the socializing that went on during it. Often she found herself utterly exhausted afterwards.

That certainly seemed to be the case now, though she still dutifully rose to her paws once their chat was over, following after both Sunstar and her sister into the leader's den for their usual meeting. Hopefully this one would be more peaceful than the last, considering Smokestar had been able to hold himself back from spitting anymore threats.

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
  ❥ 49 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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[downyfur]

Downypaw trails in Rattleheart's pawsteps, doing their best to stifle a yawn into their plush chest fur. Their first Gathering was a remarkable one, at least according to the commentary of their clanmates, as they had no other Gatherings to compare it to. It wasn't every Gathering that an addition to the Warrior Code was declared, though the last Gathering in living memory had resulted in Sunstar returning with the 6-moon apprenticing rule. So maybe it wasn't all that special. Still, this new law was written in blood; cats had died for it. But cats had died for Sootstar too, and freedom from her—and there was no code that outlawed the actions of leaders, only of the common warrior.

Sunstar's voice brightens the night again. Downypaw angles an ear, having heard it all before yet still curious as to how the dappled tabby would handle it. Afterwards, Rattleheart turns to her, solemnity gleaming in their jade eyes. "Of course," she replies, dipping her head. Pondering my place in WindClan... Their gaze lingers on them for a second, certain Rattleheart meant something by it but unable to decipher what. Letting the mystery slide for now, a smile tips onto their jaw as their mentor encourages them back to their nest. Quietly, they hum, "Thank you, I didn't expect to be this tired..."

They're just rejoining the clump of nests where the apprentices sleep when Featherpaw murmurs something to all of them. The leader's daughter's remark echoes what the majority of their clanmates might think, and Downypaw gives it a small, rueful smile. "I don't know." They curl their tail around their paws, blinking towards the dark hole of the gorse tunnel. "Not that I don't take it seriously, but...it wouldn't hurt to think on it a little more." Are they just parroting Rattleheart?

A night of vigil would give it meaning, they think, although they're too embarrassed to say it. A sense of finality, maybe. Something, some kind of ritual, to say that everything they did was worth it, that they're not a failure and a freeloader to their clan after all. And what if they had been one of the rejoicing fools? ...no, they couldn't possibly be. They would be careful. Warriorhood was not freedom. They'd still be trapped beneath Sunstar's and StarClan's claws, just like everyone else.​

 

[BLUEFROST]

It has been some time since Bluefrost had danced beneath the full moon, chin high and tail lifted as she padded beside her mother into the Fourtrees clearing. The small gray-blue she-cat has nearly forgotten the excitement the Gathering once brought her, the chance for her to flaunt her heritage, her worth, to Clans that were lesser. She watches with gleaming eyes as Sunstar leads the procession back toward camp, as the great spotted leader makes his way toward the front of those awake. A new addition to the warrior code had been added. Bluefrost tips her head to one side, listening with her characteristic blank expression. “From this night forward, each of our warriors who has proven themselves worthy of their name will sit one night in silent vigil.”

A vigil. She remembers her warrior ceremony, the resolution in her heart, the way Sootstar’s eyes had gleamed with emerald pride as she’d touched her muzzle to Bluefrost’s forehead. Power had surged within her, dizzying satisfaction. She hadn’t spent a moment reflecting on her new duties; she’d been eager to leave the life of eternal servitude behind her, to begin a life as a warrior forged in fire and raised in steel. She’d earned that freedom, after all; she’d nearly died to obtain it.

She can only think about how Sootstar would scoff at this new law, much the same as her brother does now. Bluefrost eyes him blankly and shifts her gaze to Firefang, who dips her head in fiery acceptance. Her words give the gray-pelted she-cat pause. “It’s an honor for a new warrior to be trusted with such responsibility,” she declares. She slowly dips her head in acquiescence as Featherpaw, Downypaw, and Rattleheart murmur assent around her. “Very well. So it shall be.” Perhaps the newer warriors would bring a larger sense of self to the role now—she hardly sees the harm in such a law.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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