wc rebels 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 ╱ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

[SUNSTAR]

He circles Featherpaw on snow-dusted paws, each step crunching the snow beneath them. Yet he is delicate in his strides. Measured. The snow is welcome and familiar– if there is anything that should bolster his spirits for the battle to come, it is the familiarity of the world around him. He had spent many moons learning the moors. But the moons before that were lived upon deep mounds of snow. To combine them both feels fortuitous. It feels like a sign. Yet he will not be alone in this battle, and for all that they have prepared already, it is not enough. His own excitement is not enough. His kittens will need to face battle once more. Rivepaw may be spared for her injuries, but Featherpaw, Bearpaw, Singedpaw. . . Even Sunlitpaw, he will expect to hold their own. Featherpaw is perhaps the one most prepared. And from there it is easiest to begin his lesson.

"Snow can be of great use in battle." With one broad paw, he sweeps a pawful towards his child's face. A curtain of white that shields his movement long enough that he darts to the site. "Use it. I want to see your ingenuity in each of your fights. You are still growing; others will have size, and experience. But as long as you have your mind, there is an edge to be found. Show me."

𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  ╱╱ 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 〚 11.22.2023 〛 —————«

• OOC. wait for @FEATHERPAW !
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  SUNSTRIDE. WINDCLAN DEPUTY & MOOR RUNNER.
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, LONERS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING SCORCHPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ LARGE CHOCOLATE ROSETTE TABBY, ICY EYES.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

His father was not his mentor, but Featherpaw knew his ferocity in combat, and had no qualms about heeding his advice. Determined eyes of yellow set, narrowed, upon Sunstride's face. All Featherpaw knew, as he watched the other tom's vulture-like movements, was that the battle was fast hurtling toward them. The fight for their home, that would crash down upon them like a ceiling of icicles... she heard its cacophony in the distance.

Blinding white- snow swept fast toward her, and Featherpaw squeezed her eyes shut, stunned and stung for a moment. Daughter of a deputy she had to remind herself. His eyes blazed open again, but Sunstride was elsewhere, his movement blurred with the snow. Use it. Featherpaw nodded sharply, prickles stuttering across her spine.

He was right; her size and inexperience put her at a disadvantage. But with Bluepool, and anyone who offered, Featherpaw had been tirelessly practicing. The chocolate tom warmed himself up, beginning to circle Sunstride just as he had been doing only moments before. With the speed of a growing moor-runner, she swept her own clump of sand toward Sunstride's face, darting elsewhere and hoping he would follow her movements.

Where she settled, Sunstride would be facing the bright Leafbare sun- hopefully, obscuring his vision enough for her to spring toward him and aim a strike at his legs. Pouncing upon someone bigger than him would be unwise, probably...​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[Bluepool]

When Sunstride had asked if he could take over Featherpaw's training for the day, Bluepool had not know whether to be offended or not. She decides quickly that she's not, that Sunstride knows she's a capable warrior and mentor and that he is just worried for his children's safety. She would vow with blood that she would not allow anything to happen to Featherpaw during battle though, not under her watch. For her apprentice, for her family and friends, she would gladly give her life if it meant they got to walk free from the battle-field in her place. Sootstar could have held onto that loyalty, the fierce drive that moves her to protect those that she loves, if only her sister had not dove off of the deep end into the pool of madness she was currently drowning in.

She is content to watch then, to lounge on the sidelines as Sunstride instructs his kin. Another dirty trick for the books. Her whiskers twitch in amusement. Pretty soon, Featherpaw would be among the top apprentices when it came to battling and he would earn that title by fighting anything but a fair fight. All is fair in love and war though, so they say.

When she notices that Featherpaw uses the sun to her advantage, she cannot help the whooping cheer that escapes from her jaws. She taught her that! "GET HIM FEATHERPAW!" She cries out excitedly, cheering on her young student.

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw doesn't really understand that anything fancy is happening. She sees Sunstride and Featherpaw playing with snow, and then suddenly they're attacking each other??? Featherpaw and Bluefrost seemed to like doing that a lot, which she guesses is why Bluefrost cheers so loudly when the fun game suddenly turns into biting! Too be fair, that can be a fun game, too... So... Pinkpaw will cheer with her! " YEAHHH, GET HIM! " she squeals in agreement. Also cause cheering is just fun!

Playing with snow is fun too, so obviously she'd take the opportunity to try and swipe some in Bluepool's direction the same way Sunstride had just done. Maybe he just did that for fun? Probably. For fun is always a really good reason, she thinks.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 5 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with suburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[RATTLEHEART]

Rattleheart couldn't help the way that their heart ached as they watched Sunstride and Featherpaw begin to spar from a distance, a smile plastered on their muzzle but a certain dullness to their eyes. They found that they were thinking of Peonypaw, mind drifting back to training sessions spent down in the tunnels. Tucked away near the solid dirt walls, advising him on how he could turn things to his own advantage if some kind of fight ended up breaking out, whether it was above or below the ground. Mentoring had never been the most natural thing in the world to them, but they had at least felt skilled in those moments. Had felt like they were actually doing something right, and that Peonypaw would end up growing into a tunneler that all of Windclan could be proud of.

He'd thought that even up until the day Windclan had been cleaved in two, and Peonypaw had chosen to stay among the loyalists. Now he could only ask himself if he could have done things differently. Maybe if he had been more attentive, focused more of his all on training... maybe it would be he and Peonypaw getting ready for the coming battle alongside them.

For once he was actually grateful for Pinkpaw's volume, her loud squeal dragging him from his anxious thoughts and back into the moment. Right. He wasn't meant to be worrying about Peonypaw, he was meant to be watching a spar. He quickly shook off his thoughts of the past, raising his voice alongside the others to try and shout out encouragement. "Go Featherpaw! You've got this!" He had no doubt that Featherpaw would be a well-trained warrior, considering she had both Bluepool and Sunstride to look out for her, not to mention Wolfsong.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[milkthorn.]

Milkthorn had spent many moons wasting his time as an apprentice. He'd think he knew everything, he'd override his mentor, and he wouldn't even regret it until she lay dead in the medicine den. He didn't regret it until too late- he was a horrible apprentice and he knew this. He wished sometimes he had the opportunity to make it up to dewmist, but it was far too late for that.

He was glad to have grown up, to mature who he was now. He was a better cat now, a better clanmate. He only wished he had matured much sooner.

The rosetted warrior watched intently as Sunstride guided his son on using snow to his advantage, taking in the advice for himself as well. Lately, all he had been doing when watching these sessions was absorb the information like a sponge- late, but well needed and he was glad he could understand this now. Knowledge, now that was true strength. And he wouldn't lie to himself further that he wasn't the smartest cat in the barn, but he was apt to continue learning even as he was declared a warrior.

"C'mon Featherpaw! You got this!" He followed the cheeres as he watched, a grin spreading across a scarred face.

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