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SUNNVAR

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Though there is much in this world that Sunstar would trust his warriors with at the cost of his life, it is good to stand here again. The dawn is chilly this morning, a reminder of the times they had left behind, but the tom is bright-eyed and eager to hand out patrols. Such a simple task, one he had forgotten the joy of in the long hours of pondering StarClan, and mentors, and each small piece of this clan that must be organized. A labor of love. But this is a good reminder. He drives himself into it with a booming voice: "WindClan! Gather for your patrols. There is much to be done." The apprentices not already roused by their mentors lift sleepy heads from dew-dropped nests; his warriors stretch and prepare themselves.

"@RATTLEHEART. We must test the use of our new tunnel. Take this path to RiverClan's border as dawn breaks, as fast as you may, and mark it as usual once you have arrived. @DUSTYFOOT, @whitedawn, and @Marmotbite. will accompany you." Timing will be everything, should they make use of this. Everything hinges upon the speed with which a tunneler may reach the border, and return once something has been found. Rattleheart will ensure that it is done with fidelity.

"@slateheart, follow this route from above come dusk, towards ThunderClan and fourtrees. You will lead @GRAVELSNAP, @Firefang, and @REDHEART. This is the first patrol that you have led– I know you will honor WindClan." He recalls the first time that he had asked the same of Gravelsnap, of many of his warriors. It is good to see the tom growing into his own strength within this clan. Sunstar seeks to reward this with a smile, and an extension of his trust.

It had been so few moons ago that he had stood in this spot as Sootstar commanded patrols, sending her strongest and most troublesome to borders where she wanted to seem strongest. He knows the feeling more than he would care to admit, but. . . strength is far different than violence. With an adequate show of one, the other would never be necessary. His gaze finds another warrior in the crowd. "@DIMMINGSUN will take the patrol to ShadowClan, leading @SNAKEHISS, @Goldenstrike, and @sparkspirit at sunhigh." A nod. "And at the same time, I ask that @Bluepool leads @gracklestep, @FOXGLARE, and @Periwinklebreeze. towards horseplace."

"This leaves the rest of the tunnelers at your command, @SCORCHSTREAK. It is yours to lead. @SOOTSPOT, @BLUEFROST, and @mistcrawl will go with you.." And with his next thought, Sunstar inhales deeply. By now Mintshade will have noticed that her name was not called. Nightingalecry stands with her. His eyes seek out them both.

"@Mintshade and @nightingalecry are to assist the queens for a time. With so many of our clan hunting to feed them, we lose those who would assist our queens. Entertain or educate, this is for you to decide. But you are to remain in camp with them until patrols have returned." He could not risk sending her to their territory, not with her belly as ballooned as it is. Whether or not she ignored it, Sunstar had seen the beginnings of pregnancy before. And Nightingalecry. . . well, the kits did not need another set of eyes to watch over them. His friend? She certainly did.
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ΰΌ„ΰΌ„ The call for patrols is heeded quickly by the calico, and she strides over to stand before her leader with a slow blink. Rattleheart is, of course, given a patrol to lead along the new tunnel, and Slateheart is tasked with leading his very first patrol. She offers the black-furred tom a friendly flick of an ear; he will make for a strong patrol leader, she trusts. Then, Sunstar says that rest of the tunnelers are at her command to lead a patrol wherever she sees fit. It is an honor, she thinks, to be trusted by the rosetted tom to decide exactly what her patrol for the day will be.

Then the leader ruins it by continuing to speak.

Sootspot. Once again, she is meant to play kitsitter to the shell-less snail who calls himself a WindClanner. She finds herself much more willing to put up with Bluefrost’s behaviorβ€”at least the she-cat shows grace regarding her precarious position within the clan, rather than attempting to undermine her and her authority at every turn. Still, she grits her teeth and does not complain; she only needs to deflect Sootspot’s pestering for this patrol, and then she can pass him off to anyone who is not herself. She nods to Sunstar, her voice betraying none of her displeasure as she says, "I will do with them what I see fit." Already she has an idea of where she will be taking this patrol.​
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" Can we do something fun today? " Pinkpaw bounds towards her mentor, taking a split second to briefly admire her own paws, the color - changing properties of which she has still yet to properly understand... Maybe if she gets them super dirty in the tunnels today, and then washes it all off, she'll suddenly be... blue? Maybe green? Maybe she can harness all the pretty colors Newleaf has given them and take it all for herself... That wouldn't be very nice, but maybe it'd be worth it to become the first blue cat ever? No – there are lke a thousand Blue's already. She'll just have to be the first green cat ever. " Bluefrost's coming! Isn't that cool? "

" And Mistcrawl! " Who she doesn't really know that well, but most WindClanners are cool, so they probably are too! " Annnnnd... " her head flops to one side. " You know... " She doesn't erally have a ton of reasons to not like Sootspot, but sometimes it's like... he says things that are too smart for her to understand. But she's pretty smart too, actually, so it must be he's always saying things that are too dumb for her to understand. Tsk! Typical tunneler.
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staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile πŸŒΈπŸŒ·πŸ¦„πŸ¦© don't be late, we got plans!
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    ( 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 8 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
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    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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β€œIndeed I am,” Bluefrost murmurs from behind Pinkpaw, whose enthusiasm would be contagious for most other cats. The gray she-cat remains stoic, however; she simply dips her head to Sunstar and scans the crowd for Scorchstreak’s tri-colored pelt. The she-cat’s amber eyes skim her, burn her, sear herβ€”and for a moment, Bluefrost feels chastened. Once, the lead warrior had looked upon her progress under the earth with the same pride her mother had. She can feel the scorn seeping from Scorchstreak and toward Sootspot, too, though her brother has far less grace than she does.

Bluefrost thanks her mother for the tact instilled within her, however unintentional it may be. She hesitantly dips her head toward Scorchstreak and settles in place beside her bouncy apprentice. β€œI am at your disposal,” she mews quietly.


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  • Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
    β€” β€œspeech”, thoughts, attack
    β€” 14 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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ΰΌ„ΰΌ„ The calico thinks highly her similarly-colored apprentice. She truly does, in spite of her own stoicism and Pinkpaw’s ability to find Scorchstreak’s very last frayed nerve and perfectly rake her claws against it. The younger tunneler is quite the compliant student, even if she is not always the most predictable one. So when the lead warrior responds to her first question with a short, serious "No," it is spoken in the most placating manner possible. Their work today will almost certainly not be fun in Pinkpaw’s eyes, because it will take place undergroundβ€”though not being under their own territory may prove novel enough to hold the apprentice’s interest for longer than WindClan’s own tunnels do.

Bluefrost responds to the second question before Scorchstreak does, confirming that she is coming with them; it isn’t as though the blue molly has much of a say in the matter, but still Scorchstreak is appreciative of at least one question being taken care of. She does not need to confirm her dislike for Sootspot, as it seems Pinkpaw has caught into it already. To both of the she-cats already nearby, she says, "We leave as soon as the others gather." Golden eyes search for the two toms, hoping to find them quickly in the camp.​
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"Patience, Scorchstreak. Mistcrawl's bones are not what they once were." Eyes glinted in amusement as Pinkpaw and Scorchstreak shared a glance and like a funhouse mirror of sympathy, Sootspot added his own, accompanied by a smile. Most Tunnelers had disappeared with his mother, though it made sense to be on patrol again with one of Sunstar's hounds because of it, the chimera couldn't exactly say he was pleased to be under the tortoiseshell's instruction again. She had made an enemy of him the moment she had stopped him from talking to Sootstar in her final days, it was a grudge he would never let her forget, no matter how many times he had to bring up her hypocrisy or ineptitude, false as they may be to anyone without his ego. A glance was cast at Sunstar as their leader finished sending out patrols, bowing his head low in acknowledgment of the task. StarClan knew what they would be doing now that RiverClan's shortcut was finished, when he thought of any maintenance they could be doing, his thoughts fell empty save for the paths at the outskirts of their land. He shook his head, meeting the yellow gaze of the Lead Warrior. "I am yours," he mewed, amicable.



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The concept of patrols was an alien one to Celandinepaw. Routine walking along the moors seemed like quite a bore to the wanderlust-haunted tabby. Though, being cooped in the invisible borders of the camp had sent a restless sort of electricity through her feet, as though fidgets fueled whatever energy she had to just get out there and explore. She wanted to see what the tallest hill on the moors was, how far she had to go before the Horseplace faded into the miasma of the distance, how quickly she could tear through the sawgrasses. The golden tabby at least hoped to tread along the fences of the Horseplace, as homesickness wracked at her hummingbird heart and made its twined nest in her gut. She missed her family, and unsaid farewells lilted upon her trigger-happy tongue. She hadn't the chance to even say a proper goodbye to her parents.... But there was no time to dwell in what lie in the (very recent) past. Preppy gait made its way to Dimmingsun and the rest of the gathering cats, to some place known as Shadowclan. She stood quite close to her taller mentor, brain rushing and roiling at the thought of yet another clan. Can't believe there's a whole other clan of cats! Wonder if they live in, like, the tunnels. That's a pretty shadowy place.​
 
AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE β€” Sunstar's voice was a familiar and comforting echo, rousing Rattleheart from his usual morning dozing. A nearly demolished hare sat at his paws, his only company for the moment as he gradually woke himself up. It would've been Venomstrike, but he knew staying in his shared nest with his mate would be a mistake, as he'd end up right back in the peaceful embrace of sleep if he nestled against thick, dark fur. This way he was actually ready as his name was called, jaws stretching only briefly in a yawn before he nodded towards their leader and his blazing pelt. The tunneler was more than eager to test out their new tunnel and see how it held up, and while he had never really been much of a runner, he could make an exception just this once.

Those that were being sent along with him weren't that bad either, or at least didn't make him want to gnaw his own leg off when he was around them for too long. The monochrome tom sent a brief look of sympathy in his sister's direction as her patrol was announced, knowing that it was likely at least one of them would be stuck with Sootspot coming along. At least she was wholly in charge of the patrol, meaning she could pick a task that he wasn't likely to sabotage with his unkind words. Or his kind ones, considering how terrible he seemed even at being what he referred to as friendly. The thought of an actually friendly Sootspot made an amused smirk curl on his muzzle, a light unexplained chuckle bubbling out of him as he pushed himself up to his paws.

A brief nod was sent in the direction of those that had been stated after him, his long tail straight up in the air to serve as a beacon to his patrol in the middle of the gathered crowd. "We'll head out as soon as you all are ready, especially you apprentices. Make sure you have something to eat beforehand... you'll need the energy for the run we're going to be taking." He actually grinned a bit at that, wondering how the newly-named Spotpaw would handle his first patrol being a task so unexpectedly intensive - especially for a group of tunnelers. Hopefully a trial by fire wouldn't scare him off entirely.

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    β₯ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
    β₯ 50 moons old; ages the 1st every month
    β₯ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
    β₯ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
    β₯ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
    β₯ currently mentoring downypaw
    β₯ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
    β₯ "speech", thoughts, attacking
    β₯ peaceful powerplay allowed
    β₯ all opinions are ic
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​
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Periwinklebreeze listens with rapt attention as his leader speaks. While always a rather hard working cat, he's clearly redoubled his efforts after becoming lead, and the clans most recent additions to the nursery had only stirred him into acting more responsible. He'd meant what he'd said - he'd work himself to the bones if need be, to provide for his kits, his clan. Head nods as he's given his assignment - a warm smile flickering across battle scarred face as his eyes seek out his former mentor. Bluepool will always be one of his most trusted, even if there is a gap between them that keeps him from defining such respects as 'friendship'. He owed his life to her, a thousand times over, and truly he found her far more tolerable than either of her sisters (not that he'd ever say such within mintshades hearing). " Y-you'll be coming w-with us then - g-g-get a feel of the t-territory and what patrols are l-like, " he says softly, tail beckoning as he speaks to @SCORPIONBACK .

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