𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝗕𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝗕𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ╱ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 08.2024

[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Like a jolt of lightning, Sunstar's energy upon the rock exits him in a flash of motion and words. He leaps to the rock with explosive force, the path up here finally feeling wholly natural once more, and calls out with a booming voice: "All cats old enough to race the moors, gather beneath the Tallrock!" The words rush out of him faster than his typical speech– the soothing metronome giving way to something like passion, or fear. All know by now that quick-paced words from the leader's maw means trouble. It reflects itself upon the faces that gather beneath his paws. "There is much for us to celebrate this moon, but know this first: Cottonsprig is missing, with only the scent of a rogue alongside her blood." Sympathy scans the crowd. Bluefrost, Foxglare. (Had he known the truth, what would replace the gentle concern? The wordless assurance that all would be well? That she would be found?)

"We could not place DuskClan with any certainty, but with all that has happened. . . we must keep our eyes on our borders. Their attack on our camp, Lilypaw's death, and now this! For the time being, apprentices are no longer to leave camp without a warrior at their side. Even at their mentor's direction." The worst penalty he can impose upon the cats that yearn for the freedom of the moors, yet Sunstar's voice is stern and unyielding. "Even warriors should not go without alerting another. Tell a clanmate what path you are taking, and when you expect to return. We will not lose more of our clan to complacency, or foolishness." So many of them. His lip twitches between a grimace and a snarl. Both of them, horribly frustrated.

"Scorchstreak will increase our patrols along that border, and you are to interact with barn cats only scarcely." Even Pollenfur, and all the others that had left for peace he could not provide. Peace did not have its place in this clan, it would seem. It does not matter how he wishes to provide it, or what he would do to achieve it. Something would always come to tear it down and drag it away until it is war that keeps their peace, and war that corrupts all that they have strived for. Enough, comes a wild, fanged thought. What replaces peace, able to weather the force of desperate claws? It sits in his chest, now.

It spills from his mouth in words that he had not let past his council — even they will sit with shock as he says it: "Our clan is mired in danger, as is the way of this life. Under Sootstar, our kits took to apprenticeship far younger than they do now. They trained for six moons, and faced the world ready for it after this. But beneath StarClan's law, our apprentices are older, stronger to begin, yet they face less training than ever before. Should our moor runners be apprenticed at six moons, they learn the ways of a warrior for only three more compared to the other clans. In the uncertain times ahead of us, we cannot be unprepared!" They will hate this delay, he knows. . . but it is for the better. "After today, our moor runners will not earn their warrior names until they have faced six moons of apprenticeship, and our tunnelers, two seasons to learn the maze beneath our paws."

It cuts deeper than he had expected. An apology to his son, to Lilypaw. Both far too late to mean a thing. And to stare down at Singedpaw as he says it. . . the tom's voice is suddenly tired, gentle —

He takes a deep breath, his eyes glowing softly. "As the last of those that may graduate at the times of the past, with two seasons of training, Singedpaw is ready to join our tunenlers in full. Step forward." His heart aches and it swells; he speaks the first part up here as tears sting at his eyes. "I, Sunstar, leader of WindClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look upon this apprentice. They have spent moons in training to understand our code, and our way of life. Now, I commend them to you as a warrior. @SINGEDPAW– do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. kicking out my little quote box because it's TINY and USELESS! SHOUTOUTS GO HERE TODAY! a big big thank you to literally everyone in this clan rn because these shoutouts are not all-inclusive and a lot of you had a really amazing month both ic and ooc. thank you all so much for being a part of windclan. ;0;

for the personal shoutout peeps, we have these guys hitting 15+ !! @SCORCHSTREAK @WOLFSONG @cottonsprig @RATTLEHEART @dimmingsun @BLUEFROST @SCORCHSTORM @SOOTSPOT @PINKSHINE @Cricketcry @Brackenpaw @ROWANPAW @Vulturekit.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. —
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost's face feels numb. She looks at Sunstar with blank, misery-dusted eyes, feeling the weight of her sister's disappearance like stone on her shoulders. "Cottonsprig is missing," the leader intones, and there are ripples of unease through the crowd. Bluefrost catches Sunstar's glimmering eyes, and she forces herself to hold their gaze. What would you say if you knew the truth — that your medicine cat has abandoned her Clan, as well as the warrior code? Bluefrost's eyes drift away from her leader's and toward her paws. What would you say if you knew I helped her do it? That I'm no better?

The word DuskClan rings out over them all. Bluefrost fights the chill that word inflicts upon her fur. They will blame this on them. Thriftfeather is in further danger, then, and it's Cottonsprig's fault... she bites her tongue, anger beginning to warm the pads of her paws. She feels as though she's on the crumbling edge of a cliff, that she cannot back up quick enough in time.

Stars damn you, Cottonsprig. I hope the rogue you're hiding with is at least keeping you fed and safe. Stars knew her incompetent sister could not protect herself from thieving cats, from predators...

Sunstar tells the gathered Clan that Scorchstreak will be increasing patrols along that border, that barn cats are to be avoided unless necessary. Bluefrost dips her head in acknowledgment, though by now her leader knows she will not be joining these patrols anyway. She will be secluded, alone, lost to thoughts better avoided.

The golden-pelted tom decrees apprentices will expand their training time. Bluefrost's ears twitch. She had left the nursery at three moons, had joined her mother's warriors beneath the stars at twelve, but Sunstar wants tunnelers to have two seasons' worth of training before they can leave their apprenticeships behind them. She thinks of the children swelling in her belly, thinks of the training they'll endure now, the extra time they'll spend in the nursery with their mother.

You would scoff at the notion, Mother. She does not, though. Strangely, she acquiesces without a word.

Singedpaw, carmine-coated and ready to receive their warrior name, steps forward, and Bluefrost watches hte ceremony with quiet unrest.

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

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

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[SINGEDTHROAT]

︿─︿.𖥔 ݁ ˖︿─︿Cottonsprig's disappearance —murder? kidnapping?— is a grave opening. They remember how she used to entertain Singedpaw and their siblings as kits when their parents were preoccupied, like an older sister more than a kitsitter. Even if she wasn't one of their medicine cats, her disappearance would be distressing, and Singedpaw solemnly vows to scour the tunnels inside and out for any potential signs. They're well-connected across WindClan's territory, and for the most part, invisible to onlookers. If DuskClan wants to try again, Singedpaw is determined to make it bloody.

Their brow and nose wrinkle when their father moves to expand the training time. They understand the impetus, but begrudge what effect it may have on their own graduation— they have already been an apprentice longer than their siblings, who have all earned their names one way or another. Being a tunneler had already felt insulting enough without this added indignity.

But then— then. Their eyes widen slightly, back straightening as Sunstar says their name. He calls them forward, and after a brief paralysis, they take the longest strides their shorter legs can manage, staring up at their father with a proudly tipped chin. They know their ðir watches nearby, and despite Singedpaw's reservations about crawling in the dirt while the rest of their family spends the day above ground, they are...excited. It swells in their throat and quickens their heart, and the sunlight glistens in the sheen of their father's eyes.

"I swear it, Fa— Sunstar. I won't let WindClan down."
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SINGEDPAW of WINDCLAN TUNNELER. WOLFSONG X SUNSTAR. 11 MOONS OLD, THEY/THEM. BORN 09.08.2023.

.𖥔 overview .𖥔 physicality .𖥔 personality .𖥔 interaction

• — Sibling to Bearflight, Rivewhisper,, Sunlitwing, & Featherspine. Named after their pelt-color to invoke ember-like imagery.
  — Formerly apprenticed to Smallwhisker (Sootstar loyalist). Somewhat of a reluctant tunneler; wants to be renowned in battle like their sisters Rivewhisper and Featherspine.
  — Uses they/them pronouns only; will not respond to the use of any others. Flirtatious but without true intent of romantic pursuit.
• — Small, as is typical for tunnelers. The runt of the litter who has greatly taken after Wolfsong's height, but with Sunstar's slimmer structure; fur gives the illusion of a bulk that doesn't exist.
  — Eyes are a striking, frost-hewn blue paler than both their parents' eyes, and without a tinge of green. Often narrowed shrewdly, which is primarily a habit picked up from Wolfsong.
• — Singedpaw seems to take after the snake's skin fed to Wolfsong. Their friendliness is the swaying grass that the snake's slither matches in rhythm, not quite a lie but not quite honest, either. Warmth is a guise for a very watchful and even somber psyche. Like their parents, they are incredibly proud, but without their temperance. Slights to their dignity may very well result in a physical altercation. A bit haughty and rude when irritated.
• — Peaceful actions may be powerplayed, such as shoulder brushes, light bumps, and playfully intended gestures. Violent or harmful actions can be attempted with a ping for this account.
  — Please note that while peaceful actions can be powerplayed, and while most will be received well, there is a chance Singedpaw will become discomfited and react aggressively.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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There is an undercurrent of anxiety that taints this meeting - Cottonsprigs dissapearance a heavy weight upon their shoulders. Still, it only makes the queen more certain then ever in his choices. Tongue raps across his kittens fur where they sit, and her even makes sure to give @mourningkit and @weepingkit a cursory once over. They're his charges too, even if it doesn't feel quite the same.

Today is an important day for all of them - more so then they even know.

Blue gaze sets upon golden form as Sunstar speaks, heading nodding along in stubborn agreement - phantom aches rippling through his scars at the reminder of how true his words are. His first patrol, four moons old even, delayed as he'd been, and he'd nearly died. He would never wish to put another so young in his place - and to expand the training time with Lilypaws recent death is only sensible. Only windclan named warriors so young anyways - perhaps that had been just another affect of Sootstars madness..

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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// tidying up @Dustkit @BILBERRYKIT @Vulturekit.

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Recent events have left Gravelsnap feeling… uncertain. They have become a mate and a strange sort of pseudo-father all within the span of one month, and now the clan is missing one of its medicine cats. At the very least, the healer who’s missing is the more useless one, but that still doesn’t make the clan’s circumstances any better. An apprentice has been killed by rogues, and now the leader is putting his foot down and raising the age at which apprentices are made warriors. It means that Sheeppaw will not be made a warrior are this meeting, but Gravelsnap is fine with holding his apprentice back for a few extra months. Of course, Sunstar’s own kit will not face the same delay of their warrior name—blatant favoritism, but Gravelsnap can excuse it because Singedpaw is a tunneler. It doesn’t matter what age tunnelers are made warriors at, because they will never be prepared for battle as it is.

They stride over to stand beside Periwinklebreeze and the gaggle of mostly-grown kits that surrounds him. They don’t care much for the other tom’s first three kits, but there has grown some softness in their heart for the orphaned duo that they had stumbled across alongside Peri. Weepingkit and Mourningkit are so new to the clan, yet they are just as deserving of recognition as the others. If Gravelsnap were more motherly, like Peri, then perhaps they would offer both kits a lick to the top of their heads as good luck. As it is, they simply lean in to speak into their mate’s ear. "They grew up quickly," the black-patched tom observes, their voice low enough for their mate to hear without disturbing the rest of the meeting.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed, but they hate physical contact & will lash out if not close friends / family
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The meeting opens with an official announcement of Cottonsprig’s disappearance, and Scorchstreak’s scarred expression does not change. The loss of a medicine cat is concerning, especially after she had only just brought the clan a sickly kit to look after. But the patrols had turned up no sign of the smoky-furred feline, and so the deputy is left only with the hope that the clan will not be left without two healers for long.

Scorchstreak straightens in response to Sunstar’s next order of business. She had expected this—had hoped for it, even. Pinkshine had taken well to her training, but only because she had a full nine months of apprenticeship. Since the foolish six-month code was established, apprentices start at a deficit rather than having an advantage in their training. But this… this timing could not be more dreadful. With DuskClan all but nipping at their heels, toying with them, WindClan needs warriors now. Especially with all the non-contributors that have taken up places within the clan. Kits and queens are a blessing to the clan, but too many at once only weigh down the rest of the capable warriors, who are forced to eat only after those who do not hunt have had their fill. It is not sustainable.

Singedpaw is a little-known apprentice to the deputy, one who has faded into the background among the rest of WindClan’s problems. Unremarkable, but they had still trained just as long as their siblings. Longer, even. They will receive their warrior name today, and no others will follow them. No others will graduate so young. It is not a comfort—it is WindClan falling behind. They need reconnaissance now more than ever before, and Sunstar is not only disallowing apprentices from leaving camp without their mentors, but also forcing them to be apprentices even longer? The calico’s dark ear flicks, but her golden gaze does not waver. The rosetted tom has made his decision, and he will not be swayed. They may not be so close as they once were, but Scorchstreak still knows her leader well enough to know that he will not budge.

With a sigh, the calico nods stiffly—already thinking up the first rotation of border patrols to the horseplace.

☽♰☾ IT WAS WAR, IT WASN’T FAIR

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  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to none ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed, but if not a friend she may react poorly
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* Sometimes, eventful meetings are bad meetings. Sometimes, the black and white tom returns from a patrol to find that Sunstar has ascended to his place atop the tallrock and has declared they’re medicine cat missing. And sometimes, Frostwind stares up at his leader in shock as he raises the age of warriorhood to a season longer for both moor runners and tunnelers. It’s strange, the idea that tunnelers have to train for over three seasons now. He's not great at math, but with that timeline… Frostwind would have only become a warrior at this meeting. At least Singedpaw doesn’t have to face a surpruse delaying of their warrior name, he considers. But the news of Cottonsprig’s disappearance overshadows all of the joy he may have felt for the younger tunneler’s warrior ceremony. Without the two medicine cats the clan had grown accustomed to, what will they do? What if Wolfsong gets sick? He looks to Sunstar, as if the leader will somehow give him the answer that he seeks.

❆ outpace the dawn

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  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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[Brackenpaw]

How does a medicine cat just... disappear? Maybe there should be more patrols or something, it was concerning that a rogue could just take someone so important to the clan like that. She guessed that's just how it happened, everything feels normal until one day it doesn't. Will it ever be considered normal? Will she one day meet news like this at meetings with apathy? Brackenpaw hoped not, it seemed like a terrible way to live. She tries to see if she can notice Bluefrost in the crowd, Cottonsprig was- no, Cottonsprig is her sister after all. Their maw scrunches into a sneer at the news of not being able to leave camp without a warrior present, while she was capable of enough critical thinking to understand the necessity of this precaution they couldn't help but be annoyed by this outcome. Yes it was for her safety and for the safety of the other apprentices but DuskClan was already taking so much, how come they had to take away the simple act of leaving camp too?

The bad news only gets worse, at least to the tunneler apprentice. The news of the extended apprenticeship time was bitter, too annoyed at the fact that this happened to even consider the logical reasoning as to why this may be a good thing. "You're joking, this is so dumb" they mutter to themself, not loud enough to cause a scene but anyone who was sitting next to them could be able to hear this quiet complaint. Brackenpaw may be brash but there was a time and a place, the meeting where Cottonsprig's disappearance and the reminder of Lilypaw's death was not that place nor the time.

Instead they sit a little straighter and curl their tail around themself, deep scowl never leaving as they stare at the WindClan leader. How did the other apprentices feel about this? Was she the only one who was annoyed by this outcome? At least the boring stuff was happening without a hitch, while receiving warrior names was a positive event (and one that WindClan seemed to really need this meeting) they didn't feel particularly invested in any of them in the past nor does she in the present when Singedpaw is called up. They hope that they're excited for this at least, it would probably suck more if the to be named warrior also wasn't excited for this. She guessed it was kind of cool to see what name they would receive but she was too busy trying to be annoyed to really consider it.

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  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 9 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ The only disruption to their silence is the affirmation of his child. Though his gaze scans all of them, searching for their dissent or their relief, he finds. . . acceptance, more than anything else, and that is all that he may ask. Discomfort nudges between his ribs. He recalls Sootstar's meetings. All that he had felt uncomfortable with, and allowed nonetheless. He recalls the way the other clans fault them for that, and wonders if they will think the same of his doctrines in the moons to come. It goes against everything that he had thought of himself — strong, relentless; an outspoken voice of independence and reason. He coddles kittens the way that he had never been coddled. But the more that he thinks on it. . . perhaps they deserve to be coddled, at times.

He stares mournfully at Singedpaw down below. Pride and pain meld together. He exhales. "Then beneath StarClan's gaze, I give you your warrior name. From this moment on you will be known as Singedthroat. Your pride and guile have served you well through your apprenticeship, and will do so now as a full warrior of WindClan." He descends easily from the rock, at least as far as his paws are concerned. What had once been slowed by uncertainty no longer bothers him. Yet he is still nearly shaky as he lowers his muzzle to his child's head, sighing into the mane of fur that starts between their ears. The last of his litter. They had made it this far.

He chants their name once he is upon the rock again, booming as clearly as thunder with the echo of his clanmates' voices: "Singedthroat!"

From there, Sunstar falls to silence. Where words would typically come to smooth the empty time into his next task, he finds nothing. Heavy-hearted eyes fixate upon the sunset pelt, and then his clan, and there must be so much there that pours out from his expression: he can feel the way it twists across his face. An overfull heart that spills with grief and love, hope and loss.

"Mourningkit, Weepingkit, Puddlekit, Vulturekit, Bilberrykit, Dustkit, Brokenkit, and Honeysucklekit —" An entire nursery empties out, and Sunstar cannot help but be cheered at the sight of them filing in. "Today, the number of our apprentices swells. Each of you are old enough now to provide for this clan, and to learn our ways. From this day forward, each of you will be a 'kit no longer, but a 'paw alongside those who were once your denmates.

"@mourningkit – you will be known as Mourningpaw, and your mentor will be Whisperfire. Though you are new to this clan, I hope that they will pass on all that they know of our territory, and our customs." They both get a mental wish of strength and fortitude, though his gaze is not particularly soft upon the young feline. The litter's presence within his clan was not one that he was greatly pleased with. The dissatisfaction does not fade as he turns to the next.

"@weepingkit, you will be known as Weepingpaw. Your mentor will be @Paleface. As with Mourningpaw, I know that you are new to this clan. There is much weight upon your shoulders, and I trust that Paleface will prove an apt guide. May your mentor pass on their knowledge and strength to you." (Is he too much like Sootstar in this moment? Looking upon an outsider's kit with wary unease, and the uncertainty of a cat who did not know if his expectations would be met.)

Again, the warrior looks away. "@Puddlekit." It is good to move to a kitten that he is more certain of — more familiar with, he corrects himself swiftly. "From this day forward, you shall be known as Puddlepaw. Until you earn your warrior name, your mentor will be Jaggedfang. I trust that they will pass on their knowledge and their skill to you, so that you may do the same in turn in the moons to come."

The next come together, as Mourningpaw and Weepingpaw already had. It is strange that he would call them up separately, and so Sunstar chooses at random whose name he calls first: " @Vulturekit., step forward. From this day, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Vulturepaw. And your mentor will be @Periwinklebreeze." Of the small litter the lead warrior had adopted, it seems only this one is fit for racing the moors. He had requested it personally, and though he still must grow used to the idea, it will be good to see him returned to his place outside the nursery. "I know that he will pass onto you all that has been taught to him."

In the next breath: "@BILBERRYKIT, you will be known as Bilberrypaw. Your mentor will be @SCORCHSTREAK ." The black and white kitten so far beneath him isan absurd sight here. He recalls Pinkpaw at her first meeting so many moons ago, and it comes to him now that so much has changed. There is a heavier weight upon his deputy's shoulders, but it is faced with a levity that nears the same in her new apprenticeship. Sunstar cannot say as much, but his voice is warm as he speaks. "She is among the best of WindClan, and I know that she will continue training cats that follow in her stride."

That one of her kits is next upon this does not escape him. "@Dustkit — your name shall be Dustpaw, and @FROSTWIND will be your mentor." There is weight to this. A child of two deputies, of two messy pieces of their clan's history. He trusts the patchwork tunneler. He would not put him in this position otherwise. But looking between the two of them, he thinks of Badgermoon and Scorchpaw. And by extension, of himself. "He will teach you all that he knows, so you may thrive in this clan," he says nonetheless.

Then it is to the last pair before them. "@honeysucklekit– you will be known as Honeysucklepaw, and until you earn your warrior name, your mentor will be @cricketcry." A bold decision, he knows. Compared to his peers, the warrior was a gentle soul, not wholly fit for combat. Yet in his drive to learn and better himself, Sunstar sees a cat who could teach an apprentice much the same things. Tenacity, and bravery. "I trust that he will pass on all he knows to you."

" @brokenkit ♠," he says with finality. "From this day forward, you will be named Brokenpaw. And I will be your mentor." Here, his words die. He does not know what is right to say. His wishes for a better future, or certainty in the apprentice's training, both seem hollow in face of his own abilities. Assurance was useless, when he instead could teach by action. As the other mentors touch noses with their apprentices, Sunstar once again descends to do the same. His gaze filled with steely curiosity, he cannot deny that behind there is worry. For all of his friend's better qualities, it is clear to all that this kit was not her favorite of the pair. If she could not look after him. . . it seemed only right that he would.

Rather than return to his place on the rock, Sunstar again chants their names from his place within the gathered clan: "Mourningpaw! Weepingpaw! Puddlepaw! Vulturepaw! Bilberrypaw! Dustpaw! Honeysucklepaw! Brokenpaw!"

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchstorm settles in at Frostwind's side as if proximity alone could sew together moons of distance. The meeting begins with a gunshot: Cottonsprig is missing. DuskClan is the first thought to enter her mind; she blames them for everything she can. RiverClan follows soon behind in her line of scapegoats. If the river rats had let Bluepool dive into the gorge, surely they would have the gall to push a medicine cat over, too? But the evidence does not match the theory: Cottonsprig had disappeared with rogue scent heavy, her blood spilled, nowhere near the RiverClan border. To her, addled by grief and fury, the contradiction still does little to clear RiverClan's name.

More news, more rules; she can no longer depart camp on her lonesome, as she has taken to doing. She is at least grateful for the fact that Sunstar's new decree about training had not applied to her — though truthfully, it may not have even mattered. Her warrior ceremony had been moons late for reasons she could never hope to control. She has her name now, though, and pride surges through her for it — before withering, weak and black, into the same empty yawn that has filled her chest for sunrises.

It is unfortunate, how the gloom shades Singedthroat's warrior ceremony. "Singedthroat!" comes her single cry. She wants to be excited — wants to be aflame with joy, and yet. The tunneler apprentice becomes a tunneler in true. It is a joyous moment, and yet joy is sucked out of them all, as if leeches drew it straight from their blood.

And then the apprentices. A huddle of kits crowd Sunstar's paws as their names are called. Amidst them, she focuses on a single black pelt, ears angled forward. Brokenkit would become an apprentice today. He's so strange, and she quietly adores his strangeness, and even more quietly she wishes she could scoop him and his sister away from Mintshade and into the arms of a truly loving queen — and yet. Pure as her intentions are, it is not her decision to make. The most she can hope for is that she may have a hand in their training.

Periwinklebreeze's kits are first to be named and apprenticed. Scorchstorm has yet to familiarize herself with his newest ones, though she finds her motivation... lacking. It is not a new feeling. Of the kits she knows, they are apprenticed well. Periwinklebreeze is sweet and would keep good watch over Vulturekit; Scorchstreak needs no praise in her teaching; for Frostwind, her heart contracts and expands with newfound pride. He would be a fine mentor to Dustkit. He knows the tunnels almost as well as Scorchstreak does, and she is sure at least some of that knowledge is by virtue of their mother's passion for her work.

Finally, only Honeysucklekit and Brokenkit remain. Honeysucklekit will be a tunneler; she is given to Cricketcry, and Scorchstorm's lips twitch upwards to play at smiling. There is one apprentice left to name. He is made Brokenpaw, and he will be Sunstar's apprentice.

She should be glad. She of all cats knows well that Sunstar is a wonderful mentor; a powerful cat who taught ferocity but also kindness, who taught practical skill just as much as he taught a cat about themselves. And yet.

Scorchstorm is not glad. Really, she feels as though her sternum has cracked and fallen to pieces, but still she cheers the names of the new apprentices. Brokenpaw is not hers to mentor — it is not her decision. Sunstar knows best, doesn't he? It would not have been a good fit after all; she would not have done well in her role. She would have been a first-time mentor, and surely Brokenpaw would need more direction that she would be fit to give. The knowledge does not stop the culling of her grin, nor does it aid the meek volume of her cheers.

"Mourningpaw, Weepingpaw, Puddlepaw, Vulturepaw, Bilberrypaw...." she fizzles into a cough, tucks it into her chest as best as she can. When it settles, she looks to her littermate and mouths congrats at him from where he sits across from his new apprentice. Desperately, she berates herself for wishing she were up there with him.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 ✧

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• SCORCHSTORM —— warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Gravelsnap joins him, and for a moment Periwinklebreeze allows himself to take comfort in his mates presence. For a moment, they almost feel like a family - all of them sitting there. As though he can almost forget everyone who isn't there. His smile is a fragile thing, not quite reaching his eyes but genuine nonetheless - " They did, d--didn't they? " he agrees softly. it feels like just yesterday he'd carried his kits across the border - each so small and fragile they could fit carefully in his jaws. And Mourningkit and Weepingkit weren't much different - for all that they'd joined much later, he takes pride in how quickly they've adjusted to life in the clan - growing so mch more then he could've hoped.

Attention is pulled once mre to sunstar as he continues to speak, voice joining the rest as Singedthroat becomes windclans newest warrior. " Sin-gedth-throat! Sing-gedthroat!" he calls out, allowing the crowds excitement to wash over him. And then as things settle down once more, it's at last time - an encouraging smile upon his face as each of his children are called forwards.

Mourningkit to Whisperfire, Weepingkit to Paleface. And then it's his turn moving forwards to join the newly dubbed Vulturepaw at the front of the crowd. There is no surprise, no suspense - only gentle warmth and pride. He will do good by his son, just as Bluepool and Snowshadow and even Vulturemask once did for him. " I hope y-you're ready - I promise there will b-be lots to l-learn, " he jokes quietly, tongue rasping against his apprentices ear.

He's quick to settle back into the crowd afterwards, content to watch the rst of the proceedings, grin ever-widening. " Mourn-n-ingpaw! Weepingpaw! P-Puddlepaw! Vulturepaw! Bilb-berrypaw! Dustpaw! Honeysucklepaw! Brokenpaw! "

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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[honeysucklepaw]

She'd practically bitten at her deputy's heels for moons to have a chance at leaving the camp early... even Sunstar had been victim to her pleas for freedom. Cottonsprig had taken it upon herself several times to try to sate them with some form or flowery entertainment. It was a communal effort to keep the pitch she-kit at bay, to keep her contained when all her feet wanted was to run. To explore.

She thinks that maybe Mintshade itched for it too.... the chance at being a warrior again. Her mother didn't do much to fuss over the two of them, as frizzy and unkempt as they always were- Honeysucklekit thinks it makes her look threatening... and maybe that'd be best, to make sure those pesky neighbors didn't dare cross their borders. But she is still... small.... staggeringly, compared to her twiggy brother.

When Sunstar beckons them forward, sharp fern eyes fixate on him with a fiery determination. Of course he opts to make them last, which only serves to bolster her impatient tail lashings... Her gaze skims the crowd for her kin, for Bluefrost (who'd conveniently become a member of the nursery the moment Honeysucklekit was old enough to actually go exploring with her!) in hopes of.... of something.

Without Cottonsprig.... it felt... weird here.

Her eyes fixate on Cricketcry as the spry tom is named her mentor- she can't say the name stands out to her much and secretly, she'd hoped maybe Scorchstreak would have her instead. Hiding her disappointment, her ears perk forward, reaching forward to touch noses with the tunneller only for her spotted leader to ruin her entire day in one, stupid sentence.

Brokenpaw.... was his apprentice?!

Incredulously, her gaze snaps towards her brother, her twin.... furiousness wells in her belly, stare hardening as if prompting him to say something. Sunstar just... just wanted him out of pity! He'd always favored Brokenpaw, had always looked at him like a kicked bunny! Outrage calls her tongue to action, "You're kidding," her voice comes out in a shrill squeal, "He doesn't even... Brokenpaw doesn't even want you!" Franticness makes her paws feel shaky, flicking her attention back to her sibling anxiously, "T-tell him Brokenpaw!"

Her brother loathed such spotlight as this... and to be doted on by Sunstar of all people. He had to be upset, had to hate this! So why wasn't he protesting? Why didn't he speak up? Why was he just.... sitting there?! Letting it happen?!

Her maw hangs agape, bewildered and frustrated, all but forgetting the presence of her poor mentor who weighs nothing now in comparison to this heavenly slight made against her. She was the one StarClan shared dreams with! She was the one destined to bring about a better WindClan- she-

Honeysucklepaw feels her mouth run dry, realizing her outburst has only drawn more attention to the both of them.... and it isn't good attention... is it....? Her ears fold back, glancing around at the pairs of eyes that glance towards her and frowns, sheepish and wishing she'd been more like her brother. Wishing she'd kept her mouth shut.

The cheering of other names, hopefully, is enough to make her forgettable. It is the one time she wished Sunstar didn't actually remember her.

// im so sorry she's like this

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'the flames of injustice burn my throat'
• HONEYSUCKLEPAW
  ward of wind-swept moors
  she/her
  daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[Cricketcry]

𓆧 By the time Sunstar called the meeting to gather, news of Cottonsprig's disappearance had already been shared around camp like wildfire. It saddened Cricketcry, but he would never know how it could feel for Cottonsprig’s own family and those closest to her. Cricketcry could only hope she was alive. He shifts apprehensively and quickly glances at Bluefrost through his peripherals but quickly flits his gaze away, as kits are called forward to for their ceremony.

Cricketcry has never been a mentor, never considered he’d be given the privilege. He suspects the entire clan thinks the exact thoughts he does about himself, he's the laughingstock of Windclan. At least he may be of use in one way— entertainment. As per usual, he listens with a disconnected interest to the apprentice ceremony, gaze flittering to see the reactions of mentor and apprentice alike. This is his favorite ceremony, especially as he is able to size up the tunneler apprentices, get to know them before they perceive him, the silent fool who they'll inevitably be walk the tunnels with, their pawsteps overshadowing his own.

He'd been watching just days ago the inky kit called to Sunstar, he had been settled an apt distance from Bluefrost as they drilled Honeysucklekit and Vulturekit in the proper hunting stance. In watching the kits, Cricketcry had known immediately that the unkempt she-kit was fit for the tunnels. What a coincidence, that the tom had been watching his soon-to-be apprentice.

His name is called, he stiffens and straightens, shuffles out of the crowd he's hidden himself in an approaches his very own apprentice. Honeysucklepaw. There is not much Sunstar has to say about the appointment, but this is predictable; there are not many attributes Cricketcry has which should be passed onto the next generation. He touches noses with the aforementioned apprentice, quickly, and then nods curtly. He suspects she may be as disappointed by this arrangement as he is, surely Sunstar is mistaken? Cricketcry doubts his judgement, for one of the very first times and his signature frown deepens as he stares into Honeysucklepaw's eyes.

These feelings of disappointment-- towards himself and the poor judgement of Sunstar-- lapse quickly as Honeysucklepaw rears her said to voice their anger about her brother's appointment to Sunstar. Ah, just as I thought... Cricketcry flicks his ears, visibly surprised by the inky cat's outburst. He huffs and presses a shoulder into Honeysucklepaw, leaning down to whisper coarsely, ...f-f-first lesson, c-control...your outbursts. Sometimes, t-thoughts are better kept inside... or v-v-voiced in private." As he speaks he attempts to ignore the stares that his apprentice has inevitably drawn to them both due to the shrill tantrum. His fur prickles with the unwanted attention. "...c-congratulations, you've got the a-attention you had... wished for."

WHITE NOISE, WHAT AN AWFUL SOUND

• OOC—
  
• CRICKETCRY —— Tunneler of Windclan 𓆧
  𓆧 [color=766153]he/him/ 28 ☾ [/color]
  𓆧 [color=766153]petite, reclusive, & wistful [/color]
  𓆧 [color=766153]has a slight limp [/color]
  𓆧 [color=766153]lh chocolate tabby/fawn chimera [/color]

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[BILBERRYPAW]

Bilberrykit had woken with perhaps more sleep in his bleary eyes than he was used to, but that hardly mattered when one took into consideration the joy of being apprenticed. It is a mix of trepidation and excitement that shifts through Bilberrykit—the worries numerious and unfounded, and just as easily drowned out by the endless and exciting future. He'll be sleeping beneath the stars as the adults do, walking the territory and—as he and so many of his peers have been assuming, ducking in and out of the tunnels.

He offers only a token protest to Periwinklebreeze's grooming and, once Sunstar is done talking about the—certainly not unimportant things, but things unrelated to Bilberrykit—and moves on to the namings, Bilberrykit sits a little straighter. A noise rises from the back of Bilberrykit's throat when Vulturekit is given Periwinklebreeze as a mentor, jealous and abruptly forgotten because at once he is now Bilberrypaw and he has his own mentor now.

"My mentor is the deputy and I get to train with Dustpaw," Bilberrypaw whispers to Vulturekit—Vulturepaw now, because they get to have Periwinklebreeze as a mentor and these facts make that feel a little more fair.

With that, Bilberrypaw rises to meet Scorchstreak, his long tail raised behind him.​

windclan apprentice | black and white harlequin | six moons | tags​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The deputy watches on as Sunstar and Wolfsong’s remaining apprentice-aged kit is named a warrior. Singedthroat, a fitting name for the young tunneler. She can still recall the feeling of watching her own son become a warrior, the last of her litter to do so (barring Luckypaw’s abandonment, of course). The sunburst that had erupted in her chest is surely matched in Sunstar’s own, although there was also a familiar sense of loss that the leader also feels. He sends his child into warriorhood with a touch to their head, and then turns to the next order of business: apprentices. First come Mourningkit and Weepingkit, another dubiously-obtained duo brought in by Periwinklebreeze and Gravelsnap. She trusts the dark-pointed lead warrior, but finding two litters of kits seems too great a coincidence to be true. Suspicion coats her golden gaze as it flickers to Periwinklebreeze’s two newest kits.

Mourningpaw and Weepingpaw are apprenticed, and Sunstar seems to show the same reservations with them that Scorchstreak does. This clan has accepted too many outsiders in recent months—it is only a matter of time before he regrets his lenience. Hopefully, Periwinklebreeze’s first litter will not be the reason, as the leader names them apprentices next. Vulturepaw is apprenticed to Periwinklebreeze himself, and Bilberrypaw… is paired with her. The boy would be a disappointing choice, if not for her former pairing with Pinkshine. Bilberrypaw is not the serious, stoic apprentice that she had hoped for—but neither was Pinkshine, and she has grown to be a cat who Scorchstreak can easily call a friend. And at least the black and white tom seems to have an affinity for the tunnels, and an enthusiasm to learn. Sunstar’s words about her ring in her ears, and golden eyes shift to the leader. She is among the best of WindClan…

She hears her son’s name being called as he is assigned to train Dustpaw, and a dark ear flickers in recognition. Frostwind has never mentored an apprentice before—he is hardly of age to be a warrior under Sunstar’s new ruling—but pride fills her chest all the same. Her son has made great strides, becoming a solid warrior of WindClan. For now, though, she turns to greet her own new apprentice. Bilberrypaw awaits her, and golden eyes flash with pride. "I will pass down everything that I know to you," she promises, leaning down to touch her nose to the new apprentice’s. When she retreats, it is to raise her voice in a cheer for the newly-named apprentices. "Puddlepaw, Mourningpaw, Weepingpaw, Vulturepaw, Bilberrypaw, Dustpaw, Honeysucklepaw, Brokenpaw!" She calls, taking in a sharp breath at the closing of the string of names.

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[brokenpaw ♠]

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He looked just about as feral and wild as he did any other day. While it was true Mintshade had put little work into making their appearances perfected laid and neat, Brokenkit would not have let her do much anyhow. He did not like being trapped between someone else's paws and cleaned over like a newborn, and found that if his looks were not important enough for others judgement. It did not matter in the grand scheme of things.

He shuffled beside Honeysucklekit, Vulturekit and the others littermates and denmates. A small clowder to now overwhelm where the apprentices slept in the open clearing. He looked over his shoulder to see if his cousin to see if he would find her preening in her new quiet, private space now that his mother and Periwinklebreeze would be returning to their duties.

A feeling he couldn't describe dug it's way into him, realizing that without Cottonsprig their only kin besides their mother was now Bluefrost and her siblings. Cousins that he could easily miss in a crowd of faces from how scarce any sort of interaction was. No matter, he didn't need the comfort of his bloodline. He never had.

Each of his denmates are called forward, even Honeysucklekit is given her -paw before him and quickly he understood why. He was to be trained beneath Sunstar. WindClan's leader. Perhaps the only cat in camp his mother had ever deemed a friend that still lived.

His mouth grew dry and his tongue sat like a stone behind his teeth. He did not move to meet his new mentor's gesture halfway, only blinking as cold noses connected for a second while his sister shrilled in protest. Brokenpaw looked to her with displeasure creased through his features, ears pointed back. It could easily appear his frustration was targeted towards her, however she was right. Sunstar may have been the last cat in the Clan, no, the entire forest that Brokenpaw wanted to train under. Being the leaders apprentice drew unwanted eyes onto him. Cruel attention that would tarnish his desire to remain unnoticed, unremarkable.

The silence from him as Honeysucklepaw urged for him to join her, but he hardly moved more than the tremble in his tail-tip. Her shouts only brought upon lingering gazes, and if he spoke up now they might never leave. The pitch molly finally retreated in her own realization, and Brokenpaw silently, awkwardly, remained beside a chanting Sunstar.

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ apprentice of windclan | 6 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[Puddlepaw.]

I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES ​

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puddlepaw & 06 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan apprentice ​

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pale figure sits upon the sidelines, composed despite the fear and excitement thrumming through the crowd. Cottonsprig's dissapearance is worrying - and yet, life must move on. Blue eyes blink slowly as she listens, head tipping to the side a Sunstar announces the newest change. No longer will she train until she is twelve moons old... but until she is fifteen - another season of weight placed upon her shoulders. She isn't sure whether to be upset, or beglad - there's always more to learn.

Still, she isn't given much time to think about the changes before her mother nudges her forwards - her turn come at last. Ink-and-dust painted child pads forwards, had tipping back as she peers first at her leader and then to her newly assigned mentor, humming absently beneath her breath. " I will learn well, I promise, " she says - as though to reassure them she really was paying attention.

And then her moment in the spotlight is over, more and more ktis called up and given new names, until at last the meeting draws to a close. Her name lingers heavily in the air, no longer Puddlekit but Puddlepaw, and at last she offers a faint smile - content.

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Cottonspring is gone. Duskclan, Sunstar says. Always DuskClan. Which one of them was it, he wonders? He can still remember all of their faces, most of their names. They could have killed him when they had the chance, and that is becoming all the more clear by the day. They probably would have, if he had stayed - but he is here, and others are not. Cottonspring, Lilypaw. Will DuskClan keep picking them one by one? How long until no one is left?

He shakes himself. Today is important, and he won't let thoughts like that ruin it.

He bristles a bit at Periwinklebreeze's attention on the two outsoder kits, swivels his ears to hear the announcements. A warrior is made, laws are changed - it has little effect on him. A little longer in the apprentice den just means a little longer to feel like he's actually ready.

Weepingkit and Mourningkit are torn from their dad's grooming to recieve their mentors and then - his turn. Vulturekit strides forwards on practiced paws, carefully breathing in and out. He is Vulturepaw within a heartbeat, and his dad is coming to greet him.

A rare and shaky smile blooms on the newly-named apprentice's face as he moves to touch noses with Periwinklebreeze. It softens the blow of leaving the nursery; he can still have his family at his side. There is comfort to be found still, in apprenticehood. "I'm - I'm ready. I promise," he responds quickly, huffing a soft laugh as Periwinklebreeze's tongue rasps over his ear.

For a moment, he nearly forgets about his siblings - until Bilberrypaw whispers something in his ear before bounding off. "Wh - but - !" He blinks after his brother, face settling back into a pout. His next words are nothing but a murmur, the other apprentice now too far away to hear. "What if I wanna t-train with you too...?"

‎‎THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, six moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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