- Dec 17, 2022
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β§ββΊ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈβ± οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ 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 speechβ 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 β 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 β
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. @SINGEDPAWβ do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"
β§ββΊ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈβ± οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ 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.
"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 β 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 β
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. @SINGEDPAWβ do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"
β§ββΊ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈβ± οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ 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.
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α―β§ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ πππππππ.SUNSTRIDE.SUNNVAR.
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α―β§ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ SECOND LEADER OF οΈοΈοΈ WINDCLAN.
α―β§ οΈοΈοΈ οΈοΈ οΈοΈοΈ NINE LIVES: οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ β οΈοΈοΈ βΜ΄ΜΝΝΜ»ββΜ΅ΜΜΏΝΜΝΜΌΝ βΜΆΝΜΜ¬ -
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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