pafp 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐋𝐘 ╱ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

[SUNNVAR]

"Fine!" comes an exasperated bark from somewhere within the cool darkness of the tallrock. It is not a noise of rage. Tired or dull quite like a stone tumbling from a mountainside, or a piece of prey dropped exhaustedly to the pile. The voice of a long hunt and a longer fight. Most of what happened in the council meeting has remained in the depths of his den; now that the majority of his warriors (and he on his own) have healed enough to at least step from the medicine den, privacy feels far more. . . fitting, than worrying after another of Sootspot's intrusions.

That does not mean he manages to keep it from spilling out. It gets so damn stifling in there, especially once the memories come rolling out. So he steps from the leader's den with the council filtering out after him, various faces of exasperation, concern — or perhaps nothing at all, and Sunstar is merely projecting whatever is on his mind. "We will go." His plumed tail lashes behind him, once, twice, and he sits on the sandy ground with it curled over to touch his remaining front paw. A breeze sweeps across him, bringing fresh life to his lungs and settling him down as he inhales. "You may go as well." Sunstar glances sidelong at Rattleheart, then, grimly, to Scorchstreak. "I would ask that you remain, should you not be opposed. To keep an eye on our camp."

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

• ooc: please wait for at least one council post! :D
• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  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 a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  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 un-windclan 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.

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Sunstar’s exasperation is matched in the calico’s own lashing tail, in the line of tension that sets across her shoulders and runs down her spine. Going to the gathering seems such a foolish idea, but it seems she has been outvoted. The deputy trails after her leader as he leaves the den, her expression giving away little of her thoughts on the matter. That is what she uses her words for, after all. "I don’t think WindClan should go at all," she says, her words blunt yet truthful. ShadowClan and DuskClan have both proven themselves threats. It may be in Sunstar’s or Bluefrost’s best interests to be seen at a gathering, not to be viewed as weak or hiding away, but what of the clan’s best interests? Rattleheart is leaving her kits defended only by their sire. Scorchstreak does not judge her littermate for this, but there is doubt in her gaze as it flickers to Rattleheart.

Sunstar turns to her, and she dips her head to him with subdued respect. "I had no plans on going, anyway. I will keep watch until you return." Hopefully you will make it back in time to see our bodies before they are tossed into the gorge, she thinks, and then corrects herself with a grimace. She does not say this aloud, however; even she knows that such a thought is too pessimistic. WindClan may fall tonight, but they will go down in a flurry of claws, teeth, spilled blood, felled bodies. This, she is certain of.

☽♰☾ 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 permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[RATTLEHEART]

To go to the gathering this moon, so soon after Duskclan's last raid and before her children were apprenticed - it was an odd request, and Rattleheart knew it. However, she found that she could no longer deny the growing desperation that had formed like a knot in her chest. Often soothed and combed out by the presence of her mate and kits beside her, but made even more tangled and suffocating with each longing glance at the moors that she allowed herself. The events of the last gathering had only solidified her resolve in attending, wanting to serve as a soothing voice in case things went off the rails once more. Not that she didn't trust the rest of the council to do so, but the tunneler knew that some were more quick to incite conflict than others.

Even her own sister wasn't exempt from that group, her sibling's golden gaze towards her prompting a sigh to fall from her muzzle. They had already gone around and around in the relative privacy of the Tallrock, and she didn't have it in her to defend her choice even longer.

Instead the tunneler opted to step forward, head pressing lightly against Scorchstreak's shoulder in a show of both affection and a call for support. "I won't disagree with what you believe we should do. But would you please help to make sure that my kits are safe here during the gathering? I trust Venomstrike with their lives, but I've trusted you with mine for even longer." Rattleheart had no doubt that her mate would die for their litter if yet another threat presented itself, but more defenses were never a negative in her mind. Anything to keep them safe, especially after all that Thistlekit had endured last time. "Thank you, Sunstar." Her next words were directed towards the leader himself, tail twitching anxiously behind her.

It was no wonder why he didn't want to go, but she was still relieved he had actually heard the rest of his council out before making the decision. The last thing they needed was a repeat of Sootstar's refusal to listen to dissenting voices, a possibility that still often lingered in the back of her mind.

𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✹ . + 　 ˚ 　　　 · 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄

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  a lead warrior of windclan, rattleheart is one of the older members of the clan at fifty-three moons. he is mated to venomstrike, and has many children whom he adores. named for the trembling sound of his commonly hoarse voice, he is somewhat difficult to befriend due to his wary nature.　✦

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[dimmingsun]

"Thank you," comes the response to Suntar's exasperation. It is unloaded from Dimmingsun like it's been pressing down on him, a dramatically heavy burden that their leader has single-handedly lifted from weary shoulders. The breeze itself seems to agree, for its arrival to caress the council on the cheeks must be star-sent, not simply due to them all coming out from under the safety of Tallrock.

Dimmingsun is eternally grateful for the privacy bestowed upon them all this time around. It's no easy task to convince Sunstar of something he isn't privy to — especially when the very thing Dimmingsun was trying to defend was not his favorite either. To remain absent from the Gathering is to admit defeat, in a way. Perhaps it means more strength back at camp; though image is important to be upheld, and the other Clans would gain too much of an advantage by talking about WindClan behind their back.

Call it paranoia, but Dimmingsun would rather not give them an easy way to conspire against them. Misfortune has a way of painting them as the bad guys.

His attention flits to Scorchstreak then — if anyone has been paying attention, they'd have noticed the safe distance DImmingsun has put between himself and the deputy. Self-made walls come down now, just a bit, so he can peek over it and address her. "We don't want the entire forest to think we can't take a slap to the face, no?" It is spoken with mirth, the purposefully placed glee solidifying the lack of seriousness. Anyone knows he would've eagerly bitten off both Chilledstar and Lilacfur's paws for daring to touch two of their own... if only StarClan allowed exceptions during those peaceful nights.

"And we would miss out on all the juicy gossip, like who's been the naughtiest this last moon, or who's gotten all lovey dovey and coughed up some newborns." Further sarcasm fills the air once Rattleheart has made her request.
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[brokenpaw ♠]

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Brokenkit did not typically bother to try and spy in on the coming and going of Sunstar's den, as much as it sounded to have potential for some of the most interesting bits he could find from a Clanmate. Unfortunately there was not enough cover of gorse to shield him from eavesdropping where they whispered, tucked into the depths of a stone-studded den. Even more, Brokenkit found the conversations between the council incredibly boring from what he did pick up on.

All talks of patrols, or nonsense regarding the other Clans. War, war was always this anticipated fear that burrowed beneath their pelts, but for what reason? For events that always occurred beyond where his paws traveled, at least for now.

Cats begin to emerge from the caverns depths with Sunstar at the lead, looking far from his composure.

COMPOSURE - FAILURE

"We're going to die... when you leave?"

The last Gathering had presented a weak point in WindClan's camp, that even leaving warriors to remain was hardly enough to defend from DuskClan's threats, and apparently ShadowClan as well.

"I guess... that's okay." What was he to do to stop it? Sunstar refused to let him and Honeysucklekit train until their sixth moon.

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

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 5 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[crunchykit]

She waited near the entrance to Sunstar's den, passively moving a mossball between paws as she did so, bored out of her mind but needing to speak to Rattleheart. She had been taught not to go into the den - she didn't have special permission like her mother - and so, instead of barging in with her question she instead waited. Question had been forgotten, however, when Sunstar moved from his den quickly, loud words causing the kit to jump before looking over to the cats filtering out of his den now. Quietly the kitten moved close to Rattleheart's side, moving alongside the other so long as he kept moving before coming to a stop beside him. "Go where?" Quietly it is asked before it is quickly answered by the conversation at paw and ears would pin to her head.

"What about... what about Splinterkit and... and Thistlekit?" They both needed Rattleheart here, at home in camp where things were supposed to be safe. Be it loud noises or simply being touched they both needed Rattleheart around and though Crunchykit loved Venomstrike she didn't think that he would be proper for them - how was he meant to pay the most attention to her then? "Why do we... why do we need watched? Is something going to happen again?" Head turned to the adults around her then, voice louder instead of simply meant for Rattleheart.

Ears flicked back as Brokenkit spoke again and she'd shake her head. "Don't say that! We won't die... we can't die and it's cause um... Venomstrike and Scorchstreak will be here." Her family would protect them all, even if Rattleheart wouldn't be here to do so as well.

believe me darling the stars were made for falling

• ooc -
• CRUNCHYKIT
  -- sh blue point w/low white
  -- kitten of WindClan
  -- daughter of Venomstrike & Rattleheart, sister to many
  -- named for her father's love of things that go "crunch"

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[SPLINTERPAW.]

SURE IT'S A CALMING NOTION​

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the sudden voice of sunstar makes him jolt from his sleep, eyes widening in fear as they dart back and forth. nervously he swallows, looking around and trying to figure out where he was. his heart still hammers in his chest as he gets up on unsteady paws, wobbling out to find his mom. he bumps against crunchykit with a few blinks of his wide eyes before turning to face rattleheart. she was... leaving? leaving him here? no... that didn't sound right. that sounded... wrong. he instinctively looks around for his dad to confirm this but he is starting to ever so slightly freak out. it's so overwhelming outside of the nursery. he wobbles closer to his mom and presses his head against his leg, looking up with a sad frown on his face.

"h...how come... you habe to leabe?"

he asks quietly before sniffling.

"pl...please don't go, mama."

his voice is so soft it's barely audible when he speaks to him. he's going to a... gavering? what's a gavering? and why did it mean she has to leave him?

//misspellings in speech are purposeful.
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[SCORCHSTORM]

"You are not going to die." Deftly Scorchstorm enters the knot of kittens and touches her tufted tail to Brokenkit's shoulder in particular. She recalls his similar conclusion, back when she had drawn her claws over and over that sparkling gray slate, preparing for war. Her frustrations had sputtered from her mouth like hissing steam that day, and when she sees the kitten now, she regrets the freedom she'd given such sentiment. He looks too old to be a kitten — partly because he is, at least by Sootstar's standard, back when she'd been apprenticed herself at a mere four moons —but partly because he is so calm about the dreadful end he imagines. He shouldn't be, not yet. Only a warrior, a cat who could know what awaited them and choose to face it anyway, should be able to be so calm about death.

She leaves no room for questions in her judgment. Scorchstreak would protect them all fiercely, should another attack befall them, as would Scorchstorm, as would every warrior not attending the gathering. Her face is stony, but when she looks down at Brokenkit fully, her bi-color eyes hold small flames of weary warmth for him. I scared him, she thinks, a rash of guilt spreading beneath her pelt, the scraping of her claws at the back of her mind. She drowns it with a simple shake of the head, and continues gently, "We learned from last time. WindClan will not be caught off-guard." She won't deny the possibility of an invasion, but she knows they are at least better prepared. They have to be.

She touches her nose to the Brokenkit's ear before turning her attention to the others, her young cousins. Crunchykit has her own questions, but at least denies Brokenkit's bleak assertion. Splinterkit begins sniffling, pleading for Rattleheart not to attend the gathering. Scorchstorm doesn't know how to comfort him, nor does she know how to answer Crunchykit — but she at least knows she can promise Brokenkit safety from his imagined demise. She knows this. She has to.

Finally she turns her attention to the council members streaming from Tallrock. Sunstar looks unhappy — her mother, too. They all carry tension in their shoulder blades, pinched expressions. Does she think that WindClan should go to the gathering herself? Normally, she would be inclined to agree with her mother, to support the molly whose pelt she stretches over her own muscled frame, and yet... this time, she dissents. For WindClan not to send at least one cat to the gathering would surely be a sort of rolling over, wouldn't it? The shame would just pile on if they did not make an appearance. And yet, she doubts her mother espouses her belief with solely appearances in mind. Her concern is not political: it is a concern for her kin, for her Clan's next generation. In this fact, Scorchstorm can understand her deputy; her mother.

She gives Brokenkit a backwards glance before slinking towards the molly. "I'll stay with you?" she offers, though of course the decision is not hers to make. Dimmed golden hues shift to Sunstar, then back. If it meant attending a gathering or fulfilling a quasi-promise, she would of course choose the latter — and not just because she might see Rumblerain one last time.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 ✧

• ooc.
  
• 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 / 15 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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