camp 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 ╱ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

[SUNNVAR]

"Have you heard," he begins, "that the birds grow far larger in the mountains?" Those that know the leader's stories will recognize the glint in his eyes and in his fangs as he smiles. Faux lightheartedness: there is nothing to this comment but the flat truth of it. The birds are large. As if a kitten's curiosity or his own love for a story could ever let it simply lie there. His paw sweeps across the prey that he eats, lips parting to carefully pluck one feather from the ouzel's white-tipped wing. The flight feather drifts upwards and then down as it rides his puff of breath. Slowly, to the earth before him and the kittens that eagerly await his every word. He allows a few voices to clamor in question before he continues on. "They are mighty, these birds — their feathers as long as my tail, each talon a fang upon their toes."

His own paw flexes to bare curved claws. Larger than the kitten's, but to a bird like the one that he describes now, he is little more than a kitten himself. With his paw still stretched wide, he curls his grip around his prey. "I have seen them dive to the earth and take their prey into the air with them. To soar into the clouds and vanish among the stars. I cannot imagine their fate." The bird is lifted and dropped, only a few inches, and Sunstar plucks another feather– this one is tucked into @sunlitpaw's tail in stark contrast. "I have seen them lift fish as large as an apprentice straight from the water. Wriggling still within a grip far stronger than any RiverClanner's. They cannot be fought, these birds– not the way that we may fight foxes, or dogs. They are too far above our head, and we are easy prey."

His gaze glints as he lowers his head, the sparse grass tickling his chin as he grins. "But they are not free from a fight with one another."

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

• OOC. @sheepkit @gravekit (& sunni!!)
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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

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[sunlitpaw]

Story-time was something they were always eager for as a kit. Sunlitpaw wanted so badly to be the hero, wanted to be noble and strong and brave - everything her parents were, or even just a fraction. They had grown to barely even be the echo of such an idea. At the very least, they always had Wolfsong and Sunstar to continue to look up to, even if it felt like she shrank evermore in their shadow. They had been hesitant to sit around and enjoy Sunstar's company - surely they could've been more productive with themselves than lounging in the company of a cluster of kittens. But when her father's gaze flicked to her, equal parts nerve and heat sparked her heart. She loved him, she really did. So maybe, sitting around for a story-time was the perfect excuse to enjoy her father's company. Seated next to him, fern green eyes carefully followed his paw as he moved, bicolored ears pricked forward with the same attention she'd give Foxglare.

Sunlitpaw could piece together what this story was about - they were old enough to remember fleeing from camp to camp as rogues chased them from their home. They remember Petalpaw sputtering and gasping and dropping dead in the middle of camp. They remember their Clanmates being sent on a far-away journey with cats from all Clans, to fetch lungwort. Sunlitpaw heard stories from Scorchstorm - no, nothing graphic, Sunlitpaw learned of the loss and traumas later - but of the grand sights and creatures. Sunstar's tale was of an eagle, wasn't it? Larger than a hawk, larger than an owl, so she'd heard.

Playing with food was never something Sunlitpaw considered to be good manners, but they can't help but lift a gentle smile as their father uses the little scrap of prey in his story-telling. Their alert ears swivel back in ill-hidden flattery as Sunstar takes the time to tuck an inky feather into their tail, sun-dipped tail tip twitching as if it had a mind of its own to the attention. Sunlitpaw purrs, a quiet rumble heard in their exhales. Such a rare moment that Sunlitpaw lost herself to good feelings, simply soaked in an atmosphere without the overwhelming weight of what came next. The journey, it's hardships that remained with the Clans, had left her mind in substitution for what kind of fight these mighty birds could possibly wage with each other.

The apprentice blinks wide eyes at Sunstar, tilting their head gently to the side with a flip of their tail, mindful to not dislodge the feather gifted to them. "Do you think they had something like Clans of their own?" Sunlitpaw asks. Enraptured by even the company of Sunstar, it was easy to forget she was surrounded by chatty and much louder kittens. "Or were they rogues? There could only be one?"
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𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, ———— 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚.

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  sunlitpaw

  
  

  — they / she, moor-runner apprentice of windclan. mentored by foxglare
  — a large yet timid chocolate tabby-tortoiseshell with spring green eyes
  — sunstar x wolfsong, sibling to rivepaw, bearpaw, singedpaw, & featherpaw
  — full length tags
  — penned by izanami, contact on discord @nullmoons for plots or threads :)

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit watched Sunstar with wide, round eyes. Each descriptor felt like it's own talon deep in his fur. He huddled low and puffed. His heart raced thinking about a creature so big. Sunlitpaw's questions did nothing to ease his mind. "A whole clan of them?" he echoed quietly.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 2 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[SHEEPPAW]

Sheepkit watched Sunstar with wide blue eyes, enthralled with the story the Windclan leader was telling. He lets out a squeak at what Sunstar said about BIIIIIIG birds, lifting prey up high into the sky and disappearing into the clouds?! WOAH! He sits next to Grasskit, little kitten body moving slightly as always. He pauses his moving, the kitten cranes his neck as he watches Sunstar take out his curved claws, and pluck a feather from the prey he has. Ooo, so cool! But very scary.. He flattens his dark ears back, curling his tail around his paws. "Scary birds!" He meows out with a squeak. He turns to Sunliltpaw as he heard the apprentice ask a question. "A whole clan of them?!" He lets his mouth fall open at the apprentice, before whipping his head to Sunstar with a wide eyes.

OOC ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 head empty ...

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• no ref yet </3
• ( NO WAY ! ) SHEEPKIT : kitten of windclan
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM ; currently 3 moons
  ✦ undecided / single / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✦ a longhaired black smoke with high white & blue eyes
  彡 action , thoughts , "Speech, f8ede3"
  ✦ smells of early morning dew & windblown heather
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Though quite far from a kit himself these days, Rattleheart couldn't deny the fact that Sunstar's stories still appealed to him. They were diverse and exciting, allowing him to just sit back and relax as he thought of the frightening threats that Sunstar managed to conjure up with only his words. Threats that the lead warrior was endlessly grateful not to have to actually deal with, but still silently filed away to the back of his mind anyways - just in case. After all, the birds that Sunstar was talking about weren't wholly imagined or carefully conjured from his imagination and words. They were a real, tangible thing that existed out beyond their borders, occasionally even within them. Though Windclanners would always be easy prey for them regardless of how they prepared, keeping themselves safe was far from impossible.

The journeying cats had learned that much, their own stories still occasionally sending shivers down Rattleheart's spine whenever he thought of them. He wasn't sure if it was a positive or a negative that he hadn't ended up able to go along in the end, not entirely sure if he would have made it back alive if he had. It was easy to believe that you would, when you weren't actually faced with those same obstacles.

He was broken from his thoughts by the sound of Sunlitpaw's voice from nearby, their question causing a rough chuckle to rumble through his chest. "Wouldn't that be something... an entire clan of enormous birds flying through the sky. They'd rule practically everything below the clouds. I suppose it's lucky we've got Starclan watching over us." Gazing down on them directly, as Sootstar had always been so proud to boast about to all of the other clans. He had to wonder if that same wide-open view had been her downfall, with Starclan so clearly able to see her crimes and rip her apart with their power. Rend her flesh with their own claws through the actions of the rebels, not unlike the massive bird talons that Sunstar was so eagerly describing.

Not unlike the apprentices and kits that were already gathered around, the tunneler found that he too had questions lingering in his mind, pondering the mountains that Sunstar and Wolfsong had grown up in. "Did you ever get the chance to battle them, alongside the other gargantuan birds that they fought? I'm sure they would have made a great meal for many, if you had managed to bring them down." Based off of Sunstar's description, they would probably feed half the entire clan just from one alone being brought down. Too bad the actual process of doing so seemed near impossible, not unless one got extremely lucky.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 49 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[nightingalecry]

Nightingalecry isn't one for stories. She's much to busy being a mother to a litter twice its original size as well as hunting her weight in prey to lounge about and listen to tales. It just so happens that one of her own little tots is of the many listening to Sunstar's story, and while she gathers close with a vole of her own to share with Grasskit (and others, should they ask,) she listens to the tale halfheartedly. It doesn't interest her as it might've3 once, should she have been younger with less responsibility under her belt, but it captivates her son - and that's enough for her to entertain it.

"We'd ally with them, surely," she says, curling her thin tail around her cream furred child. "We'd be sooner their lunch if we didn't abide by their laws," birds larger than the hawks they witness now... terrifying, truly. A piece of her wonders if she should even allow Grasskit to listen.​

 

[dimmingsun]

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Tales of the past and of the unknown always interest Dimmingsun, even if he is far from a kitten who's unable to decipher reality from fantasy. He's come closer to the storytelling that's taking place, finding himself amongst kittens, 'paws, and thankfully a few others warriors too. But even if it were just him- well, nothing wrong with wanting to hear about something he's never seen.

As far as he can remember, he's never gotten too far outside today's borders. The Marsh Colony had been his home, and now the much more fitting windswept and sun-kissed lands. Mountains are but jagged lines on the horizon; beautiful but unreachable.

He pays more attention to Rattleheart and Nightingalecry, the youth's shocked and excited mews fading into pleasant background noise instead. Tongue sweeps over his muzzle instinctively and he wonders if they taste better than the thrushes, mice and rabbits of WindClan. All that might must harbor hearty muscle - meal fit for a king.

"Imagine that." He lets himself fantasize for just a second, running wild with Nightingalecry's suggestion. "I don't think we'd have to fear another foe again."

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.12.24

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• DIMMINGSUN ⸝⸝-- WINDCLAN -- HE/HIM -- 32 MOONS

  ✦ Large golden-brown tom with green eyes.
  ✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´​
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