𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇 ╱ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 03.2024

[SUNSTAR]

The sandy hollow of their camp is damp and cool with morning dew and melting snow. The weather has taken a turn in the last few sunrises, and it is with great hope that Sunstar leaps again towards the rock looming above WindClan's camp. Up and up he bounds, until he stands at the top as proud and boastful as a lion above its domain. His eyes glitter with vibrancy– with love for the clan that gathers before him at his clan: "Let all cats old enough to run the moor gather around the Tall Rock for a clan meeting!" The routine of the words has grounded them since even before his leadership. Though there comes a flood of bitterness thinking of Sootstar as she stood here before him, the idea of WindClan has not died. It will not die, however desperately she would attempt to strangle it. Even in death.

"With the first signs of newleaf coming to the moor, we must celebrate all that we have overcome. This time of struggle is at its end– moor runners and tunnelers both, keep your eyes in search of places where the moor grows back strong. Our prey will find their way there as well." Even during the worst of their leafbare, StarClan had gifted WindClan enough to sate the worst of their hunger. None had starved; the barn had provided, and now the earth beneath their paws would soften once more. But his gaze drifts to the nursery with a heavy heart. "We have many mouths to feed. Our priority must be to our queens and our kits."

"Though leafbare is passed, our tunnels remain as important as they had ever been in feeding our clan." He knows little of the winding maze beneath their paws, but he knows of the two siblings on his council that do, and he knows what must be done. Sunstar's brow knits, an open expression of concern upon his face.

He is slow to speak this part, his very voice plodding with reluctance. "Those of you who did not come to the gathering may not know of RiverClan's message to us. They are no longer an enemy — I will not seek violence at their border, nor will any of you. But we cannot trust Smokestar to hold this peace. We have seen enough, been through enough. It is not another clan's place to judge our worth, or our strength. WindClan will not bow or beg for their kindness." The rage that he had felt after the gathering seeps back into the golden tom's bones. He is tense, his plumed tail lashing behind him on the rock. For a brief moment, his pinprick claws glint in the sunlight as they scrape into the Tall Rock's edge. Sunstar exhales sharply from his nose.

"Scorchstreak," he calls tersely, though his gaze has turned from the crowd and past the walls of their camp, far towards RiverClan's border. "You have worked within our tunnel to RiverClan's border since the very idea of it came to be. How has it fared since we were driven from our clan? How close are we to seeing it finished?"

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

• OOC. WOOHOOOOO PLOT FORESHADOWING! please don't double post before @SCORCHSTREAK gets to speak!
  
  as for our shoutouts: big congrats to @WOLFSONG @cottonpaw @Bluepool @SCORCHSTREAK @RATTLEHEART @Periwinklebreeze. @GRAVELSNAP @SNAKEHISS @SOOTSPOT @FEATHERPAW @sunlitpaw @PINKPAW @downypaw @Grasskit @sheepkit @Frightkit @spotkit !! reminder that i use the census to check for activity shoutouts, so please make sure your characters are on there!
  
  keep an eye out for a small plot rolling out throughout newleaf, and an update to our mass adopts that we'll be organizing as soon as possible! happy spring everyone, i hope the weather irl is as good as it can get on catsite!
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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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[SCORCHSTREAK]

༄༄ The leader’s call brings dappled paws striding to the Tallrock, taking her place below it and gazing up at the leader with narrowed golden eyes. He speaks of the first signs of spring descending upon the territory, snow melting away and leaving a mud-puddle landscape in its wake. In only a couple weeks now, the land will surely be beautiful once more, dotted with wildflowers and bathed in the warmth of the sun. They have much to bask in, now, without threat from their former leader; the rosetted tom suggests that they celebrate the beginnings of their recovery, and Scorchstreak nods sharply in response to his order to keep an eye out for prey. Next, he goes on to talk about the clan’s recent influx of kits. It is concerning to the she-cat, seeing so many overeager little cats running around the camp playing pretend, but that only means that she must hunt more frequently to keep them fed.

Of course, Sunstar would not allow Smokestar’s words at the gathering to go unheard by the entire clan. RiverClan’s nasty, fish-breathed threats do not frighten Scorchstreak, and they do not seem to bother Sunstar either. WindClan will not roll over and show their bellies to the likes of RiverClan. Fiery eyes narrow, listening carefully as the leader continues speaking. Sunstar calls her name, and the calico straightens. A dull sense of concern pulses at her temples, but it is quickly eased. The leader merely wants her to give the clan her account of the RiverClan tunnel’s progress—and oh, is the calico prepared for such a question. She clears her throat, taking a step forward."The tunnel’s progress has been slowed—for obvious reasons. Aside from our absence, it is clear that Sootstar and her warriors allowed it to fall into neglect."

True irritation seeps into her voice now, fangs flashing as she speaks. But she does not stray far from the topic at hand, fiery eyes shifting to Sunstar for a moment before continuing on. "I think that our focus should first be on repairing and cleaning up the parts already dug, rather than continuing to dig when it could be unstable. It’s a straight shot to the bridge—it should take no longer than two moons to finish, accounting for our lower number of tunnelers.." They had not only lost half of their clan, but a good chunk of their tunneler force as well. They will need every available paw if they are to finish this tunnel in time for it to be useful. They need to keep an eye on RiverClan now more than ever. "Of course, our job as tunnelers is never simple. As we dig closer to the river, the danger will only grow. It won’t be simple work… but I trust that we can pull through and finish this by the end of the season." With that, the calico’s tail lashes, finality solid in her voice. This tunnel will be completed, no matter the cost. She will see this project through to its end—or her own.​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — There was still a sort of dreamlike quality to it all, not feeling dread fester and tear at his insides when a leader's call reached him. He was still so used to recoiling away when Sootstar's voice had reached him, going so far as to nearly outright ignore her in the brief period where her madness had come to a head but she had not yet enacted violence on her own clan. Rattleheart had only ever relented back then when it came to ceremonies, eager enough to show his support for newly-made apprentices and warriors that he could ignore the cat that was announcing them. Now though, with Sunstar standing before them all? There was a certain eagerness to the lead warrior as he came rushing over - black and white pelt brushing easily alongside his sister's more colorful one.

Newleaf had finally come to grace them all with its presence, not a moment too soon considering their practically overflowing nursery. Though leafbare hadn't been as brutal as he knew it could be, his usual anxieties had begun to turn towards how they were going to keep all the recent little mouths properly fed during such a time. It would be easier now, with the moors gradually blooming with life again - in the form of plants and prey alike. Rattleheart was sure that Wolfsong had to be feeling similarly pleased, as the changing weather would give him the opportunity to properly herb hunt once more. The news of Riverclan's harsh words during the gathering brought about far less enthusiasm from the tunneler, even though he had already been present for it. He could still remember the way he had snarled in response to Smokestar's spat out declarations, his own hypocrisy laid bare before all of the other clans.

His claws sank irritably into the dirt, only releasing their harsh grip when it came time for Scorchstreak to speak.

As always, his sister's steady words caused pride to warm his chest, nodding along with her plans and declarations. He was more than happy to provide his own tunneling knowledge if called upon, but he would never say that he was the more knowing of the two of them. "I'll be happy to take some extra patrols to help with repairing the already made parts when you need some rest. I know we have less tunnelers than before, but we should still be able to manage shifts." A brief chuckle left Rattleheart then, smiling as his attention snapped over to the nearby nursery. "And at least we should end up with a few more tunneling apprentices soon, considering the state of the nursery." Quite a few of the crowd of kits inside still had a while to go before they were properly made apprentices, but each was still growing closer by the day. He only hoped that they would have enough warriors to support all of them, even split between the moor runner and tunneler roles.

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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[Silverpaw.]

✧.* The call for a meeting had broken Silverpaw of yet another trance, blue eyes darting toward the Tallrock. He rose to his paws, taking almost calculated steps forward before he sat and curled his tail over his paws. Stiff and neat, pristine posture, just how he usually sat. He didn't acknowledge the others around him, staring up at Sunstar with a blank expression. It was clear that he was listening intently, though, his ears perked and intaking any word the leader spoke as though it were of utmost importance. If anyone were to sit beside him, he would not turn, instead greeting them with a silent flick of his ear to show that he knew they were there.

Newleaf had arrived. This was good news. Silverpaw did not particularly enjoy Leafbare, the cold being all the more harsh with the thin nature of his pelt. With Newleaf came warmth, and with warmth came comfort. Although StarClan had been kind to WindClan in regards to hunger, the warmer months would bring more prey from hiding and allow mouths to be fed. The changing of the seasons was pleasant, and Silverpaw made a mental note to begin training more fervently to hunt. There were quite the number of kits in the Clan, and they all needed to have full bellies. Silverpaw agreed with Sunstar in this fact, though he made no action as to show or voice his agreement. There was no need. It was common sense. He would simply complete his duties, and that would be his agreement.

Ah. The next announcement had his eyes narrowing a sliver. He had not participated in the Gathering, finding that the bustling crowd of too many cats and too many voices left him rather uncomfortable. Silverpaw blinked, Sunstar's words recounting in his head. It was unnecessary to partake in violence across borders, to supposedly prove that WindClan is to be seen as 'worthy' in another's eyes. No Clan was superior than the rest (though he did, of course, hold a bias for his own) and RiverClan would not strike fear into his heart.

As Scorchstreak's turn to speak arose, Silverpaw allowed his head to turn and face her. Tunneling. Dangerous project. Cleaning and repairing existing parts. Hopeful completion by the end of the season. He listened to these words carefully, though no thoughts came from them. Mn. His gaze flitted to Rattleheart briefly, then he returned to his former position to stare straight ahead and listen to the Clan around him. ​

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• ooc ￫ this just in: lio has not decided what role or type of character he wants silv to be yet but still wants to be included
  
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  Silverpaw. / Tags
  ￫ WindClan apprentice
  ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
  ￫ Seven moons; ages every month
  ￫ Mentored by ?? (TBD)
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
  ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu

 

[SOOTSPOT]

He'd been silent for many-a-meeting, but this time, the chimera struggled to keep his metaphorically forked tongue within his mouth. Tunnels were supposed to be his expertise. Scorchstreak's words burned like the fire of her namesake, when she considered him Sootstar's warrior, he knew her comment was multi-faceted: she was calling him a failure for things out of his control. He'd been a bystander in his own life for so long that the rage was easy to conceal, the twitch of a tail and the hitch of a pained breath and Sootspot found himself standing as tall as any other WindClanner. "Respectfully, Sunstar," Sootspot stepped forward and bowed his head towards the leader. When chartreuse eyes flickered up once more, they were as warm as the greenleaf sun, masquerading his affection for what he was about to say as affection for the leader - as if one thorough conversation had been enough to rid him of his mistrust made by moons of lies. "Sootstar's numbers were thin, it is not that we- or they, sorry, let it fall into neglect on purpose. Rather, the Tunnelers were used to defend the borders instead. The Deputy was inexperienced, and knew not how to utilise Tunnelers."

He rolled his shoulders, speaking to them as an equal and not the rat he'd grown so used to playing. He'd grown weary of the shadows when lesser cats sought it fair to sneer at him. "But... I still journeyed them, they were my respite from the horrors I was forced to witness, even the tunnel to RiverClan is one more familiar than the back of my paw. And... well, that is one limb I am quite familiar with." He grinned as if there was a joke to be made, but instead, ran a tongue along the top of it, flattening the smooth fur down even further. "Your... Leads may be forgetful, having spent so much time digging in straw instead of soil. I believe one even sent me on a border patrol instead of into the tunnels themselves... a curious decision I must admit. I would hate for the project to be slowed by such... choices. You may find someone with a stronger affinity for the tunnels to be better suited to lead the project, at least until Scorchstreak and Rattleheart have re-learned what it means to be a tunneler." Snakelike pupils flicker to them. "No disrespect intended, of course. I speak with my clan's best interests in mind." It was a coincidence that the clan's interests happened to line with his own.

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[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ This meeting feels much more stable than the last, albeit much smaller with less promotions. He was familiar with what Sunstar speaks of, the distrust from RiverClan voiced at the gathering. While he wouldn't start quarrels with their neighbors, Slateheart would much less grovel for whatever forgiveness it was they sought. That was certain.

Although he listens well to the report on tunnels, much of the words fly in one ear and out the other. Long-legged as he was, he was never suited for tunneling, and the job did not particularly interest him either. So, most of the terminology and descriptors were lost on him. Despite his lack of expertise, it was the least he could do to offer to help. "StarClan knows our paws will be busy above ground with our full nursery, but," His gaze flicks to Scorchstreak, then to Rattleheart, before he dips his head. "If I could be of assistance in my free time - running supplies, clearing away dirt from the entrances, whatever I could do with my limited knowledge of tunneling - if you should have me, I would be glad to help." It was all he could do since returning home from the barn - keep busy and productive, and hope that the distraction would aid in his recovery from the pain of the past.

Then, Sootspot steps forward. Slateheart watches him with a curious gaze that quickly narrows with confusion. What is he getting at? He could agree with the possibility that the task was simply more difficult given half the Clan split away, but the rest of Sootspot's little speech only perplexed him. As always, Slateheart held his tongue - it was not his place to jump in to a conversation he knew so little about. But he still couldn't help but roll his eyes at the tom's bold choice of words.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I SEND HIM A SMILE ⋅❁⋅ HE TELLS ME LOOK DOWN ──┐‎

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• SLATEHEART ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 19 moons.
  ⭃ a short-furred black tom with low white markings and green eyes.
  ⭃ son of LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE // brother to GRAVELSNAP, ASHPAW
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 19 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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For once, Peri is content to merely listen - blue eyes focused on Sunstar in rapt attention. It is nothing he hadn't already known of assumed of course - he's felt it in his bones and his aching lungs, the change of seasons. He can only hope this season will be kind to him - he does not wish to be in wolfsongs den more than he has to. Scorchstreak speaks of neglected spaces of how to fix the problems that have arisen - he knows all but nothing of the winding paths beneath his paws, a moor runner through and through. But scorchstreak has always been a strong and capable cat - in all things, he thinks. Tunneling is her lifeblood, and so if she says it's fixable within two moons, he will believe her.

Sootspot on the other hand, can't seem to keep his nose where it belongs. Fur bristles and teeth grit, but even as tail lashes irritably he bites his tongue. He may be a lead warrior now, but he lacks to confidence to step in - to speak up, when he feels putting sootstars son in his place falls upon Sunstars shoulders. The leader doesn't need someone like him defending him - and really, he's sure he'd simply make a mess of it.

And yet... the more the tom speaks, the more he finds himself on edge, until at last he reaches breaking point - a scoff slipping past his lips as head tips to the side mockingly. " And who m-made you an authority on s-such matters? Sc-scorchstreak was th-the lead on the tunnel, even b-before everything happened, " he points out, voice strong despite his speech impediment. Of course, he refrains from pointing out such a label had been shared by sootstar... btu really, that's only because he'd rather not let the molly haunt his thoughts any more than she already has.

He is free from her shadow.

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[Bluepool]

RiverClan is a thorn in her paw, ever increasing in size and annoyance but she cannot get teeth around it to pluck it out. It would be better, she thinks, if they were driven out, if WindClan could only go over there and teach them a lesson for their venomous words and their disgusting insults to her clan. That is not WindClan anymore though, it is something she has to remind herself of all the time. Sunstar wanted peace, not war, wanted to look inward and focus on rebuilding and rebranding themselves as something other than what her sister had spent the past seasons painting them to be. It would take time, yes, but Sunstar assures them in the meantime they would not be rolling over and showing their bellies to the enemy. They had more dignity than that. It is something Bluepool can respect so while her claws dig into the soft sand under her feet, she does not say anything but her shortened tail lashes furiously behind her.

She casts Scorchstrak a look full of pride when the tortoiseshell molly steps up to discuss the state of the RiverClan tunnel. She herself knows nothing of such affairs, all the rabbits in the world would not be enough to convince her to enter one of those death holes, but Scorchstreak was a brave and smart molly and Bluepool recognizes the use in the underground pathways. Not only were they good ways of getting into enemy territory undetected, but they also kept the clan fed in the harsher moons.

A sneer crosses her features when Sootspot speaks "Curb your tongue nephew" she says, turning fierce yellow eyes his direction. Her former apprentice speaks first though, reprimanding him, asking who made him the authority on such matters. "Now is not the time for arguing, if you have an issue with the way things are being run you may take it up with Sunstar. Privately. You are doing yourself no favors by speaking out in this way." Need she remind him of his already precarious place within the clan? She would hate to loose another of her kin so soon.

( ➸ ) test my worth in blood

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn’t above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[SUNSTAR]

Though Scorchstreak's announcement is quickly undermined, her words churn about his head, untouched by Sootspot's careful ire. The separation is enough that mirth quite nearly blossoms across his face — a knowing glint to seaglass eyes, a quirk of a smile as he looks down upon the patched tom. He does not miss the affectations, yes perhaps it is better to fake love than bask in open ire. But more than that, the leader does not miss we. That he still identified himself with the loyalists was. . . troubling, he supposes, but telling nonetheless, in a way that he notes absently. Their spat becomes another piece of this grand tunneling puzzle, and Sunstar gives a casual flick of his tail to silence the crowd without the harshness of a demand.

"Then we will begin with what has been done. Scorchstreak, take a patrol as soon as this meeting is done. Sootspot will accompany you." Though he leaves it there, the glance he gives Scorchstreak is telling enough. "And Rattleheart– you will teach the apprentices with those that remain. Too many of our young apprentices have missed moons of experience within them, due to our. . . borders." A light gaze turns to Sootspot, then, nearly too pointed. "We must ensure they remain strong throughout the seasons to come. We all know that leafbare is when they are needed the most, yet we may not become lax through the rest of this year."

A beat. And another. "Once Curlewnose has recovered, he may assist in repairs as well. WindClan will benefit from the return of such experienced paws." It is awkward to say, and then not so awkward as his eyes sweep the clan. "Curlewnose, Badgermoon, and Sedgepounce are all to be welcomed back as full warriors of our clan. There may be a long recovery ahead for all three of them, yet they have chosen to return to WindClan and we will honor this choice." He does not plead forgiveness, or a complete acceptance of what was done. Though Sedgepounce is guiltless in all that had happened, moons upon moons of a false story could not so easily be swept from the clan's mind about the other two. Could they truly be guiltless, if the bruise they had left never truly healed?

With a small puff of breath the only betrayal of his own wounded heart, gaze momentarily slipping from the crowd to the distant horizon once more, he continues: "There is– more. I have spoken with Mouseflight, and come to realize that there is something this clan has been missing for some time. Our visits to the Moonstone will continue. I ask that all apprentices are brought before you are certain they have earned their warrior name; those of you that were not given the same should go now. All that WindClan does, we do before StarClan. This too shall be a part of it once more." Even if he fears their judgement, StarClan had welcomed him once. They would do so for all of his clanmates in time, he is certain.

"Bluepool, Periwinklebreeze– I ask that each of you lead a patrol towards the area around Highstones to ensure its safety. If you scent those traitors, do not fight them. Return the news to me, and we will decide our goals as a clan." A stretch of tired muscles, and Sunstar begins his partial descent. "Unless there is more that my clanmates might share, this meeting is dismissed."

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

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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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[SOOTSPOT]

His head turned towards Periwinklebreeze like an owl's. Authority really didn't suit his former denmate, the weakness of his bloodline flowed from him like ichor from fresh-kill. Amusement glinted in his eye, knowing that they had once been friends - how quickly things could change. "Mine and Scorchstreak's scars are the same Periwinkle. In the eyes of a Tunneler leader, we were equals." he replied earnestly. "I must inform you that getting lost beneath the tunnels is akin to a slow death. The air leaves your lungs until all you breathe is your own fear... and by StarClan do you wallow in it. Your screams echo and no one is there to help you... your own madness your only friend as you fade into nothing. If logic will not sway you, then let empathy do so instead. It is too cruel to task a cat who has not navigated the tunnels for a season to be expected to build upon them within a season." Claws immediately unsheathe at the hiss besides him, weaving into the dirt as it they were gripping onto it for dear life. "Ah, but my dear Auntie, I—" Movement out the corner of his eye, a rosetted tail, caused Sootspot to smile and bow as he faced the leader again.

Accompanyment was good enough for the tom, working with Scorchstreak was like working with a particularly angry badger, as long as he proved diligent and herself utterly insufferable, he was certain he would get what he wanted out of his public outcry. He nodded pleasantly. "Of course." The look mere moments later caused him to blink rapidly and tilt his head to one side, but it is quickly forgotten as news is pushed towards those returning to the clan. With the crowd's attention presumably shifting away from him, he let his fur bristle freely as such inclusion of the traitors that came before the traitors. He hoped WindClan would learn to regret putting their faith in such beings, that one of them would show their fangs against Sunstar, that one of them would prove him right. Mention of revisiting the Moonpool and patrols to it felt insignificant when the weight of Badgermoon and Curlewnose's return settled on him like a boulder. If it was not Sunstar's head they wanted to remove, it would be a member of Sootstar's family - a significantly easier prize to obtain when it remained fractured.

As soon as the meeting was dismissed, Sootspot slithered towards Scorchstreak.



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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — For not the first time, Rattleheart found himself silently wishing that Sootspot actually had remained loyally at his mother's side, if only so they could be spared his inane ramblings and sniveling, false words. He didn't even bother justifying his tunneler's fellow words with a response at first, just rolling pale green eyes as he tried to ignore whatever nonsense the younger tom was spouting. It was not unlike dealing with an unruly kit, ignoring their outbursts so that they didn't get the attention that they so obviously yearned for. Instead that attention was reserved for what Sunstar had to say next, the lead warrior's ears perking up as his name was called out. Teaching apprentices was a task he could more than handle, a grin spreading across his muzzle as he dipped his head in Sunstar's direction. "I'm on it. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be able to teach them what it means to be loyal tunnelers." Rattleheart's pointed gaze turned towards Sootspot then, glittering with barely contained and venomous amusement.

Unlike Sootspot, he had never forgotten what it meant to be a tunneler, nor how to be loyal to his clan. Perhaps that was why he had been graced with an apprentice and given a chance to lead their youth, while Sootspot would be left to have his influence slowly clawed away from Downypaw. The thought only made his smile even brighter, seeming utterly unbothered by the chimera's self-righteousness. Poor Scorchstreak though, needing to deal with him down in the tunnels. Rattleheart sent a brief look of support in her direction, hoping that she would make it through without trying to claw his ears off. More for her own sake than Sootspot's, considering he didn't want to see her demoted or worse.

A light hum left him as their newest arrivals were mentioned, his ringed tail twitching behind him the only sign that he might not have been totally zoned out. He was more than glad to have Sedgepounce back in their midst and alive, but he admittedly still wasn't sure how he felt about Badgermoon and Curlewnose. Rattleheart wanted more than anything to just trust them without restraint, but all he could truly think about was Rumblerain, and how things may have been different had they both been around sooner. Though he didn't shove all of the blame onto them, often wishing that he had been a better uncle - one that had interacted with them enough to make them stay. Would things have been different if he hadn't gotten sick when Scorchstreak and the others had gone into the mountains?

He truly wasn't sure, but he did know that it made his stomach churn to think about.

Eager to have a task for his mind to focus on instead, Rattleheart nodded mutely along with the announcements about the Moonstone before he turned. As glad as he was to see them all as a clan reconnecting with their Starclan ancestors, he just needed a chance to be distracted. Salvation came in the form of Sunstar declaring the meeting dismissed, another cheerful - albeit forced - hum leaving the monochrome tom before he glanced around for apprentices. "Come on then, paws. We have plenty of work to do." And with that he was off, sparing only a brief glance back in the direction of Scorchstreak and her unfortunate companionship.

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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[Whisperingwaters]

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Whisperingwaters
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A mottled blue-gray-and-black head shot up as she realized there was a Clan Meeting. And.....She was late. Whisperingwaters scrambled to her paws and hurried over, sitting down beside her sister - Flickeringspark - who had already been there.
Whisperingwaters exchanged a glance with Flickeringspark through narrowed eyes.
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Flickeringspark
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Flickeringspark´s eyes narrowed as she listened to Sunstar, WindClan´s new leader. She wondered what happened to the previous leader with a tip of her head.
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(i did a two-in-one because im rushing.)​