SAKURA'S FAREWELL [ ★ ] BLOOM MILESTONE #2

[Bluepool]

Tonight would be the night of the gathering. Under a full moon, all five of the clans would once again assemble in the same space where they had once fought. There was a truce on such nights but it didn't stop the others from spitting venom at them, words flying from their lips that under usual circumstances would earn them a well-deserved clawing. Whenever she went she had been forced to sit idly by and watch disrespect flung at her clan, at her leader, like pebbles from a twoleg's firestick. For a time, it is what caused her to stay away. But now? "We need to present a united front at this gathering. Show them WindClan is no longer the same as they remember, that we are stronger because of what happened, not weaker." if they presented as weak, disjointed, the others would continue to look at them the same as they always had. She glances at Sunstar, who she shares a meal with and suddenly an idea comes to her. "Wait here" she says as she springs to her paws and rushes off to her nest, the place where she stores a hoard of flowers she had picked earlier.

When she returns, she sets the flowers down and starts to get to work immediately, weaving wildflowers into Sunstar's cinnamon striped pelt "If we all wear them this will really show them" she says as she turns to grab another, whiskers twitching as she does "It'll show them how we're all together now" because that's what they were, undivided by loyalty at last and free from StarClan's scorn.

// Everyone come get your pelt decorated before the gathering!! <3
@SUNSTAR but no need to wait!

( ➸ ) 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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[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ With the new moon, Slateheart felt somehow more nervous of this gathering than the last. With more time to think about WindClan's new predicament, the other Clans could have adjusted to new leadership, and maybe accept them - but just as easily could they have festered in their anger for Sootstar and prepared to worsen relations. That is to say, he could not predict the outcome of this gathering any easier than he could predict the many changes undergoing through the other Clans this past moon.

Bluepool's idea for a united front was admirable, and Slateheart agreed, though the execution had him a little more skeptical. Would they look at the WindClanners, decorated with flowers, as together like she had hoped? Was it enough for WindClan to earn their spot back amongst the five Clans? Slateheart couldn't help but feel that it would make them look weaker, like they had spent their time twiddling their paws and rolling in flowers instead of bettering their Clan or strengthening relations.

He'd go along with it anyway, doubtful as he was. Slateheart recalled picking flowers out of his pelt just a week prior, embarrassed that he had returned home with unintentional decorations. He'd feel less shame putting new petals in at the request of another, but still his mind flourished with visions of the other Clans making a joke of them.

One Slateheart had grabbed his share of flowers, he returned back to his secluded spot and began bending and stretching to wind them into his own pelt, of course not with much struggle. I hope this is worth it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── 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 ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Bluepools suggestion is not one periwinklebreeze is inclined to ignore - the flowers that have sprung up all throughout the moorlands are breathtaking, and the thought of spreading such a message of unity leaves him feeling warm. This - this is windclan now, free of sootstars reign. Whole and unbroken, blessed once more by starclan. A windclan where he is welcome - where he has been made lead warrior, where his kin now flourish. Where, perhaps someday, he'll have kits of his own. " I like th-the sound of th-that, " he says quietly, nudging his sister with his nose - " You'll l-let me pick something f-for you, right? " he says - tone light and playful at the thought. She'd look pretty with some asters he thinks, or maybe some heath.

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// directly interacting with @nightingalecry but anyone can join in

 

[SUNNVAR]

They had been through much. Trials unending, even in newleaf. Though WindClan repairs, they do so in pieces. And as one knits together, another threatens to fall. Snapping fangs still reside within his mind. Close enough to see the figures that slipped over the gorge, far enough away that he did not hear the aftermath. As he had promised, Sunstar kept his warriors away. They would learn tonight if this was all of them. And what, precisely, it had cost them. Should he find comfort in knowing that WindClan remained unscathed? He had come to camp and released his warriors of their duties, counted the kittens, and assumed that the rest of this — that the worst of it, at least — was over. Even if his troubles remain, it is not like what the forest cats had lived through. How cruel must he be to be grateful for this?

But their lives are not his own to worry for. They had done what they can, and now his clan faces its next obstacle. Whatever became of the Gathering tonight, it could shape their future. Bluepool is right that the must prove themselves strong and steady in the face of what has happened. Her choice to show this, however — he cannot help but laugh, though he allows her weaving without complaint. "Together in our cloud of pollen, that much is true," he teases. He can do little with his own pelt, or help with any other's, so instead Sunstar allows his voice to boom: "Come! @SEDGEPOUNCE, @Firefang, @FOXGLARE. Decorate with us. Wear these flowers with pride." Though there are more to come, he thinks for a brief moment that they could use the most of this.

⋆°•☁︎ 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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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Each month, the full moon brings about a sense of reluctance in the dappled lead warrior. As much as she hates to admit it, the nights spent at the horseplace, staring up at the full moon without any obligation to go to the gatherings, had been peaceful for Scorchstreak. There wa sno forced mingling, no standing sturdy against the venomous bite of words slung at herself and her clanmates. The other clans have never truly welcomed WindClan—even when Sootstar had been a relatively normal leader, before she had lost her mind and declared an enemy of the stars—they had always shunned the moorland clan. They have never seen WindClan as another clan. The likes of RiverClan, of SkyClan, have always seen them as hounds, and then grew upset when the cats they claimed were fanged beasts bit at their tails.

The tunneler snaps out of her thoughts as Bluepool’s voice filters into her ears. Sunstar is being decorated for the gathering, it seems, as are all of the other attendees who will go alongside him. Golden eyes flit between the flowers that her mate weaves into the leader’s fur, and then to the warriors who Sunstar calls over to himself. "Shall I swap the dirt for flowers," the calico muses, looking over the pale blue blooms that lie near their paws. They have never been particularly creative, not the type to see decoration as something overly important. Decorating their nest has never been a priority—but they are lucky to be surrounded by many clanmates who do enjoy decoration, Bluepool included. Perhaps one of the others will help her look a bit more like a cat, and less like a tunnel-mole.​

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[nightingalecry]

Nightingalecry wasn't too keen on joining the gathering party - not when she has a plethora of kittens to look after. When asked, she remembers stumbling over an answer, only for the other nursery queens to assure her that her litter will be safe with them, just as they always are. She couldn't deny them the help they offer and thus, here she is, sitting alongside her brother as they wait for the moon to rise. Bluepool speaks, and in time blooms are woven into their leader's warm fur. Periwinklebreeze turns to her with a smile, and the moggy can't help to return the gentle grin.

"Yeah, yeah - sure," she hums. Her tail whips behind her, and she motions to any kittens nearby, "Why don't you lot help us out, hmm? I'm sure uncle Peri will love to bring little bits of you along." Her brother always seemed to adore the chore of babysitting (she wonders how she managed to become a parent before he has, honestly,) and thus she would be unsurprised if the tom gets a whole bouquet from the nursery alone. As she turns to look back to her brother, she spies Slateheart, all alone. She says nothing, pressing her lips together, and silently reminding herself that she should reach out more. These cats are her Clanmates - she puts her life on the line for them just as they do her. It isn't right for her to be so distant.

[ interacting w @Periwinklebreeze. + motioning for the kittens to join them! ]​

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Gravelsnap has been called to go to this month’s gathering—and they find themself somewhat excited to go, for once. The territory is bursting with life, bright colors popping up all around them, and despite the heartbreak of the past months, their future is beginning to feel as less bleak. They have Peri, Slateheart, Bluefrost… even with their other losses, their life isn’t over. They can find a way to be happy. And maybe the first step can start tonight, when they make their way to the junction of the clans’ territories.

Still, the black-patched warrior does not join in when their clanmates begin to decorate one another in flowers. They sit nearby the other cats who will go to the gathering with them, but their gaze settles mostly on Periwinklebreeze, content to observe from afar as the black-pointed tom is approached by his sister and her gaggle of kits.​

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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ Both Rattleheart and Slateheart are going to the gathering tonight, and Blizzardkit is unsure how it should feel about that. On one paw, both of its favorite adults are going to be gone all night long, but on the other, the kit is excited for them. Going to the gathering is an honor; they wonder if Slateheart is excited to go. But when the cats who are leaving begin to gather and decorate themselves with flowers, Blizzardkit notices Slateheart sitting by himself with his blooms. He tucks them into his own pelt, and that just won’t do.

"Slateheart!" The kit calls out, pale paws quick against the earth as they run over to the dark-furred warrior. They have bundled up a number of pale yellow flowers to go along with the ones that the warrior has chosen, and they carry their pickings over to him. "Want to help you look good for the gathering," they explain simply. The older feline seems to have it handled himself, but Blizzardkit wants to help him, too. "Did you see these flowers yet? I think they’re pretty… would look good with your fur." A tiny white paw gestures for the tom to hunker down—they can’t reach his shoulders or head, where the flowers should go. If he just leans down a bit…​

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[sunlitpaw]

Among the cluster of cats that would be attending the gathering, Sunlitpaw sat to themselves with a nervous twitch to their tail. This was not their first gathering but it was no more pleasant now that it had been, the sheer number of strange faces surrounding her. Some cats knew each other and passed stories between each other, while others spat mouthfuls of pride at the other for reasons the apprentice doesn't understand. Knowing they'd come with Foxglare was dreadful knowledge, but Sunlitpaw knew not to fuss over something other Clanmates might consider a privilege.

Bluepool's suggestion was an abhorrent one. The mere thought of such a strong disagreement churned the apprentice's stomach, but the thought of decorating themselves with flowers and standing out even more surrounded by cats Sunlitpaw knew next to nothing about was a horrifying idea. Even more horrifyingly, their father agrees to such a thing as flowers are weaved into his own fur. Foxglare is called forth, and Sunlitpaw's whiskers twitch in amusement; his stern visage littered with petals would be an amusing sight, almost worth the embarrassment Sunlitpaw would have to endure tagging along with him. Cats flock forward, and Sunlitpaw worries their bottom lip between sharp canine teeth. Sunlitpaw did not wish to stick out - that meant not being decorated for the gathering, and yet similarly, that meant getting decorated for the gathering so they did not ostracize themselves from their Clanmates.

Sunlitpaw pads forward on quiet paws, approaching @SUNSTAR and nervously loitering next to him. "Um," Sunlitpaw pauses, finding their words. Their paws shuffle nervously, casting a quick glance at Bluepool almost in fear of her overhearing. "Could we maybe, uh, match a flower, Dad?" Their gaze lifts again, this time seeking out other members of their family. Sunlitpaw was inclined to stick matching flowers in all of their littermates' fur, and maybe even Wolfsong if they found him, but Sunlitpaw figured that Sunstar and Wolfstride would match something of their own accord. Her fathers were quite in-tune.
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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, 8 moon old 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 biography
  — penned by izanami, contact on discord @nullmoons for plots or threads :)

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw's nose itched merely with the sight of it all. Everyone treated flowers so nicely, all while he found himself quite upset with them, having ruined a hunt and embarrassed him only a few days ago. Still, some... invisible pull made her gravitate to her father, mentor and Sunlitpaw. She expected such frivolities from Bluepool, she supposed, but... now everyone was joining in? United, they murmured. Matching, said Sunlitpaw. Featherpaw's face crumpled into his usual dark scowl, though it wasn't one armed with fanged steel this time, but merely held bafflement behind the barrier.

Like a wraith, he drifted near his family, holding back his disdain. Would she look disloyal by questioning this? It seemed childish, too... fun to act as a mark of strength and unity. Flowers were pretty, they were not resilient. And Featherpaw would much rather be the latter... resilient seemed far more attainable than pretty nowadays, since her spine had been carved bare.

Still... "Will it really show them that?" His tone was not starkly aggressive, as usual, but rather skeptical. If there was a way to wordlessly convey that message... surely flowers were not the way.

\talking specifically to @Bluepool , and is near to @sunlitpaw and @SUNSTAR ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — The moon was gleaming up in the sky above them all, hanging there with a mixed gleam of both promise and dread. Rattleheart could feel it in his stomach, a heavy stone that was difficult for him to displace. Even if socializing had become easier for him over time, the rest of the gathering was what truly worried him. What the other leaders would have to say, and what latest accusations would be spat in their direction. At least it was unlikely that Thunderclan would have any unkind words for them, given that they had gone along wholly with their neighbor's plan. Though even that drove a shiver down his spine, memories of an unidentifiable cat flying over the edge of the gorge causing him to squeeze his eyes shut temporarily.

Bluepool's suggestion was a more than welcome one. It offered a distraction, and a way to unify them all as they stood among the other clans. His mind was being given something else to focus on, and he was more than willing to snatch up the chance. The lead warrior grabbed up a few flowers of his own, twisting around so that he could carefully weave them into the monochrome tones of his own pelt. Though it didn't take long before his own form was forgotten, his paws instead carrying him over to where @VENOMSTRIKE laid. Rattleheart didn't hesitate in grinning down at his mate, settling alongside the larger moor runner as he began to do the same with his pelt and the flowers in his jaws. "I know you aren't going to the gathering tonight, my love, but you have to let me decorate you at least a little. It's no fair for me to be all prettied up when you aren't." He didn't offer Venomstrike the chance to protest, though he did at least push some of the other flowers in the lumbering tom's direction. Fair was fair - if he was going to be weaving delicate patterns into his mate's fur, then it only seemed right for him to be able to do the same.

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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[dimmingsun]

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Dimmingsun doesn't usually enjoy Gatherings. So many judgmental eyes looking to rake themselves over anybody, taking the words of leaders and running with it despite the knowledge that it's a mere small description of a moon that's past them. They had been more and more tumultuous, too, thanks to the reputation Sootstar had oh-so kindly bestowed upon them. It remains over WindClan like some stubborn storm cloud despite her absence.

Right now, he feels different about it. Bluepool's call for decorating themselves as a symbol of unity is just the right amount of silly with enough of a meaning that it gets Dimmingsun's eyes shining. It's perfect; there's plenty of flowers to use, and he can already imagine some cats' mouths hanging agape as his Clan strolls towards Fourtrees.

He's determined now. Cats are already grouping together to help one another out - and Dimmingsun already knows who he wants to aid.

"Hey." His voice is a low rumble of a purr within his chest as he approaches Slateheart. Blizzardkit, too, because they are faster than him and they get there first. "Can I help?" The question is directed at the both of them out of politeness, but he meets Slateheart's eyes for longer; he still feels guilty for having used sarcasm instead of sincerity when that black fur got entangled with wildflowers.

"Here, let me show you why I'm useful." Dimmingsun crouches, and with no effort whatsoever, manages to push his muzzle underneath Blizzardkit. His movements are slow as to avoid them falling off, but he's confident in raising them so they can actually reach Slateheart's shoulder.

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.17.24

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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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[Bluepool]

Some Clanmates are skeptical, she understands. Never in WindClan's history have they ever wanted to appear soft. WindClan was molded of rough edges and sharp tongues with equally sharp claws and teeth. "The other clan's need to see we've changed, and it's gotta be something that gets their attention right? I bet you this will." she says in a soft answer to her apprentice. (@FEATHERPAW) She is pleased when Sunstar goes along with the idea, when he invites others to decorate their pelts as well. All around her her clanmates start to weave petals into each others fur and it brings to her mind such a sharp image of unity of peace like WindClan has not known before and it causes a purr to rise up in her throat. "I'm trusting you to decorate your fathers fur kiddo, make me proud." she says to @sunlitpaw before she turns to look at her mate.

Mate. She will never grow tired of hearing or thinking those words whenever she turns her golden eyes onto fire-streaked fur. Her gaze softens when she sees her and immediately she moves to press her nose to the mollies cheek. "My love, you look beautiful no matter what adorns your fur" whether it was dirt or flowers was of little consequence to Bluepool (@SCORCHSTREAK) She picks up a flower with one paw and tucks it carefully behind the she-cats ear "Perfect" she breathes, though whether she is talking about the flower or Scorchstreak is unclear. "Now what do you say we both get nice and cleaned up for the gathering hm?" she could weave the flowers into Scorchstreak's fur then guide her on the best places to put them in hers and she would wear them so proudly.

All of them would.

( ➸ ) test my worth in blood

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  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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[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Slateheart didn't really anticipate the approach of anycat - but he could have expected Blizzardkit to arrive. If not Rattleheart, it was usually himself that got the kitten's attention. His green gaze lifts from where he messily winds a flower into his side-fur with his teeth to identify the location of the call, and soon lands upon little Blizzardkit, running over with shining eyes.

No matter his mood, he can never help but smile when Blizzardkit is around. Slateheart didn't quite consider himself the kit's father, as parenting seems unfathomably far away for the young warrior, but he does view him as family - a little brother, perhaps. They offer the yellow flowers that they hold, and he has to oblige - he can never really say no to Blizzardkit. "Alright," he mused in response with a soft chuckle. "I have not seen them yet. They are pretty... Thank you, Blizzardkit."

Slateheart was just about to settle down for Blizzardkit to reach when Dimmingsun arrived next, offering his help with a hefty purr. Their eyes meet for a moment, and Slateheart holds his smile, albeit a bit nervously this time. He had grown accustomed to the company of Dimmingsun, who seemed to gravitate towards the outliers like himself; but he remained wary of judgement. Unlike in the presence of Blizzardkit, Slateheart kept his heart guarded around other warriors, who he felt were much more susceptible to opinionated behavior than the former.

At least Dimmingsun seemed nice, aside from that brief moment of sarcasm last time they conversed over flowers. Not that it truly hurt his feelings.. mostly just his pride. Slateheart had to hope that his offer to help was sincere, based off the long held gaze - perhaps he felt bad for that encounter. "You can," he answers finally, giving his approval. He'd glance at Blizzardkit, awaiting their approval as well, though he was certain the kitten wouldn't mind.

It was a cute scene, watching Dimmingsun lift up Blizzardkit to decorate Slateheart's fur. With the company of others, he felt his self-consciousness start to ebb away. Decorating oneself purposefully was not nearly as embarrassing as arriving to camp messily covered in them - it may have helped that the others were enjoying it, too. Maybe he could return the offer for their help. "Are you.. going to the gathering?" Slateheart asked, facing Dimmingsun. "I could help you decorate your fur, too. If.. if you want."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── 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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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Scorchstreak had been wholly unprepared for the depth of emotion that she feels now, upon having a cat she can call her mate—a cat who looks at her like she’s hung the stars, someone who calls her my love and showers her in praise. Her eyes slip closed as Bluepool touches her nose to her cheek, and she leans in closer to brush her own muzzle against the other lead warrior’s black-striped cheek. When she draws back, her mate tells her that she is beautiful whether covered in dirt or flowers, and golden eyes grow soft as she takes in Bluepool’s face. If either of them should speak of the other’s beauty, then surely it should be Scorchstreak; her mate is star-blessed, right down to the marking she wears on her forehead.

"I… thank you," She murmurs with a ducking of her head, her muzzle forming into a genuine smile. How lucky she is, to have a mate so gentle, so supportive, so perfect. Yet the description is turned upon her in a heartbeat. Perfect, Bluepool says whilst tucking a flower behind her ear, and the calico cannot tell whether the compliment is meant for herself or for the flower. Still, she accepts it graciously, raising a paw to trace along the flower’s edges. "You speak of my beauty, yet fail to mention your own. Everyone at the gathering will be in awe." Scorchstreak is in awe, and she sees her mate every day. She accepts Bluepool’s suggestion with a nod—she is intent on making sure that her mate stands out amongst everyone else at the gathering. Anyone who looks upon her should appreciate her beauty. "Of course. I have these; what flowers would you like me to put in your fur?" Her paw swipes the blooms that she has gathered closer to the other she-cat, her mouth still turned up into a smile.​

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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The older tom quickly turns to look at them, and Blizzardkit’s expression only brightens more. Slateheart is one of their favorite clanmates—any chance to aid him is a chance that the kit will take. He thanks them for their offering of flowers, which causes the albino’s ears to flick with excitement. "You’re welcome! Found them over by the nursery, they were just growing… Were a bunch, so I grabbed a lot just in case." They finish their statement with a serious nod, little tail flickering happily. These flowers are the ones that Thundersong told them could make wishes come true when they turn white and fluffy. Maybe they can make Slateheart’s wishes come true—but what would the moor runner have to wish for? Would he wish for peace? For happiness? For better prey? Blizzardkit knows what they wish for, but there is a big difference between them and Slateheart, isn't there?

Drawing their attention, Dimmingsun rumbles out a hello as he approaches themself and Skateheart. Blizzardkit blinks up at the calico, wondering why he seems to stare at Slateheart for so long, but then their muzzle shifts into a grin as he asks whether he can help them out. "Yeah!" They chirp, eyes growing wide with excitement as the tortoiseshell warrior lifts them to Slateheart’s height. They squeak in surprise as they’re lifted, little white paws flailing, but they don’t fall, and that’s the only thing that matters. From up here, they’ve got a perfect view of the dark-furred tom’s shoulder! "Here," they murmur, carefully depositing a flower into the dark fur before them. They haven't yet picked up the skill of weaving, whether flowers or nests, but their little paws attempt to ensure that the flower stays where they put it.​

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit was getting kind of sleepy by now. The sun had gone down just little while ago. He blinked hard against sleep. He wanted to decorate! He shuffled in to be with his mom and uncle. "C'n I put a flow'r on you Peri?" He asked. He didn't need to go to sleep. Definitely not. He picked up a yellow flower and held it up expectantly toward his uncle.

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ooc Information

• ooc: — interacting with @Periwinklebreeze. and @nightingalecry
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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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[dimmingsun]

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It's barely seen due to the white fluff right in front of Dimmingsun's eyes, but at least his smile is evident as Slateheart agrees. Then at least he's on the right track - for now.

"I am," he says and immediately feels like he's itching under his fur. Gatherings are, in his opinion, an honor. Chosen after a nod from Sunstar; approval in a way. Yet Dimmingsun feels it to be too crowded time and time again, no matter how many times he attends. All those eyes hungry for gossip and weakness.

And who knows if the other leaders will ever look at Sunstar without distaste?

Slateheart's question remains unanswered for just a moment longer as Dimmingsun concentrates on Blizzardkit. He feels them waver but they don't fall, and he watches right over the tips of their ears as they work with those little paws to decorate Slateheart. "You're doing great."

He ends up pushing his muzzle closer, nudging Blizzardkit to climb over to the spot between Slateheart's shoulders. It should give them more room to work with, and also lets Dimmingsun talk properly.

"I'd love that." His voice is a purr as he settles beside the other warrior. "If anything, today is teaching me I have a lot to learn about flower weaving."

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.17.24

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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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[SNAKEHISS]

They have all got to be joking. Was this what WindClan was reduced to, now? A bunch of flower-weavers? "It'll show them how we're all together now." Bluepool says. Snakehiss felt the urge to scoff. That's what you think. It was curious, how a place such as the moors could feel so much like home and yet... not at the same time. Snakehiss had grown up with these cats, and yet they all felt like strangers to him now. It seemed as if they were perfectly content with ignoring his existence, too.

If anything, showing up to the gathering flocked with wildflowers would show the other clans that they looked like a bunch of kits who were practically begging to be attacked. Showcasing how soft WindClan had grown since the end of Sootstar would not be a great message. Snakehiss did not miss that tyrant, but at the very least, he respected the days of militarism and strict order.

He watches the flower-decorating frenzy commence through dulled eyes, finding no point in voicing his opinion as he typically would. Softness had invaded WindClan and there was nothing to be done about it.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨

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  snakehiss
  

  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
  — father to violetkit, cricketkit, and privetkit (duskclan)
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[CELANDINEPAW]

True to her namesake, Celandine watched as bright blossoms plumed through the great greens of newleaf. Pops of vibrancy had signaled the end of leafbare's hold, and as the winter's taloned grip loosened ever so slight, the vernal tides made sure to flow heavy and harboring. It was the molly's first newleaf, so of course she had grown enamored with how the very world sprung back from the white. At the barn, posies had simply stood at the edges of the fences, sprouting through the cracks of a land pushed and put into its place. She had even seen a few of the livestock nibble at stems interspersed in their fields, like they hadn't an eye - or a mind - for it as she did. In fairness, before she ventured outside of the Horseplace, she had hardly paid attention to what grew quiet and without grievance below her. Out in the moors, the florets seemed as free as the birds that fluttered above them, like the seafoam to an ocean she only had stray strings of stories to account for. Even the sedges and sawgrasses sang in such sunlit glory. It had overwhelmed her at first, and still did now, but she had slowly grown acclimated to the verdant sea before her.

"Have fun gathering at the Gathering!" Celandine chirped as colors wove themselves into the pelts of her fellow clanmates, and such beauty brocated itself into the cats she had once seen streaked in blood and blister. After the strident scuffle, they seemed much more... peaceful. She hadn't a proper point of view, and where Windclanners swam through the ashes of the home they built, Celandine simply saw what she presumed had always been there. They simply assumed that Windclan were a discreet folk, some polite to a greater fault than others. With a puzzled and almost owlish tilt of her head, she picked up a cowslip petal, careful as if it would disintegrate in her hand if she breathed on it too hard. The blue-tinged feline before her said that Windclan must be united now (what was her name again? Blue...floss?). The ritual of sorts seemed to be a bonding activity, sort of like a playdate except of grander esteem. What intricate lives they lead. Perhaps there was much more to learn about the rulers of the open plains, the golden rosetted tabby figured. ​