𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍, 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 ╱ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 04.01.24

[SUNNVAR]

Their world is consumed by a fiery morning when Sunstar leaps onto the great meeting place of WindClan. An aureate sun rises behind him, lending a sheen to his fur and a halo around his head, the pale wisps of fur at his cheeks turning to woven gold at their tips. "Let all cats old enough to run the moor gather around the Tall Rock for a clan meeting!" he bellows, though his eyes fall to the nursery in time to see a few of the kittens stumbling out. They are certainly not old enough to join his warriors there, not yet, but he smiles softly, privately, and cannot fault their enthusiasm. A few of them would find their names this moon.

But that is not the first thing that he must say.

"Today, we celebrate in the achievements we have shared. Our tunnel to RiverClan's border is finished! Never again will we be surprised if the worst comes to pass with our neighbors. With our tunnel towards ShadowClan, we are well on our way to a true defense of this territory. Our tunnelers have worked on this for many moons. It was a thought from a distant, trying time, brought to life with many hours, through many obstacles. WindClan commends all that you have given!" Moor runner that he may be, serving alongside their finest tunnelers for so many moons has given the warrior a bold insight to the importance of their duties. Without them, the sunshine-filled life they hold above the surface would not be nearly so well-maintained.

He steps closer towards the edge of this great rock and looks upon the expanse of heather and golden grass which wave across the moorland. "Our territory has brought us much with newleaf. We must do all we can to take advantage. We have a great many kits to care for, which means many mouths we must feed. I encourage all of you to take whatever time you have to hunt so that our clan may maintain these numbers well to warriorhood." Twinkling eyes turn once more to the kittens, and a slow grin spreads. That this day is already here does not seem real.

"@BLIZZARDKIT. @spotkit. Step forward, and join your peers before the Tall Rock! You have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be named apprentices. From this day forward, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Blizzardpaw, and Spotpaw." He thinks of the antics he had seen from the both of them so few moons ago. That time has already pulled so far onward is a mystery he cannot solve. From the orphaned kitten in the snow to an apprentice.

"Blizzardpaw. Your mentor will be Webthorn. They have proven themself capable and loyal. I know that they will pass on their dedication and skill to the next generation of WindClan's warriors."

And to Spotkit, his smile becomes less boisterous yet no less soft. A gentle kindness as he searches his gaze through the crowd. "Spotpaw, your mentor shall be @whitedawn. I hope she will pass down all that she has learned to you." A small incline of his head to the kitten.

"Whitedawn, you have proven yourself ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training, and shown yourself to be kind, and thorough. You will be the mentor of Spotpaw, and I expect you to pass down all that you know."

The other names upon his list are not kits that he has seen through growth, but warriors WindClan has welcomed with some reluctance on a few of his warriors' tongues. Still, Sunstar shows no regret as he calls them from the crowd. "@CELANDINE, @GRAVE. Though you have come to WindClan with moons of experience behind you, the life of loners is far from the life of a warrior. You will both train as apprentices for a time. From this moment forward, you will be known as Celandinepaw, and Scorpionback." The name is a jarring difference, yet the stinging manner of speech from the barn cat's tongue deserves nothing less.

"Scorpionback, you will shadow @Periwinklebreeze. As a trusted lead warrior among my council, I trust that he will teach you the necessities of your role in this clan. You will follow him in all that he does, be it hunting, patrolling, or cleaning the nests of the elders' den." Warm eyes turn to Peri. "I know that he will pass to you his caring nature, and his love for this clan and what it stands for." It is what he so desperately needs to understand, after all. That this is not simply a place to live, but a home to love.

"And Celandinepaw. I entrust your training to Dimmingsun. He is a hard worker, well engrained into this clan." A polite way to say he will talk any cat's ears off, he supposes. "I trust that he will teach you the necessities of our duties, and the importance of keeping our home safe. You will do well under his teachings."

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

• OOC. you guys have done amazingly this month!! thank you all for your participation in our prompts and in our discord server. i love seeing things so full and flourishing. <3
  
  special shoutouts go to @WOLFSONG @cottonpaw @SCORCHSTREAK @Bluepool @RATTLEHEART @Periwinklebreeze. @GRAVELSNAP @SNAKEHISS @slateheart @DIMMINGSUN @Firefang @SOOTSPOT @FEATHERPAW @rivepaw @sunlitpaw @HEATHERPAW @downypaw @BLIZZARDKIT @Grasskit !! your activity has been stellar this month! i do want to note that i did these late on the 30th because i was busy yesterday, so i apologize if someone hit the shoutout quota and i missed it!! if you believe there was an error, please let me know! i don't want to leave any of you out.
  
  there are still reassignments to do this just got so stinking long
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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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[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ A meeting is called, and Slateheart is one of the first to join the crowd. Knowing that Blizzardkit must be six moons old by now, the black-furred is practically beaming as he awaits the announcement of the young apprentice.

When the white kitten is finally announced, pride twinkles in Slateheart's green eyes - akin to that of a father witnessing his child's ceremony. He knows that Webthorn will be a great mentor, though part of him hoped that Rattleheart would take that spot - nonetheless, he's certain that Blizzardpaw's apprenticeship will go smoothly, and he will receive his warrior name in what'll feel like no time."Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw!"

Then comes Celandine and Grave's ceremonies. As former barn cats that supported Sunstar and his followers after being chased from camp, he had no quarrels with accepting them into WindClan's ranks, so long as they receive the proper training. Though Periwinklebreeze hasn't had an apprentice before, he hopes that this will be a good experience, and he's certain that the lead will perform excellently. Dimmingsun, too, would make a good pairing with Celandinepaw, considering the outgoing nature of both cats. Slateheart passes his friend a small smile and a dip of his head. "Celandinepaw! Scorpionback!"

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

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• SLATEHEART ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 22 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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[BLUEFROST]

The young tunneler follows Sunstar's still-foreign call, finding a separate spot to sit in, away from the bulk of her Clanmates. The wounds she'd inflicted upon their pelts and their spirits had not totally healed yet—she still receives searing glances, mumbles of distrust when she is assigned to a patrol, and though the gray warrior lifts her head high, a cloud of doubt dusts her features. This is a WindClan she must navigate carefully still, she thinks.

Her mother's successor, defeater, usurper, stands upon the Tallrock in golden glory. The setting sun sets golden fur afire, but unsurprisingly, Bluefrost misses the cold glow of the moon silvering her mother's pelt. She listens to the announcement about RiverClan's tunnel, and a tiny smile quirks across her lips. Pride that has faded, tattered, unfurls like newleaf blossoms in her heart. She can still have that pride—that is good, she thinks. She still has a place beneath the earth, where her spirit yearns to be even now, covered in dust and ear-deep in mysterious soils.

A tufted tail curls around earth-stained white paws. Newcomers—Grave and Celandine—are given mentors, new names. Sootstar would never have allowed such a thing—would she have? She blinks, shifting her feet. Whitedawn and Webthorn receive apprentices; Bluefrost inclines her head toward the ivory-pelted tunneler, appreciation soft in her green gaze. Her friend will make a gentle mentor. Her eyes flick toward Periwinklebreeze, to Dimmingsun, who both receive the outsiders as protégés. Her tongue feels stuck to the roof of her mouth—but she knows she must call the names of her new Clanmates, must celebrate WindClan's flourishing. After a moment's hesitation, she calls, "Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw! Celandinepaw! Scorpionback!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.

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[DIMMINGSUN]

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The day starts with an uninterrupted view of the sun, painting the moor in pleasant hues, and their leader takes his place on the Highrock as if on cue. Dimmingsun looks at the kits whose horizons are about to expand immensely - the world opening up to them beyond the small rise that encircles their camp, their paws guided by whoever Sunstar calls for them to do so.

His gaze remains soft, if not curious, when he looks at the two newcomers. It's been quite a while since the Clan took in anyone new, and even longer since the moors had been safe for strangers. Dimmingsun already looks forward to seeing them grow, wondering if they'll remember the day of their entry fondly even when they have to wake up before dawn properly sets, and only rest when they've done enough to feed and protect their Clanmates.

Dimmingsun blinks once, twice, as if that'd change the trajectory of the scene before him. His name is called, there's no doubt about it.

He feels like he's floating above the soft sand of the camp as he meets Celandinepaw- his own apprentice. He regards her as if she's been born in their nursery, as if he's watched her grow, as if he's already proud of her despite barely knowing her at all. Her pelt is golden, glimmering as the rays find her, and he can already imagine the shadows of dotted clouds passing her body as she races across the hills.

"You've chosen wisely," he murmurs; only for her to hear. "Welcome to the Clan." A loud purr erupts from him as he leans down to touch his nose to her forehead.

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 04.02.24

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• DIMMINGSUN ⸝⸝-- WINDCLAN -- HE/HIM -- 33 MOONS

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

༄༄ The rising of the sun is a symbol of their leader, in all his golden-hued glory, and also of their clan pulling itself back into the good graces of the stars. It only makes sense that their clan meetings should take place under the watchful eye of the warm sunrise. Though it is early, Scorchstreak has already been up for a while—insomnia struck, and her morning hunting patrol was finished before the sun even began to show itself over the horizon. Unsurprised, the calico moves to settle before the Tallrock when her leader calls the clan together. His first order of business is a celebration of the tunnel in RiverClan's direction; she gives a nod of appreciation to the rosetted tom as he speaks. She does not need the praise from Sunstar, but she and the rest of the tunnelers deserve appreciation for their hard work all the same.

The leader moves forward to gaze down at a few of the kits, and then continues on with his announcements. Blizzardkit and Spotkit—both are named apprentices, and both are given tunneler mentors. A smile touches the calico's muzzle, and golden eyes shift to the two younger cats. "Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw!" She remembers Whitedawn back when she was small, and is certain that the albino she-cat will make a good mentor for the speckled kit. Similarly, she thinks that Periwinklebreeze will be a good mentor for the newly-named Scorpionback. Although the dark-furred tom is prickly, often to a dislikeable degree, Scorchstreak must commend his dedication to WindClan's cause. She is glad that more former barn cats have decided to join the clan; they had become familiar faces during her time spent at the horseplace, and she trusts that they will serve the clan well. "Scorpionback! Celadinepaw!" Her cheers are notably less enthusiastic than those of others around her, but the intention is clear. These cats will be welcomed into the clan—at least by the calico tunneler.​

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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The harshness of sunlight over the moorland normally keeps the kit tucked away in the nursery on sunny days, but today Sunstar's call brings her trotting out to sit near the nursery's entrance. She squints and then squeezes her eyes shut against the sun, which shines bright behind Sunstar's figure and casts the tom in painful silhouette. She does not look up, does not open her eyes, until the leader speaks her name. When her name is called, Blizzardkit perks up, pale eyes fluttering open as they are instructed to step forward. They obey, standing beside the older clanmates before the leader's perch, squinting once more as they look up at him.

"Blizzardpaw…" she murmurs under her breath when she is given the name. Her eyes meet her new mentor's, and large ears flicker lightly as she greets them eagerly. "Hi, I'm Blizzardk-Blizzardpaw…" she says. The rest of the leader's announcements go by quickly, but around them the newly-named apprentice searches for Slateheart upon hearing the older tom cheer their name. Their vision blurs suddenly, and their balance shifts to a strange point, but they attempt to meet the warrior's gaze in spite of their impeded sight.​

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[Silverpaw.]

✧.* Already in his usual spot, Silverpaw had been enjoying the morning when the call for a meeting brought his attention to the Tall Rock. He turned, peering up at Sunstar for a few heartbeats before standing and shuffling to join the rest of the Clan. The news of the tunnels was certainly something to be proud of– although Silverpaw had been unable to assist as much as he would have hoped to, he held silent admiration for the Tunnelers who had completed such a task.

Then came apprenticeships. Although he did not raise his voice alongside the others calling their congratulations, he gave a nod to the new apprentices with a wish for their training to go well. His gaze did pass over the newest additions to the Clan, Scorpionback and Celandinepaw, observing them for a moment before returning his attention to Sunstar. Regardless of where they came from, they would be his Clanmates all the same. WindClan was a lovely Clan to be in.

He thought about his own mentor and the conversation he had had with the leader. Despite not having really spoken to the warriors that had been named as mentors, which wasn't particularly odd as he didn't speak much in general, it was clear that the apprentices would have better luck in their training than Silverpaw had been graced with. Even as he glanced through the crowd, he couldn't pinpoint where his mentor was. He stifled a sigh and looked down at his paws, listening to the Clan around him.​

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  Silverpaw. / Tags
  ￫ WindClan Tunneler apprentice
  ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
  ￫ Eight moons; ages every month
  ￫ Mentored by ?? (TBD)
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
  ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Meetings have seemed different since Sunstar took over as the clan's leader, but over the past month Gravelsnap has found a way to put the wrongness behind them. As with the flowers, the black-patched tom's respect for the rosetted leader has grown tall and strong; Sunstar has taken a broken clan and sunk his claws into it, patched it together into something whole… something respectable. Under his leadership, it feels as though Gravelsnap themself can be respectable. They settle near Periwinklebreeze to listen to Sunstar's announcements, their ear flicking in greeting. Their attention does not remain on the tunneling announcement for long, but they do risk a glance in Bluefrost's direction—a nod, congratulatory, is offered to the smoky she-cat.

Next, a pair of kits are called forth to be given their new names and their mentors, and Gravelsnap allows a small smile to grace their features. Slateheart is quite fond of the pale kit who the clan had picked up at the horseplace, and it isn't surprising to see the dark-furred tom looking over at her. He must be proud, to watch the kit growing up so quickly. "Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw! Celandinepaw! Scorpionback!" Their cheering is dull in comparison to their clanmates' calls, but they find the enthusiasm to raise their voice with the rest.​

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[SUNNVAR]

The howling chorus of his clanmates' voices brings a grin to the warrior's face. He does not join in on the cry, having begun it with his decisions, but once it dies down some, Sunstar clears his voice to bring it fully to a close. "These are not the only changes that are to be made! Silverpaw and Heatherpaw — step forward, the both of you." They are both young still, not fit to join the warriors yet far from helpless. At least. . . this is what he would hope. Silverpaw's situation still brings a grimace to his face to even think of. That a warrior he had entrusted to teach would be so careless– at least today he will rectify this.

"@HEATHERPAW ," he begins. "Your mentor was a dutiful and thoughtful teacher. This death is one that our clan will mourn for some time, but your training cannot suffer for what has happened. Until you earn your warrior name, your mentor shall be @Firefang. She has met each obstacle before her with tenacity, and her strength will serve you well."

A cool seaglass gaze zeroes in upon the warrior, whose fur he saw bristling at him a few mere nightfalls ago. She was hotheaded, aggressive; an uncertain one whose motives he could not understand. WindClan had changed beneath her paws, and he had only ever known her to be loyal to Sootstar. A desperate bid to understand what became of her life. A search for guidance that no other could provide. None of his trepidation shows on his stone-slated face. It breaks only with the subtlest scrunches of his brow. "Firefang. You were mentored by a tom who cared greatly for this clan." That he had mentored two loyalists and been damned as one himself, Sunstar does not say. "I expect you to show the same for your apprentice. Your hard work will help shape the warriors that follow in your steps."

He could stare upon her for hours more, searching for whatever may lie beneath her prickled exterior. Perhaps with time he could unravel the life that had shaped her. But that is not his duty, nor the wisest use of his time. Sunstar turns to Silverpaw.

"@Silverpaw. Your mentor has abandoned your training, and in doing so, has abandoned this clan." A ripple of whispers through the crowd, uneasy and uncertain. Their gazes must seek the empty space Silverpaw's mentor had once held. They are nowhere to be found within the surrounding warriors, and the leader knows it. "WindClan's tunnelers train for moons longer than our moor runners for the danger of their work. We need their strength if we are to remain the masters of our home. From this day to your warrior ceremony, your mentor will be @DUSTYFOOT. He knows these tunnels, and will not shirk in his duties."

He rises to his paws, agitation clear in a lashing tail. "Should any of our patrols come across Waspwhisker, know that they are no warrior of WindClan. They have chosen to leave their apprentice's training on hold to spend their time with loners and rogues. They left to preserve this, rather than make amends for what they have done." While he stands there, leaning forward as if prepared to fall into his clan, Sunstar asks: "Is there any more that cats of this clan would like to share now?" He does not expects (actively hopes that there are not) any more confessions of disloyalty or trouble brewing he is unaware of. But it is best to allow their confessions now than risk being attacked from behind in a moon to come.

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

• OOC. —
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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

• "speech"

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — It would be a lie to say that Rattleheart had already been up and chipper by the time the meeting began, Sunstar's call instead being the thing to rouse her from her slumber. She had been more and more tired as of late, a fact she had quietly filed away as a concern to bring up to Wolfsong and Cottonpaw only if it overstayed its welcome. For now, she figured it was just a side effect of how hard she had been working as of late, and one that would fade as she pulled her workload back to a more manageable state. Either way, there was a weary smile on her face as she pulled herself forth from her nest, shaking off the sluggishness of being newly awake in order to listen to what Sunstar had to say. Thank the stars that it seemed to be mostly positive, her grin brightening even more when the Riverclan tunnel being finished came up.

Admittedly, the lead warrior had mixed feelings when it came to the matter of Blizzardkit becoming an apprentice. She was undoubtedly proud of the tiny bundle of white that she had come to see as kin, but she also found herself plagued with fear. Worries over all that the world could do to an apprentice, even one that had been made so later than those in the past. At least Webthorn and Whitedawn would make respectable mentors for the new pair of apprentices, Rattleheart's dark muzzle raising to the sky alongside everyone else. "Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw!" It didn't take a genius to figure out that those around her were slightly less enthusiastic about the joining of both Celandine and Grave. However, her own enthusiasm didn't falter even as she continued on. "Celandinepaw! Scorpionback!" A new warrior - even one that needed training - was always a welcome addition to Windclan, and if Celandinepaw believed that they could truly be a fit for clan life, she wasn't going to fight the both of them on it.

Though hopefully Periwinklebreeze and Dimmingsun wouldn't be intimidated by the tasks set out before them.

The reassignments that came next were half expected and half not, considering the passing of Heatherpaw's former mentor hadn't exactly been a secret to the clan as a whole. Though Rattleheart blinked a little in surprise as Firefang's name was called, mildly startled that Sunstar had entrusted his training to her, of all cats. Perhaps that was the whole point. A test to make sure of where her loyalties laid, and to hopefully lead Heatherpaw into a bright future. Silverpaw's reassignment, though - that was the one that had her blood boiling. The thought of one of the tunnelers under her and Scorchstreak's guidance neglecting their own apprentice in favor of sneaking out to spend their time beyond the moors... it was enough to make her jaw clench. She glanced briefly over at her sister, hoping the other would be able to read the tension in her shoulders. Obviously she had no reason to speak up after Sunstar's query, though she could feel the frustration rolling off of her pelt in waves.

They'd need to keep a close eye on Dustyfoot, no matter how much she did trust the other tunneler.

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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[HEATHERPAW]

mourning was something he was all too used to. the loss of his parents was still fresh in his mind, and now he was left mourning the warrior that had taken their place in some form. he could curse and wail and scream until his head hurt, but that would achieve nothing. he couldn't let himself grieve, or else he'll simply lose himself. he'll get lost in his own head. he knew, in theory, that he needed a new mentor. the issue was he wasn't expecting one so soon.

he knew firefang and knew that the two of them shared some thoughts and opinions, knew they agreed on many things, and yet he still found himself bitter about the reassignment. even still, he dipped his head in thanks, and lifted his head towards firefang, his eyes angled back just a bit. he couldn't help his bitterness. he would get over it eventually.

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✧ STUCK STILL — NO TURNING BACK

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• — lilac / red tabby chimera with low white and green eyes
  — 6 moons old; ages the 15th every month
  — unknown orient. ; currently not looking
  — son of npc and npc
  — windclan ; loyal to windclan, doesn't understand why sootstar is gone
  — slightly difficult to befriend ; not quick to trust these days
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[Bluepool]

Upon the summons, Bluepool makes her way to the front of the clan alongside many of her clanmates. This is a familiar ritual, something that she can draw comfort in as the norm. It didn't matter that it was Sunstar who stood now before them rather than Sootstar, it didn't matter that everything had changed so drasically in such a short time. They still had each other, their clan, the stars, so long as there was that everything else could fall away.

She instinctually moves to take her mates side, pressing her pelt against hers affectionately for a brief moment, golden eyes captivated by her beauty for a long drawn out moment before she turns her head to listen to the words spilling from Sunstar's mouth. Ceremonies are conducted, and she cheers alongside the rest of them. "Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw!" she calls out and then "Celadinepaw! Scorpionback!"

When the commotion dies down, she turns to the cat next to her, affection and pride shining in her eyes and says softly "Congrats on finishing the tunnel, it was your hard work that made it happen you know" and she gives the other molly a soft bump with her shoulder. It was disgusting to think about a warrior from WindClan neglecting their apprentices training, even more disgusting that he had had the nerve to do it right under her mate's nose but Bluepool doesn't want her thoughts to linger on it, it wasn't worth the energy.

( ➸ ) 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
  

 

[CELANDINEPAW]

Hummingbird heart thrummed with the electric anticipation that flitted throughout the meeting. When Celandine was summoned, groggy-eyed and half-asleep, she didn't think it would be for such a momentous occasion such as this. Even now, the golden-pelted she-cat licked at her paw and patted stray patches of fur that stood up, attempting to make herself as presentable as possible. There was little use for royalties and formalities at the barn, but here there was a greater compulsion to make herself at least semi-orderly. Hay-hued eyes stared upwards to the sun, and to the king of the moors who stood just below it, though did not falter underneath the molten heat. She wondered, for just a moment, what it would be like to stand atop the Great Rock. Maybe her fur would catch on fire. The light now caught upon the blazing fur of Sunstar, with young morning's dew now gone from the tips of leaves and wildgrass. Newleaf had rushed in strong, like a tidal wave of vernal creation.

Through the verses, she heard her name. Celandinepaw. Huh, guess it's not much different than my usual name. But why didn't Grave get named 'Gravepaw' or something? He doesn't seem like a scorpion-backed guy to me... Fleeting attention turned towards Grave - no, Scorpionback - though she already felt the new name slipping away from her. Raucous cheers for her name fell from the cats around her like the patterings of droplets, startling her before a crescent smile slipped onto juvenile face. "Yay! Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw! Scorpionback! Celandinepaw - wait, that's me." She shouted, joining in the sea of applause. Bathing in the cheers that would soon fade as evanescent as the rainstorm's song, the spotted tabby molly then faced her mentor.

"You've chosen wisely." A comforting rumble came from Dimmingsum's mouth, with the warrior's gold and brown pelt like the autumn coat of the sea of sedges beyond the Horseplace. It was inviting, like so many of the other cats of Windclan. Their style of manners differed much from the felines of the barn, but she enjoyed how... accomodating the wildcats were. "I won't disappoint!" Celandinepaw chirped, as chipper as the chirruping blackbird of the forenoon, with its song carried through the moorlands. She intook another scent of Windclan as if to prepare herself, though what smells were once unfamiliar slowly became balmy aromas, too much like the wheats and earths of her barn. ​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Whatever he'd expected from this meeting, it had not been to get his first apprentice - though really, it wasn't an actual apprenticeship was it? He was just... showing him around. Making sure he learned there ways, didn't make a mistake. He truly doubted the tom would have any real trouble hunting or fighting, from what he'd seen of most of the barn cats. Still, it takes a moment for the dainty figured tom to shake his stupor, eyes still blown wide as he scrambles to accept, taking in the ink-blot feline before him. " h-hope you l-like kits, y-you'll probably be seeing a l-lot of them, " he jokes softly before nose touches the others ear - sunstar had certainly sounded serious about following even to the elders den, and while periwinklebreeze hardly stoops to such tasks these days, he is rather well known as the go to kit sitter these days. His sisters near permanent residency within had only made his visits more frequent. Still, he steps back, and calls out the rest of the names of his clanmates - new and old alike - with a bright smile, content.

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[SCORPIONBACK]

The harshness of the sunlight burned the back of the dull colored feline. When Grave was summoned, half-asleep and grumbling all while plopping himself beside his golden spotted friend. Spiked fur, pointing every which way he lapped at his fur for a moment. He wondered what all of this was about. He lifted interested amber eyes toward the Moor King. As he looked at the other windclanners waking up from their own rest, his dark lips curled into a grimace. Still not quite used to being in a close proximity to other bodies, except for Celandine.

While the Moor King spoke, the dull black tom wasn't all that interested in the strange built words that spilled out of the Leader's mouth. Through the verses of name changing, he heard of Celandine's be renamed to Celandinepaw and him be referred to Scorpionback. Huh, why not just 'Gravepaw'? Tufted ears angled back slightly, at his name being changed so… casually. He glanced down at Celandine- no, Celandinepaw. He felt conflicted, at the new name. Hearing the loud cheers of his new name fall from other's mouths made him itchy all over. "Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw! Celandinepaw!" He calls out, long tail curling over his dark dusted paws. He joined the sea of applause, with an unmotivated echo spilling from his maw. The song of cheers faded as he drowned out the rest of the meeting.

Grave- Scorpionback flicked an ear in boredom as he just realized someone else is going to mentor him. Him? getting a mentor? The thought of getting trained by another cat made him feel sick to his core. An eye twitched, he turned his head to his new mentor named Periwinklebreeze. He studies the black smoke that scrambled to come up in front of him with a raised brow. Weird.. Tail twitching from its place from over his paws. These wildcats style of manners were odd to him but he knows he shouldn't judge but he is shamelessly. Ears rotating forward to listen to the other tom joke about watching kittens. He let's out a grunt in reply to the clanner.

CAUSE YOU'RE A NUTCASE ( ♰ ) YOU'RE A FILTHY PIECE OF TRASH

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• ( they come in creepin' ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ★ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SCORPIONBACK.
  — trans masc ; HE / HIM ; 19 MOONS & AGES EVERY 12TH.
  — warrior of windclan ; former rouge,barncat
  — single / pansexual & poly / not actively looking ; open to crushes
  — a tall, lanky shorthaired dull black feline with narrow dark amber eyes.
  — battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 9A3B3B" ; attacks only
  — may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  — smells like raspberries & midnight rain
  

  ic opinions: he can be outright mean and rude,, </3

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Firefang]

Things are different now; vastly so and yet there's still a twinge of familiarity as she heeds a leaders call for a meeting. He's not the leader she's used to, not the leader she wished for but he's there regardless and she has no choice but to get used it. This was the life she chose to live, Starclan damn her but she'd still abide by her choice to survive on her own terms. She comes towards Bluefrost taking a seat besides the younger she-cat, dipping her head in respectful greeting. She figures she felt much of the same staring up at their flame colored king and not the dark imposing tones of Soot.

Apprentices are made she's glad to hear Blizzardpaw and Spotpaw were finally able to leave the nursery and take up proper duties. Six moons was too much time spent laying around, she hopes it wouldn't impede their progress but she trusts their mentors to make them into fine windclanners with time. "Blizzardpaw! Spotpaw!" her cheer joins that of her clanmates in celebration of them. It's tradition and she's sure it'll bring them much needed confidence. Though they aren't the only apprentices made, her expression grows into a cringe as Celandinepaw and the newly made Scorpionback formally receive their names along with mentors (she does not envy Periwinklebreeze having to drag the more sour looking barn cat around).

Still she says their names though there's no thrill in her voice she forces it it sounds fake but only those in ear shot close to her would recognize it the other shouts drawn it out "Celandinepaw. Scorpionbaaaack yaaaay" she hated outsiders from a softer life joining them, they weren't meant for the moors. Only time would show the others that. She had no hope for them.

There's more assignments to be made, her ears perk up. She'd heard of Heatherpaw's passing, she'd forgot he'd be needing a new mentor but the last cat in the clan she'd expect to be chosen to take up the mantle was herself. What? the fur on her neck prickles as blue eyes bare into her studying her - judging her. She's not mousebrained enough to not recognize this as a test. She stares back at him not shrinking back, she'd take his test and ace it. She'd mentored before, Harrierstripe had been a fantastic warrior in life she doesn't hold the same hope or even standards for Heatherpaw but she'd make him into a great warrior in his own right. She dips her head in acceptance and once his eyes are off her she stands to find the young tom in the crowd.

He does not look elated - she can't blame him she hopes the other apprentices won't look down on him now and if they do it'd be their own undoing. No apprentice of hers would shrink away from any challenge or bullying, they'd be strong and defend themselves. She'd give him time before she pushed him too hard, adjustments would need to be made first. She'd need to see what he was taught first. "Im sorry about your mentor, they're with Starclan now" her gruff voice is more gently as she comes closer to him. Her words are more hushed just for the apprentice. "I look forward to training with you"

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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[Silverpaw.]

✧.* The tom blinked as his name was said, looking up at Sunstar with a blank expression. He had already been expecting a reassignment, but it was still irritating that it had to happen in the first place. His ears flattened slightly at the reactions of his Clan, though he refused to look around. Refused to listen. It was bad enough that Waspwhisker had abandoned his training– but it was humiliating to know that the warrior had left the Clan entirely to seek out a different life. Silverpaw's tail unfurled from around his paws, offering a single lash of acknowledgement before he turned to look for his new mentor. Dustyfoot. For now, he wouldn't get his hopes up, but Silverpaw could only pray to the stars that the Tunneler could... put up with him much better than Waspwhisker had. He wasn't going to change himself just to keep a mentor around long enough to actually make it to being a warrior. Blue eyes devoid of any insight to his thoughts, Silverpaw stood and moved to approach Dustyfoot. His pawsteps were light as he weaved through the crowd, notably moving in a way that avoided accidentally brushing against anyone. He would not speak first– the warrior could do that if he wished to do so.​

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  Silverpaw. / Tags
  ￫ WindClan Tunneler apprentice
  ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
  ￫ Eight moons; ages every month
  ￫ Mentored by Dustyfoot.
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
  ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu

 

[REDHEART]

Sunstar's far more familiar call roused the warrior from his chitter-chatter with his friends and with an eager nod he bounded forward. Spotting his kin amongst the crowd he eagerly shuffled in beside Rattleheart and rested on all four paws. Tufted face facing the golden leader with a curious gaze. He was happy to note most of today's annoucements seemed relatively happy. News of the completed tunnel put a pep in the young tom's day. Smiling softly he watched as the kits are called forth for their apprenticeship and new mentors. Fondly, he reflected on his own the thrill of knowing Venomstrike would be his mentor and the many amazing moons of being taught by an excellent Windclanner.

Chanting broke out all around and he added his own voice to the cries. "SPOTPAW! BLIZZARDPAW!" Once the last few voices simmered down Sunstar took charge once more. Bringing on the topic of the two most recent joiners. Redheart wasn't so sure how he felt about them yet but he would stick to the belief of every cat deserving a chance. At the very least they would be shadowing two excellent Windclan cats. Again he chanted along with his clanmates. "Celandinepaw! Scorpionback!" As his shouts died out the tom's attention is brought to Heatherpaw. Their earlier smile dissipating from the death of a mentor. Dismay paints clearly on the tabbies maw. He hadn't been aware of Waspwhisker's abandonment and a part of him prayed that the sorry cat never crossed his path.

Now that the announcement's had been pulled to a close, bright green eyes peered across a sea of ears. Interested to see if any of his clanmates had a final word to say.​

 

[spotpaw]

Today is the day... Spotkit is becoming an apprentice. Cherrytuft had sat him down and groomed him for the better part of the morning, a little concerned at the lack of his fuss. There had been one point he had looked up in to his mamas face and asked her how he was supposed to feel. Excited, she said, this is a very important thing in all young kittens lives!

Instead he just feels a little empty as he sits there, short, scruffy fur tamed down, weird lanky legs finally settling awkwardly beneath him as Sunstar begins the meeting. He's called forth besides Blizzardkit, and soon they're renamed to Blizzardpaw and Spotpaw. He blinks towards Blizzardpaw, offering them a slightly encouraging look. He guesses it could be fun when you're named besides another. Blizzardpaw gets Webthorn, and Spotpaw gets... Whitedawn. He turns his head, once, twice. That means he's a tunneler, right? Wait a minute, Whitedawn!?

Whitepaw, can you be my mentor when you're a warrior? Pretty please?

He squints his eyes, drawing in a breath of brief excitement. He hears his mother, cheering a little too loudly behind him. It's not a bad pairing. Not at all, its one he'd been set on. While most of the kits fought over Rattleheart, or other warriors, he had prayed to Starclan his would be Whitedawn. She'd been one to help practically raise Spotpaw, after all. His mother loved her, he knew that much. He shies under all of the calls of his name, searching for Whitedawn in the crowd. He just wants out of camp, at this point. Maybe he'll find worms in the tunnels...

𝖲𝖮 𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖥-𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖤 *:ꔫ:* 𝖨 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖮 𝖣𝖨𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖶𝖠𝖸

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  ❥ spotkit, spotpaw
  ❥ amab ,, he/him ,, 6 months
  ❥ tunneler apprentice of windclan ,, mentored by whitedawn
  ❥ small & oddly proportioned cinnamon tom with high white
  ❥ "speech, afd9f2" ,, thoughts
  ❥ unknown sexuality ,, single
  ❥ smells like windblown heather
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff