camp 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝗕𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝗕𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ╱ 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

[SUNSTAR]

The taste of his own blood still gags him. Beneath parted clouds, he can see the trail he has tracked — pawsteps of deep red from his puddle in the middle of camp. Still faintly black as the death he had expelled but with the sleek shimmer that WindClan must know all too well. Wolfsong will surely argue with him soon. He slips from beneath the worries to the base of the rock. Too tired to climb it, and without any desire to stand above them now. They are together in this suffering. Putting himself above them seemed a cowardly act. With the evidence of his loss still drying plainly from jaw to shoulders, Sunstar cannot imagine that he is anything of the sort. His heart begs him for a speech. Anything to soothe the looks of loss that gather around him now. No better than the early days of their fight against Sootstar.

Were they doomed to walk this path until their paws are worn through?

He cannot find any words that might soothe them now. "I know each of you shares my exhaustion. But we cannot allow a moment's rest. That these cats came upon us on the night of the Gathering speaks of their desperation and their shrewdness." The clouds had fallen across their eyes at the mere splatter of blood from his mate's nicked ear, and this — this is what became of their home in those same moments. More blood than Wolfsong's spilled across these moors; more than his own pride wounded. "There is no telling what will come of them next." Perhaps they will turn their greedy eyes towards another clan, knowing that WindClan once again has withstood them. Or perhaps Granitepelt lurked closer still, waiting for more lives that he may spill across their thirsty moorland.

"Rattleheart. Periwinklebreeze. Focus your repairs upon the nursery, and your nests. Settle your kits quickly as you can. Ensure that none are missing." The bodies that cool now just outside of it cannot steal his attention. One, at least, he may celebrate in. The other– a thunderous ache shares in blood's coppery taste when he swallows. The night that he had spoken bitterly of their losses now adds another to their freshly dug graves. A headache builds behind his eyes.

They close briefly, tightly, as he sighs out, "Dimmingsun," then, "no." Determination forces them open, and his gaze peels apart the darkened crowd before him until they alight upon two of his warriors. "Slateheart. Bluefrost. The both of you have proven yourself to be trustworthy warriors, willing to do what you must for the sake of this clan without losing yourself to this necessity. In times such as these, I know that your voices will guide light through our moors. The two of you are to work alongside Dimmingsun and secure our camp and our territory."

His energy having returned in a brief flash of hatred, Sunstar stands tall. His voice rakes through the delicate underbelly of the night. "This will not happen again. From tonight forward, until their DuskClan lies as little more than a pile of ash before our paws, we are to have a full patrol of warriors stationed as guards each night. Find a burrow where the kits may hide should they come for us again, and tunnelers to guard them there. They will not lie down in their defeat, yet neither will we fall lax in our triumph." To call it that with his throat sore, a gentle queen's body cooling too close for comfort, feels cruel. But he claims the word and sinks his heart into it. They survived, as they always would.

But he is sore, and the loss of a life is a heavy weight. From the first moment of his reawakening, stumbling alongside Wolfsong's shoulder through the flames, he has known that. Today death compounds upon his shoulders. Granitepelt and Rumblerain threaten to spill from his wounds as if they had become a part of him. "We will rest come morning," he tells the clan, his voice dropped to a rasp.

"Scorchstreak. Come with me to Wolfsong's den. I will need to speak to you here." Fighting off sleep and the chaos hovering above his clan, the sun-stained tom limps towards the tunnel.

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

• ooc: this was gonna be in the july meeting but yay emergency meetings :D CONGRATS TO SLATEHEART / IXO AND BLUEFROST / MARQ! the arc for these two has been absolutely delicious and i'm happy to welcome such involved peeps to sun's council. <3 yall are awesome
• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

• "speech"

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[SCORCHSTREAK]

༄༄ Sunstar rises to address the clan, but forgoes his place upon the Tallrock. The deputy looks to him with a furrowed brow and a scrutinizing gaze. He looks… worse for wear. Dried blood still stains him, and he speaks plainly, with exhaustion dripping from each word. At least there had not been another limb lost, another all-too-obvious physical reminder of the golden tom’s mortality. His heart may be with the stars, but he still walks upon the earth with the rest of them. That, at least, Scorchstreak is grateful for. The leader outlines what everyone should do, giving direction for reinforcing the weakest areas of camp—those mongrels will not catch WindClan by surprise again. Especially as he calls forth two warriors to join his council.

At Bluefrost’s promotion, the deputy’s ear twitches—the only tell of her annoyance. She’d been beginning to trust Bluefrost again, after the young tunneler had not gone with Snakehiss. But all of her rebuilt trust was shattered when she’d taken a patrol to steal brazenly from ShadowClan. Aboveground, in broad daylight. To imagine her in charge of such patrols… it is a questionable choice, and one that earns her leader a dart of her eyes.

Slateheart, however, the calico is proud of. The tom had come to WindClan small and afraid, had been beaten down by his own father and had nearly withered into a crumpled shell of himself. But he’s grown—blossomed, even—into a fierce warrior, capable of greatness even if he doesn’t believe it himself. A touch of bitterness crosses her mind, however. He’d been on the patrol with Bluepool when she’d died—but, but… he had opposed its purpose, had tried to prevent her mate from doing such a harebrained thing in the first place. She trusts him to have the good of WindClan in mind, at least, with all that he does.

Her own name is called following a brief description of the new measures that the clan will take to ward off any more of this so-called DuskClan’s attacks. Good, she thinks. When fighting an unpredictable enemy, constant vigilance and preparation are key. The leader invites her to join himself in the medicine cat’s den, citing a need to speak with her—Scorchstreak dips her head and follows in his limping pawsteps, casting a glance around for either of the clan’s medicine cats.

☽♰☾ IT WAS WAR, IT WASN’T FAIR

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  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to pinkpaw
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[UKALEK]

Ukalek doesn’t have a clue in the names of the gods what he’s gotten himself into.
No one has had time at all to explain the intricies of clan living. He feels as if a rope had been tied around his neck, it yanks him forward to discover their ways and clan secrets for himself at an uncomfortable pace. Witnessing Sunstar die- for he had to of with those wounds and come back to life sent a chill down his spine. Was he gazing upon a ghost? Had Ukalek’s journey brought such confusion and madness upon him during his solitude that he makes what he witnesses up?

They speak of StarClan. Those are their gods, their ancestors he understands as much. They speak of DuskClan and from what he picks up, they do not follow the same code as the rest of the clans do. We’re they apart of the original five clans? He does not even know this, his mind races to keep up with the provingly fast-pace way of WindClan.

Name she barely knows are called off to take the lead in certain duties. As cats begin to disperse, Ukalek feels overwhelmingly lost. The stranger looks around, his vision foggy in the dim light of the night.

🐇 INFO BATTLE

• » Ukalek
  » Loner
  » He/him . AFAB
  » An oriental-featured chocolate point with unusual blue eyes
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• » A poor fighter who uses his wits to trick his opponents.
  » Excels in smarts and using it to get his opponents where he wants them.
  » Fights defensively and at the order of his leader..
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[downyfur]

Even in after-death, Sunstar still finds a speech within him and tears it out from the lining of his gut. Downypaw is forced to admire it. She sags in their seat, nearest to whoever she found first in the wreckage, be it Pinkpaw or Celandinepaw or Heavy Snow or Sootspot. WindClan's leader gives the DuskClanners the virtues of desperation and cunning, but all Downypaw can tiredly think of is how it all should've been obvious.

They've made too many enemies to become as complacent as they had. The other clans, no matter how hateful, would never stoop to an attack under the full moon; but cats with no honor to accompany their knowledge would. Of course, it's all too easy to think it in hindsight. It's not like they had done anything themself to prevent this, but neither could nor should they have shouldered that responsibility.

Slateheart and Bluefrost's wartime promotions almost go unnoticed in how they're announced. It's only when Sunstar mentions their guidance does Downypaw realize it's not just a patrol they're going on, but a mantle they're stepping up to. The former is an understandable choice, but Bluefrost... the joke intrudes on the stillness of their mind: I guess WindClan's never not had a cat named Blue- on its council. The apprentice shakes their head, clearing the thought from large ears. No one seems to be in the mood to cheer, so below the whistle of the night breeze they murmur, "Slateheart... Bluefrost..."

Sunstar announces his orders, and Downypaw plucks the "triumph" from the string and chews on the bitter word. A triumph in technicality; they'd stood their ground, and that's all they did. Deep blues follow their leader's descent into his mate's den, watching as it swallows his battered body and Scorchstreak's in quick succession, then she stands. Only to linger awkwardly beneath the Tallrock, unsure of where to start first, hoping someone would bid her themself to do something.

windclan apprentice | "speech." | tags​

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

PLAY US LIKE PAWNS AND RELENTLESSLY CONFINE
INTO LIVING UP TO GENDER ROLES AND HAVING ABSENT MINDS ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 23 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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" Slateheart, Bluefrost, " it is far from the typical cry of joy that would be thundered out under different circumstances, but there is relief and trust in pale gaze as the lead warrior looks at the two and dips his head. He can find no fault in Sunstars choices - Slateheart is a cat he likes and gets along well with, kind as he is, and while he and Bluefrost have certainly had their fare share of disagreements and will probably never be friends she is a warrior he trusts - with his life, and with others. They're good, strong choices - and a much needed one, with another moon and a half of queen duty for him, and Rattleheart confined to the nursery for still longer. The more paws to carry this burden, the better.

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Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?​

Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?​

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[VIPERPAW]

*+:｡.｡ It's as though Viperpaw blinks and it's all over.

The boy can't tell you what emotion currently zips through him, leading him to dance on his too-heavy paws as he watches with wide eyes as Sunstar takes to the tall rock like he hadn't been a cold corpse, not a heartbeat earlier. He shuffles in his seat, the grass beneath his claws soon torn apart as his eyes flicker from his now-alive leader to the cats exhaustedly looking up at him. Perhaps Viperpaw should mimic their hanging heads and empty eyes. He must look quite out of place among the dreary faces with his eyes so wide and awake they're fit to bursting! But he holds still - as still as possible, anyway, as his leader babbles on.

Viperpaw's attention begins and dies after the first few sentences Sunstar has to say. But we cannot allow a moment's rest. sends another zap of energy over his spine, his paws clawing thoroughly at the urge with the sudden need to take off running, "There is no telling what will come of them next." Cowardice could not be the name of the electricity that zips through the boy, not when he feels anything but. If Sunstar commanded it, he'd chase off running right after those villainous Duskclanners! Granted, there's not much a lanky tunneler like himself could do even if he did catch up, but still!
Stars practically spin in Viperpaw's eyes, his thoughts turning to those of a dreamer's. Imagine the praise he'd get, the recognition, for his efforts! The best time to shine is under extreme duress, and Viperpaw is determined to take on this pressure as mightily as a...um..a turtle with a heavy shell? Damn, there goes a cool metaphor - whatever!

Despite the tension and grief that weighs down the atmosphere, Viperpaw is all toothy smiles. He should probably do better with reading the room, but he can't help it! Just as Bluefrost and Slateheart earned their new positions as lead warriors, Viperpaw too is determined to find a way to get his own name shouted out during he next gathering, or the gathering after that - whatever it takes!

He'll be Windclan's hero in it's moment of need - this is his chance!

"SLATEHEART! BLUEFROST! WOOHOO!" the boy caterwauls, energetic at the worst time, perhaps!

The meeting ends, finally, and Viperpaw is left with antsy paws and a need for action!
"ALRIGHT, WHAT'VE YOU GOT FOR ME? WHAT DO I DO? JUST SAY IT I'M ON IT!" the boy purrs, tone two levels too loud as he bounds over to the nearest warrior.

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  GENERAL:
  ☁ Viperpaw
  ☁ DFAB— He/Him
  ☁ 7 moons
  ☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
  ☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
  ☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☁Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☁Attack in bold white
  ☁ None currently

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[FEATHERSPINE]

The sight of Sunstar's blood seeping into the earth was still stained as fresh in his memory as a sun spot, But Featherspine had no choice but to shake it off. Blood rushed viciously beneath chocolate fur, her heart furiously thumping- but every ounce of Featherspine's energy was put into hiding it. If she choked it enough, it would quell and quiet.

He couldn't deny his worry for his father- the way he threw himself into his announcement, the words splitting from him like the tearing of a wound. Bitterness coated her throat, still... that she had not been here to protect, that she had been gallavanting at the Gathering, thoughtlessly forgetting about the shadowed Clan that waited in the shadows. He bore a wound across his back because of them- how could he have risked them taking his home? How could she have forgotten?

But, the night of the Gathering- of course they wouldn't care for sacred promises. StarClan was not a glimmer in their inflated heads, poisones with treachery.

Horned ears flicked at the realisation that Slateheart and Bluefrost were not simply undertaking duties- they were to flank Dimmingsun in rank, too. Bitter eyes flicked between them- a tom who had let Bluepool die, and a cat who had stood steadfastly at Sootstar's side. featherspine would not soon forget those crimes, minor and distant respectively. But more than her venom bubbled and spat, she trusted Sunstar more than she could disapprove of any cat- so spiny fur lay as flat as it could manage, and she halfheartedly cheered approval.

Steadfast and sharp-clawed, he would be ready too to help in whatever way. To guard, to spit on the corpses of those Duskclanners, to clasp claws into their filthy flesh... anything she could do, it would be done for WindClan. For Sunstar... even if it was at Bluefrost and Slateheart's orders. ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[BLUEFROST]

They gather, broken and bruised, to stand beneath the full moon's glare. Sunstar is revived now, revived as Bluefrost had witnessed her own mother surge back to life, though the stench of carrion is absent from his pelt, the rattling breaths about a forest dark with shadows. She admires the WindClan leader's strength, for though he is visibly injured, exhausted, he addresses his Clan with power. She dips her head to him as he begins to outline a plan for WindClan. We must fortify against DuskClan, she thinks, her tail curling wearily about her paws. She does not want to think of blood spattering gilded tabby fur, does not want to think of Periwinklebreeze's claws red and wet and shining. Think of your Clan. Think of what you must do to help them rebuild.

She's startled out of her thoughts by Sunstar's shifting tone. He finds first Slateheart's gaze, and then her own, and the words he speaks next stuns her. "Both of you have proven yourself to be trustworthy warriors, willing to do what you must for the sake of this Clan. She flexes her claws, her silvered gray pelt prickling. He names her lead warrior, a member of his expanding council, and the air seems to leave her lungs.

This is a position my father held since WindClan's formation. This is a position Sunstar himself had at my mother's side. Her eyelids slip over brilliant green, cloaking Sunstar in darkness for a moment. Her mother was watching, no doubt, from wherever dark corner of the sky she occupied, hissing, spitting, fuming, and she has half a mind to turn him down, say she is not worthy. Certainly, she feels Scorchstreak's orange gaze sweep over her, scouring, scornful; she hears Downypaw's uncertain murmurs, feels Featherspine's pointed glare.

She does not refuse. She should, I should, but she does not. She dips her head formally to her leader and mews, "At once, Sunstar." She feels stifled under the weight already, knows all eyes will be upon her, but she accepts her fate readily enough.

She lifts her newly burdened gaze, searching for Dimmingsun.

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

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

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[PINKSHINE]

NOTE: mobile post!

Sunstar's call is not how it is most of the time, how a leader should sound... without the dripping venom of Sootstar's voice. It makes her feel like she should listen, but it never scares her.

It's more than the call, she finds today. Because without the boom, and without his perch atop Highrock, Pinkpaw turns to listen to him anyways, her cheeks stained with blood. She hunches beside Downypaw with wide eyes and a face that refuses to smile. How good of a warrior could she really be, if she couldn't even manage that...?

Her voice comes in a quiet mumble. " Would they really come back...? " she whines. For what? To kill them all? What had they even done? Been... nice? Not kill Sunstar? She looks to her leader, and more and more, she's glad that non of them had listened to Sootstar that day.

He calls upon his Lead Warriors, and then... he names two more. She and Bluepool seem to realize at the same time. Pinkpaw straightens. She blinks as he cheers. " B-Bluepool! I mean, Bluefrost... " she stammers. " Bluefrost, and Slateheart... " He forgave her. That's... good. She has things to smile about.

Viperpaw is a little too loud. ...Or maybe he's the right amount of loud? Pinkpaw isn't sure anymore.

She looks to her friends, to Bluefrost, to Downypaw, to Featherpaw... To those that were her friends, even if they might not know it. She hopes they're all okay.​