he sang louder and louder inside the house // emergency patrol

[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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" BLUEFROST! " shout rings out loudly as black and white figure emerges from the nursery as dawn creeps closer, a desperate sort of look upon his face. Eyes seek out familiar figure within the scattered crowd working to deal with the mess that has been made of the camp over night. It's a relief when he finally finds it, finds her - they are not friends, but she is a cat he would trust. And Sunstar must too, because tonight he has made her a lead warrior. The queen can rest... well not easy, but easier, knowing that it is her he's giving this job to.

" Th-they've taken Vulturekit - They've taken my s-son! " he says, voice rising in his anger and anguish. Tail lashes angrily, but he keeps the rest of himself forcibly still, save for a narrowing of his eyes as teeth scrape painfully against one another. " Please, l-lead a patrol out after th-those rogues, s-see if you can find any sign of h-him, of where th-they have g-g-gone, " With any luck, maybe Vulturekit managed to get away from whoever had taken him.

" Take, " eyes search the crowd, pausing as he struggles to find someone (anyone) he trusts who isn't at deaths door, or dealing with things of their own. " T-take Sootspot and Fox-g-glare with you, " he says, voice lowering a bit once more as he makes his choices. They cannot spare many, but the three of them are cats he trusts to get things done, at the very least. And between the three of them, there is no place upon Windclans moors that Duskclan can hide.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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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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// Takes place directly after this thread
missing kitten patrol: @BLUEFROST @SOOTSPOT @FOXGLARE ; Marq can give details on any results the patrol may or may not have <3

 

[UKALEK]

Great heavens, the catastrophes would not end tonight. One of WindClan’s queens shrieks out a name, ordering for a patrol to find one of his lost kits. Ukalek continues to feel like a fish out of water as they move to heed the call. In all this chaos he does what he can to help awkwardly, but stepping into most places, towards most cats, got him a snarl and a glare. He is a stranger, mistrusted, he understands why… But this night couldn’t get worse.

He tucks his chin to his chest and begins to pray. He does not know if he prays to the old gods or the new, but with some faith he hopes to be heard. WindClan needed all the celestial help they could bestow.

🐇 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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[SOOTSPOT]

The rising and falling of Sootspot's flank had been quick since DuskClan's raid, his pupils so narrow they were almost swallowed by the yellow-green sea they were placed upon. Hours of mulling over Sunstar's return had made the tom realise that the spotted tabby only chose his council whilst he was not sound of mind, the only excuse he could think of, for promoting a sister who had let the enemy walk right past her whilst he remained stalwart at the tunnels. The Queen's wail brought the warrior out of the burrows, claws writhing in the soil below as he spotted a familiar face by their side. 'If you trust her to find him...' He almost smiled at the bitterness, how easy it was to wish it was his side Periwinkle had run to. 'Then the only place you'll find him is in the sky with the rest of your treacherous friends.' Sootspot pressed closer, pomp and circumstance replaced with a hagged creature, exhausted and frustrated. As if his mind was too easily read, he heard his name next, volunteered for the patrol alongside Foxglare. He blinked rapidly, in his current state, unable to hide the tilt of his head.

Which one would serve my mother better, I wonder, to restore what was hers? Or get revenge on what destroyed her?

Beleaguered words shared with a half-brother who'd have killed him for any less than hesitance, beleaguered words that Periwinklebreeze had now forced him to answer. To damn the boy was to damn himself, to help him was to turn his back on impartiality. 'I am at a precipice, faced with the gorge on one side and hounds on the other. Yet, even now, my destiny is being chosen for me.' What choice did he have but to save Vulturekit? "I shall find him," he promised, feeling ghostly daggers press further into his spine.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Periwinklebreeze yelled, bold and panicked- within his tone was trapped no room for argument. Needle-like eyes found the tom's face, settled sharp upon it- disbelief glimmered in the yellow depths. Vulturekit, gone. And- his name was not called among the patrol, but even still snowy paws carried him over, stomping and urgent. At Ukalek's side he stopped, eyes narrowing, darkening. "How?" A spitting word. How, how... if he had been here, if he had only been here, not at the Gathering, pointless and eclipsed by StarClan's disapproval.

He was outdone by Sootspot, apparently... Featherspine scoffed, but would not for once argue with an order from an already-panicked lead warrior's mouth. Most other times he would be willing to push, to make sure he was there this time... but for now, he chose to step back. A snow tipped tail flicked in ill-hidden irritation, though. "You'd b-b-better," she spat, stomach twisted and voice dropping venom. "I will stand guard." Whether they liked it or now.​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[BLUEFROST]

"Bluefrost!" A terrified shriek pierces WindClan's camp. Bluefrost twists from where she stands, giving orders that feel like brambles in her mouth, like so much gorse. Periwinklebreeze approaches on soot-dusted paws, his blue gaze round with concern, with fright. "Th-they've taken Vulturekit. They've taken my son!" Bluefrost winces, thinks of Thriftfeather's golden paws scooping a kit from Periwinklebreeze's nest. Would he have dared? Had it been Granitepelt himself, kit thief that he was? She can't remember, her head spins when she considers the possibility that Thriftfeather has done this.

The queen's voice quivers with rage. He asks her to lead a patrol and she nods at once. Her jaws part to speak when her brother shoulders his way into the conversation. "I shall find him." She stares at him, her whiskers twitching, and then murmurs, "We shall. Do not worry. We will not return to camp without him." Her mouth tightens with determination. She can feel panic swelling about camp, in Ukalek's bewildered blue gaze, in the spiked tips of Featherspine's pelt.

『 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]

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Sootspot? Why Sootspot? Pinkpaw would've gone. She should've gone, because she let Vulturekit get away. Only when Sootspot was around did she ever sorta wonder what things would be like if she said things the way that Featherpaw did... but Featherpaw is Featherpaw. And she's... herself. Featherpaw — Featherspine spoke, and Pinkpaw agrees quietly, her weight shifting from one paw to another. If Perwinklebreeze trusted Sootspot, maybe she should too...?

This would be... Bluefrost's first — no, second duty as Lead Warrior, and Pinkpaw knows she'll do good. She lets her gaze be hopeful, as she looks to her. " I trust you, Bluefrost, " she reminds her, and the corners of her lips quirk. " I'll stand gaurd too. "

How. How? Pinkpaw doesn't think she has a very good answer. She leans toward Featherspine, as if to tell a secret, but exhaustion has her going further, eventually brushing sides with a brown tabby coat. " Vulturekit was... He followed them " confusion obvious in her voice, she quietly mews.​

 

[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ Foxglare stood, scraped and sore and adrenaline still coursing through his blood, and breathing knowing that he lived through to see the other side of another battle. Whether it was the doing of strength, fate, or luck, he would find no gratitude within him to offer as he glanced upon the immediate fallout from the carnage Granitepelt's followers left in their wake. A dead queen; leaving behind orphaned kits. A slain adversary; leaving nothing but something to dispose of.

Periwinklebreeze's cry brings him back to full attention. Vulturekit, missing. It was a shame to say he almost expected something like this to happen. A tabby doesn't change its stripes—kit-stealers would always be just that. It seemed almost optimistic, the way they turned to collecting children to raise as if they all expected to live long enough to see them grow into soldiers of any real use.

Blood littered the camp floor, and Foxglare's pride would lead him to assume that the majority of it did not spill from Windclan's bodies. He knew, like any other cat that knew life without the lending-paw of a medicine cat, of the sickness that could pounce upon any small scratch or bite. Very few cats had the privilege of dying swiftly in the heat of battle. Maybe this was a blind-spot in the minds of clan cats.

His name is called upon, and he is quick to his paws with a determined nod, "Of course." While he has never in his life found a reason to think of either of his assigned patrol-mates fondly, Foxglare would have to trust that they were all of the same mind to... find the lost kid first, everything else second. With young Featherspine and Pinkpaw offering to stand guard while the clan regrouped, he found no use for lingering any longer and silently turned on his heels to make a beeline for the camp exit.

SOMEONE WILL SAY ⁀➷☾⁺₊ WHAT IS LOST CAN NEVER BE SAVED.

• OOC:
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  — meztli . sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 19mo moor-runner of windclan. formerly mentored sunlitpaw.
  — a scarred, hulking white and golden tabby tom with gray eyes
  — taciturn, vigilant, reserved, self-righteous, restrained, independent, humanitarian, unyielding
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by eezy

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Periwinklebreeze's yowl spurs Scorchstorm to her paws. She had been sitting, licking her small wounds, nursing her aching jaw, when more terror erupted. Vulturekit is gone. The kit's father lashes his tail, stumbles over his words in his anger; Scorchstorm can hardly believe her ears. A kit, stolen? Maybe it is karma, she thinks, and then scolds herself, a nauseous feeling in her stomach. Halfpaw and Laurelpaw have been returned for some time now. They have more than paid their debt to ShadowClan, haven't they? DuskClan's kitnapping is cruel, unnecessary even as justice. Periwinklebreeze hadn't stolen those kittens. He should not have his own stolen from him.

Periwinklebreeze, the gentle cat who had stacked rocks with her in kithood; whose soft demeanor had always been something of comfort for her; whose promotion to queendom felt right, felt celebratory. To punish him for it now... Scorchstorm's heart tremors with the force of her temper. He calls upon Bluefrost and Foxglare to find the missing kit — sensible choices, she thinks — but then Sootspot is called, too. Whatever sense she thought Periwinklebreeze maintained even in this hysteric state must have evaporated. Still, Scorchstorm says nothing. She instead stands at his side, pressing her flank into his, hoping it might comfort him.

"They'll find him," she echoes. "Foxglare and Bluefrost are both more than capable warriors." She omits Sootstar's eldest in her assessment, but brushes past it as if she hadn't. She fixes the search patrol in her fiery gaze, holds them there for a moment, before turning it back to her friend. "Let's repair the nursery in the meantime, hm? So Vulturekit will return to a warm den," she suggests. Hopefully it will not upset him further.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw . scorchstorm
  — she/they ; warrior of windclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — signature by dreamydoggo, template art by sixbane
  — penned by meghan

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