A THOUSAND AND ONE | rumour


For each new tunnel built, Sootspot fancied himself a new pair of eyes. It was easy to recall the land above and even easier to recall the land belief, and never had that been more important than when the chimera had news to share with his home. Drifting through the camp entrance, the charteuse eyes of the tom initially settled upon the leader's den before letting out a scoff and shaking his head. He turned to his clanmates instead, sharing tongues as the sun craned too high and burned too brightly for much productive activity. At least they would listen to him.

The chimera moved towards a larger group, smile curling upwards as he mewed an overly polite greeting. He waited for a few minutes for a lull in conversation before he pressed a charcoal paw forwards, the tapping noise against the ground enough to get the attention of his peers. "I was on patrol, by the highstones." Alone, as he was on most patrols. It was unintentional that he ran into so many strange things when that occurred, all he could estimate was that it was far easier to concentrate on discrepancies when he did not have the wailing of clanmates in his ears.

"Orangestar was on her way there if my nose did not deceive me." For what reason, he could not say, but he hoped his lack of speculation would lead to others taking the lead on it. What if she never got her nine lives? What if she was looking to relinquish them? Curiosity was fleeting in the face of frustration, as he realised it meant that she expected an answer from the Moonstone - one she was infuriatingly likely to get. StarClan, the farce of the afterlife, had a love of kittypets the likes of which he could not stomach. His claws flexed into the camp's soft earth, his tone lighter than feathers. "It is an interesting thing... to have detected a SkyClanner on our territory."

 
It is official — her patrolling days are done. Scorchstreak had neglected to assign her to the tunnels after she'd become sick underground, and she watches somewhat forlornly as her brother re-enters camp with the sun shining on his silvery fur. He smells freshly of the moors, the heather in his coat delicate and breeze-blown. He does not address her directly; indeed, she would be surprised if he even noticed her amongst the group of their Clanmates who sit in the clearing. "Orangestar was on her way there," he says, speaking of his return from Highstones.

Bluefrost's pelt prickles. "We never should have given Highstones away," she murmurs, but it's an old wound, one she chooses to lick over without reopening. Her mother's conquest had gone overly poorly with the other Clans, and Sunstar is not likely to rescind his welcome to the leaders and medicine cats of the forest now. "Was she alone?" Her tail twitches with curiosity. Would that she could patrol that strip of land herself...

She curls her tail against her bulging belly, studying Sootspot without expression. He is so eager to have news worth sharing. Distaste drips down the back of her throat like acid.

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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.


 

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] Perhaps this was not his place to be, an moor-running apprentice, with crushed dreams to be a tunneler over hearing Sootspot's patrol, expressing that Orangestar had crossed through Windclan, going to highstones, and his ear twitched as he listened into the two warriors as they spoke before tilting his head slightly. "Does that also mean she went through Thunderclan?" he asked pointedly before glacing towards the lead warrior, who seemed to murmur something but he flicked his ear before hearing her own question thrown through the mix before humming.

"Wouldn't she also have to go through our territory to get to the highstones? Same with Thunderclan?" he placed in curiously. Wouldn't that also mean by what Sootspots stated was, medicine cats were also crossing into their territory, not only that, every leader that has to get their nine lives cross through Windclan borders. And from what Sparkspirit had told him, the high stones were sacred lands because of the connection with Starclan, so why was Sootspot even mentioning it in the first place? Did he just not like the Skyclan leader?

"I mean... medicine cats also cross our borders, even when leaders get their nine lives, so why does it matter that Orangestar passed through?" he wondered, normally not the one for chitchat in the first place yet what Sootspot had said and Bluefrost's question made him curious to know their thoughts on this manner in the first place. Besides, its not like they can truly complain about it when recently they tried to steal from both Riverclan and Shadowclan's territory meaning they crossed those borders as well just for prey, and Sootspot never mentioned anything about prey-scent, just that she was there.

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  • Lakepaw AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons.
    LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
    NPC X NPC
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    see battle info here
    penned by Ryn@/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 
Rowanpaw typically does not give much of a damn about what Sootspot has to say. They only knew him for his sharp wit and tongue, as well as being Sootstar's son. He had also slandered their father on the fated day of his exile all those moons ago. It shouldn't bother them, truly, as they hate their sire as much as any other cat does. However, deep down, they had not felt appreciative of their clanmates adding insult to injury. It had been bad enough witnessing their only parent make a mockery of himself.

It seems today that the ashen-hued tunneler had news of note to report, though — Orangestar, embarking on a trek to Highstones. Not that it was truly any of WindClan's business, but it was something to speculate about nonetheless. "Something must be happening in SkyClan. Leaders don't usually visit the Moonstone other than to receive their lives, right?" They wonder aloud. Medicine cats were the ones who dreamed with StarClan, not leaders. If Orangestar truly was alone, was it a possibility that their medicine cat had fallen ill ( or perhaps died )?

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    a tunneler apprentice of windclan, rowanpaw is eight moons and is mentored by swiftshade they are the child of snakehiss and berrysnap. split directly down the middle, their right half is solid black and their left half is tortoiseshell patterned. they also have amber and blue heterochromia.
 

Featherspine did not like Sootspot, nor did she like gossip ... but if one were to ask her, this little murmuring had nothing to do with either. Horned ears angled upward to the sound, swivelling to atteltion- a yellow glare narrowed to parse the surroundings, interest buried there. Light-stepping paws carried a marble-striped paw forth, slitted pupils dancing between rumour-exchanging lips. An arrow-tiped tail, bushy and sleek, whipped once.

Lakepaw earned a look, questioning why this was of interest at all. "B-buh... because we don't know why," Featherspine murmured, a bristle running along her back. "It's an anomaly." Medicine cats met up there once a moon- it was about as suspicious as a cat going to Fourtrees on the full moon. As Rowanpaw had said, it spoke of something brewing in SkyClan for Orangestar to want to confront StarClan herself. And he did not like gossip, he would stick by that, but... it was impossible not to find it a little bit interesting.

"Whatever the reason, Orangestar b-buh ... b-better not have dragged it in b-buh... behind her."
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