private All doors are open to the believer || Scorchstreak

[Marigoldstem]

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It was a learning curve to try and understand the inner workings of WindClan politics, Marigold truthfully was not a political cat. She enjoyed keeping her head down and being given tasks, rather following the crowd than trying to take up any kind of leadership mantle. She understood it enough, knowing ranks and differences. It helped that she had seen them around Horseplace and that she could rely on Celandinepaw informing her when she wasn’t sure about something. All this being said, she understood the difference between the leader and the deputy of this clan. Sunstar and Scorchstreak, one he had met within the boundaries of WindClan’s border and one he had met only upon approach to the safety of camp.

While she knew that he was supposed to channel all reverence and devotion that she carried for the clan to Sunstar she instead found herself gravitating to Scorchstreak. In the way that kits are to rely on their dams due to that constant presence or how creatures seem to have that… affinity? Towards one particularly individual she found herself gravitating towards the deputy. She had been the one to give the final say on that border about herself and her littermates fates within WindClan. The leader had cemented that decision but at that point in time she was the one who radiated that authority.

Since then he had decided to hold her opinion in the highest regard, unknowingly finding herself drifting towards the deputy when needing guidance. That had happened today, his paws itched in a way that felt familiar back at Horseplace. Feeling too complacent in the moment and needing to seek out extra work, WindClan seemed like it always needed some kind of help so she thought that could be possible right now. When trying to figure out who to ask he thought about the deputy, acting on that decision immediately cream paws drifted to go seek her out. “Uh- ‘scuse me ma’am- Scorchstreak” the formalities tumbled out before he had thought about it.

She wasn’t sure why he was so nervous talking about her, maybe it was because he wanted to make a decent impression. Prove that it wasn’t a poor decision to take herself and her siblings in, what if he really messed this up and she regretted her choice? Well, he had begun talking so she may as well press on. “I was wondering if there was any more work for me to do?” That sounded reasonable, at least to her. “Anything is fine, I don’t mind getting my paws dirty.”

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[SCORCHSTREAK]

༄༄ The three scrappy young barn cats who had recently made their way into WindClan’s clutches are not model clan cats by any means, but they are valuable. They are not kits, unable to feed themselves, and they are not untrained kittypets who act only as a drag on the clan’s prey stores. They are not outsiders, either—not fully. The four siblings had aided WindClan in taking back their home, and their name, from Sootstar and her followers. They are not unknown to Scorchstreak, although she had initially suspected them of being DuskClan’s spies. Celandinepaw’s siblings seem to be settling in well, and so the deputy does not question their presence within the camp. When she sees Marigold, she offers her a dip of a dappled head just as she would any other clanmate. The deputy expects her to continue on her way, but instead, the newcomer stops to call out her name.

The formality that he speaks with lights a flame of respect, and the deputy recalls the moment she had met all of Celandinepaw’s siblings at the border. We won’t let you or Sunstar down, Marigold had claimed, certainty clear in his words. And he has yet to let them down, so the deputy is content to allow him within her sphere. He asks to be given something to do, taking initiative with his work. A wisp of a smile tugs at her jaw, satisfied by the younger cat’s words. As a tunneler, she is always getting her paws dirty; such is the nature of her job. Perhaps Marigold is shaping up to be a hardworking WindClanner, even better to have around than some of the cats who are already warriors. Of all the new cats to join the clan in recent months, Celandinepaw and her siblings have certainly been the least troublesome.

"There is always work to be done," she responds, her tone flat in spite of how pleased she is by the other’s request. "When Granitepelt attacked us, his warriors did significant damage to the wall that protects our camp." As she speaks, she subtly scans the other’s face for signs of—of what? Treason, in the form of a wince, a change in expression… she averts her gaze when she realizes what she is doing. "Warriors have patched it up well, but part of it is dying in this heat. You can help me to reinforce it. Let’s go." Her tail flickers, beckoning the younger cat to follow behind her.

☽♰☾ 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 none ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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