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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 ❀ 22 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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It should come as no surprise that, while not necessarily close friends or any such thing, Mouseflight certainly numbers in the few cats Periwinklebreeze trusts... even if his idea of trust is far more hesitant than most. he'd known mouseflight as a kit after all - and as an apprentice, they'd journeyed together to places far beyond even starclans reach. Witnessed death, stared snapping jaws in the face. And so it's not too strange to find black and white tom curled up beside the tortie tom, blue eyes blinking slowly as he soaks up the sunlight. Windclan is both familiar and not as he looks about - everything so different since sootstars reign has ended. In her absence, they have lived through bountiful growth and now a raging wildfire, and yet windclan still stands strong. Its startling

" ....Do you ever m-miss it? The m-mountains, " comes quiet question, voice soft and honest in his curiosity. There had been words, once - of possibly staying behind. of making their own clan, or something like it. In the mountains, where it was quiet - and had gravelsnap not been left behind, barely recovered from the very illness they sought the cure for, perhaps periwinklebreeze would've been tempted. But.... he can no longer recall what mouseflight had said - or if he'd said anything at all. Perhaps he hadn't... staying behind was unfathomable after all.

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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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@Mouseflight

 

[Mouseflight]

There were very few cats that Mouseflight would call friends, even less so that he'd willingly lie beside in the sunlight or share tongues with, and Periwinklebreeze were both of these things. A cat he'd grown to respect, one he'd always been familiar with since birth only to come closer when they journeyed together with the four other clans to gather the lungwort. The journey was something he thought of every now and then though not as often as he had when they had first gotten back, coming home to an unfamiliar WindClan and with ideals that differed from the ones that he had originally left with. He still saw WindClan as the best clan but there was less tension when it came to the tunneler and the moor-runners of the clan, less want to fight with cats on the borders simply for existing.

The question from the older warrior came as a surprise, one that caused him to jump slightly as it interrupted their silence before he would take a moment more of the quiet to think of his answer. "Sometimes." Came the simple answer as he began to think more, "I used to a lot when we first got back, wishing we all could have just stayed there when we came back to see things so different but I'm glad we came back in the end." Had they stayed in the mountains then he wouldn't be able to lie beside his friend as he was now, they'd have to worry about snow when it wasn't meant to snow, about rockslides and giant birds that they didn't deal with in the moors, not to mention the cliffs, and Mouseflight was anything but a climber.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 16 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "Mountains?" Frightkit would ask with shining moon-colored eyes as she unabashedly eavesdrops. Padding forth, she would press against Periwinklebreeze's side, gazing up at her uncle, before looking at Mouseflight, then back again, dying to know what they were talking about. It must've been a neat place with how wistfully Mouseflight talks about it. She tries to cast her gaze towards the distant rolling hills, but in her mind's eye can only picture more of the same Windclan land - though hopefully a lot less burnt. "You weren't born here?" she asks them both, surprised that the concept could even exist. She supposes she shouldn't be, since she's seen cats appear out of thin air if they so chose - usually from the barn. "What's it like?" she finally asks, the most important question. If it's such a great place, then surely they'd have a magical description of it!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchstorm remembers the journey fondly. It had been hard — beyond hard, really, a strain on her young body like nothing else she had ever experienced. She'd hardly been more than a kit when Sootstar had trusted her and her kin to pursue a cure. She had been lucky to only earn one scar. She still hears the braying of dogs and the rumbling of descending boulders when thunder cracks its whips; still sees Little Wolf in leaf-bare shadows; still sees Cherryblossom's auburn-knit pelt when the sun flashes over the moorland grass. Compared to the charred flatland it was now, Scorchstorm wouldn't blame her fellow journeymen for preferring the mountains to their territory now.

But when she joins her peers, they express a sentiment similar to the one she holds: for all of the sights they'd seen in the mountains, for all of the beauty and horror, for as much as she had considered Honeyjaw's offer... she would much rather her paws kiss grass than snow.

The flame-streaked molly seats herself at Mouseflight's side, golden gaze warm with nostalgia and kinship. The journey had been hard, but there had been good things about it, too. She nods to the pale-blotched tom's assessment, but a tiny voice draws her tongue away from that train of thought and into a new one.

"No, we were born in WindClan," Scorchstorm corrects, gentle, her tail flicking absently against Mouseflight's flank. But we had to go on a big journey to help the Clan. It was a time when almost everyone was sick, and we had to help Wolfsong and Cottonpaw by getting more herbs from the mountains." She settles her flame-branded gaze on Frightkit now, tufted ears twitching as she considers the young kitten. Had Frightkit not been born when the journey had kicked off? Sometimes Scorchstorm has trouble keeping the timeline straight; more than that, she has trouble realizing that some of the biggest events of her life happened before Frightkit had even been breathing. She's not old by any means, but it does remind her just how young this kitten is.

She decides to continue by elaborating on the mountains. Her chest warms as she thinks of Sunstar and Wolfsong's stories; towering yarns to a kitten as small as she had been, woven into reality when she'd traversed the range herself. "The mountains were tall and cold. It was like the earth got hungry and grew teeth, trying to keep the sky in its mouth, and they were covered in so much snow you could hardly walk — much more snow than we ever get in leafbare." Her eyes crackle like campfires as she gauges Frightkit's reaction. Maybe one of her other clanmates would divulge a story, too?

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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[dimmingsun]

Dimmingsun knows the story; he's either privileged enough or cursed to have been there when the decisions have been made regarding the Clans' next steps forward. It had been terrifying to watch Clanmates disappear over the horizon and into unknown lands, carrying the only remaining hope, the possibility of vanishing with it forever heavy in the air. He had imagined being amongst the chosen cats, attempted to put himself in their stead just to get an idea... but even that, warped as it might have been, was enough to fend him off. He wanted to stay — willing to wait with bated breath instead of trying to join an exciting adventure.

That certainty solidifies in him with each new mutterings of reminiscence he gets. He already knew of the snow, the freezing cold and the hazards of mountains- he imagines the lithe frame of Periwinklebreeze disappearing beneath humps of snow with amusement, and then reminds himself of cruel frostbite with dawning horror.

"Doesn't sound like a place I'd miss." One paw raises to rub at his nose, almost as if he feels the minuses on its surface. He will pick the sun warming him up from head to toe over the never-ending snowfalls, always.
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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 ❀ 22 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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Sometimes, Mouseflight says - and the boy can only nod his understanding. 'Sometimes' sums it up well, he muses as his niece ambles over - his eyes glittering in amusement at her misunderstanding. Scorchstorm corrects her gently, and he can't help the grin that spreads across his face - even despit the pain the memories bring. So many of his loved ones had gotten sick - Azaleafrost, Gravelsnap, Snailstride - stars, even Nightingalecry herself. They hadn't been able to save everyone... but Frightkit wouldn't have even been here if they hadn't gone, if they hadn't succeeded in their task. Its a sobering thought.

" It was.... mesmerizing, " comes quiet voice, awe heavy within his tone - glancing from Frightkit and Scorchstorm to Dimmingsun. " Silverpelt shone overhead, s-so close you c-could almost reach out and c-catch them in your paws.... and th-the snow.... it was like starclan b-blanketing the earth, " he'd loved it, truthfully - the sights, the sounds, the scents, the scenery. The danger had, of course, dulled his appreciation for the beauty admittedly, but it was far easier to look back upon the journey fondly with all four paws safely returned home.

Or well, as safe as could be, given his near-death.

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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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