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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR ♀​

With hackles bristling, Adderpaw declares he is going to the badgerset den to satisfy the clan’s concerns. It would’ve perhaps been appreciated, if not for his tone. Sootstar hisses after him as Mintshade snaps that he’s asking like an unweaned kit, Sootstar has to agree. She shoots a look to her mate, her eyes saying all that needed to be said, she was irate, humiliated. As Adderpaw disappears past the gorse, Sootstar can’t help but feel relieved he’s out of her sight. Looking at him with that thing on his ear… it made her gut twist. At least now, she could avoid looking at his pitiful form. To Vulturemask she looks, ”Follow him. Whatever healing needs to be done will be done at the badgerset den.“ The safety of the clan rises above just one cat, her inner voice tells herself. Mintshade takes Azaleapaw to patrol for Twolegs, she flashes the black furred she-cat an appreciative look. Cottonpaw suggests she and Bluepaw could check on him and bring him food, she snorts, ”Adderpaw’s ear was ‘nicked’, he’s not been crippled, he can hunt for himself like the rest of us have to do. This stay at the badgerset den is not a vacation.” Harshly she dismisses her youngest daughter’s offer. Ultimately it was nice of her… Sootstar wouldn’t bite her ear off if that’s what Bluepaw and Cottonpaw chose to do- so long as it didn’t get in the way of their training.

 

[SUNSTAR]

He does not speak again while the situation unravels. Though he cannot hide his displeasure with the way that Adderpaw speaks to them, his attitude brings a small bit of a smile to the warrior's face. That he should stand so steadfast, even if it is done in the way of a self-made martyr, is a spot of pride. It does not matter that he would regard them as villains in this aspect. Sootstar cares for his image, and Weaselclaw for contamination. If any voice among this clamor is one that he would agree with, it is Mintshade's. A wound now is far better than the one that will come later. Once it is fully healed and set– the tabby wears a target upon a vulnerable place, and he will not know its extent until battle comes for him, and someone more experienced rips it without Vulturemask's care.

Straightening up with a soft sigh, Sunstride turns to watch Adderpaw's retreat. His eyes are sharp and his jaw tightly set. "I will keep his training far from camp. Perhaps I can help him to understand the harm that this thing might do– whether or not they are tracking it." He dips his head to those that remain, and then retreats from the healer's den slow upon Adderpaw's trail.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[HOUNDTHISTLE]

"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​

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cw// justification of abuse, he's kind of just overall crap for this but man's a bit off his rocker. also, gonna have this response retro to his injuries
Houndthistle's ears twitched as he listened to everyone snap and cause chaos, his eyes on Adderpaw's ear as he wheezes between his parents. It's not until the whelp runs off, spouting ridiculous self-sacrificial rhetoric does Houndthistle snort. No. "If this how he acts 'bout his ear, hate to see 'im get 'is first scar," He says, glancing where the tan tabby ran off to. He could, perhaps, admire the care Sootstar and Weaselclaw presented, knowing that if he was in such situation... perhaps he wouldn't have done much different than his own father did when he had nicked his ear as a kit. But unlike him or his own father, they actually showed... concern for their son's comfort? Though, of course, this proved why sometimes laying a claw on kits isn't always such a bad thing, maybe.

He clears his throat, glancing at Sootstar, as he dips his head. "I'll let Badgermoon know t'let patrols know 'bout any potential Twoleg sightings. Hate for us t'be caught off guard," He offers, waiting patiently for agreement or dismissal now.

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"speech"

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OOC CURRENT STATS INTERACTION RULES

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• Physical Health
  
  57%
  ⤷ left eye is blinded, deep bite wound and claw marks in chest, stomach, face, and shoulders.
  Mental Health
  
  98%
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  Single | Bicurious | Not actively looking | Interested in none currently
  
  Houndthistle is both an easy one to gain the trust of and impossible to gain the trust of. He'll rarely reveal personal information or be vulnerable-if he's even capable of such things-but he will show trust in his willingness to lay his life down. To gain it, he needs evidence that you're loyal and strong, same as him, otherwise he understands he may one day have to come head to head with you.
  
  — will start fights / will not flee / will not show mercy
  — excels at Fighting, Tracking, Following Orders, Intimidation
  — poor at climbing, swimming, stealth, talking, strategy, politics
  — sounds like: deep, gravelled and thick with a sort of country accent / Arthur Morgan
  — smells of iron, leather, and wood
  — speech is #435E75

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[VULTUREMASK]

Looked like they where not in agreement with him. How unusual. At this point Vulturemask was no longer shocked. It was just something he had grown used to by now seeing no point to really voice his opinion. If this was what they wanted to banish Adderpaw out to the abandoned badger nest for the time being, then so be it. Vulturemask wasn't going to speak out against their paranoia. He had faith in starclan and that they never would let filthy two legs harm him. But clearly he was the only one who thought so. The medicine cat would just watch as Adderpaw left, untreated to leave the camp like an outcast. In a way he pitited them but once again he couldn't bring himself to feel much about it. Echolights disapperance had really left his emotions rather numb lately. He was simply tired.

Vulturemask would give a nod of his head to Sootstars command and after collecting up what he needed he simply left to follow after the other outcast to do his job like he always ended up doing despite everything.

// out!


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[WEASELCLAW]

Adderpaw’s attitude causes Weaselclaw to curl his lip. The boy has an explosive temper, that much has always been known, but his stubbornness about the ear is something he doesn’t understand, nor does he want to understand. He’d have endured a little pain to ensure a Twoleg mark isn’t left on his body. He can’t understand why his son doesn’t feel the same way. He watches Adderpaw stalk away with an unmoving expression.

He can feel Sootstar’s muscles relax just a bit with him out of sight. He presses his flank to hers again, knowing what she’s thinking. “He hasn’t been sent to the badger’s den,” he growls. He knows no one has said that, but the implication hangs in the air. “Adderpaw has made his own foolish choice to do so. If you choose to assist him, ensure you are not neglecting your own duties.” His harsh tone, directed at his daughters, only grows more aggravated.

“I have things to do besides fuss over an apprentice who won’t see reason.” He excuses himself, voice taut with anger and frustration, leaving his mate, daughters, and other Clanmates behind.

// out
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[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

 

[Badgermoon]

The issue of the ear was clearly an emotional one, which was understandable - pain and parental concern, plus the indignity of a Twoleg's mark - and Badgermoon kept his mouth shut as he watched it turn into a squabble, occasionally glancing over at Cloudedsky, who had come to stand beside him. Eventually Adderpaw left to isolate himself in the badger sett, and the deputy let out a small sigh. StarClan grant that none of my kits ever bear a Twoleg's mark...but also that no one who supposedly loves them would reject them for such a mark. "I'm right here, Houndthistle." the black-and-white tom mrowed to the large warrior with some sharpness before beginning to depart: there was nothing more to do or see here, after all.​