camp BACK ON WITH THE SHOW [➤] Return Home

[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar had been fast to collect her clan when Sunstride gave word the rogues had been driven out. Her goodbyes, if any had been given to the other clans, had been made hastily. She could not wait for normalacy, to be back home in her den surrounded by the familiar sights and smells of the moors. Judging by the smiles and chatter of her clan-mates, they felt the same.

Sootstar pushes through the gorse tunnel, her nose wrinkling at the pungent odor of rogue. Paws planted firmly in the sandy hollow she can immediately identify ample damage, nests were torn and discarded, the fresh-kill pile dirtied with rotted prey, good StarClan she can only imagine what the state of the tunnels were like… No matter, it could all be fixed.

”Wolfsong begin to tend to wounds with Cottonpaw. Queens, I’d like for you to start working on remaking nests for the clan but cover yourselves and your kits first. Sunstride we need hunting and border patrols, that fresh-kill pile won’t fill itself and we’ve not marked our territory in over half a moon!” She gives orders left and right and expects her clan to get promptly on top of their duties.

However for her… ”I’m expecting company, I’ll explain later but for now I need you to watch over the clan for me.” This she says to Sunstride. She doesn’t give him much time to respond before turning tail and exiting the camp once more. Where the WindClan leader was off to so soon was uncertain, but she looks to have set out on a clear mission.

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Bluepool]

Bluepool is tired beyond belief. So many battles, most of them fought in the name of other clans and all of them back to back. The wounds that rake her pelt ache and she knows that she should see Wolfsong and Cottonpaw soon but there is still so much work to be done. The camp needs prepared, patrols need to go out. There is a whole clan that needs to be fed. Her sister is on top of it, though, and Sootstar works quickly to order Sunstride to oversee the necessary measures. She is unsure if the smoke molly is still mad at her or not, or perhaps she had seen the wisdom in her council. Bluepool hopes it is the latter. Her sister was dear to her, but if they had stayed and fought all of them would have certainly died. No, it had been pride crushing but better to run to the other clans for aide. She is just thankful that they no longer have to hunt in carrion place.

Her attention shifts from her thoughts to Sunstride and she approaches the deputy with a respectful dip of her head. "Just tell me where you want me, boss, I can handle whatever" despite how her wounds screaming in protest she was desperate to do anything that could be of importance, to keep her paws busy and her mind occupied. She does take note of Sootstar as she takes her leave and silently she wonders who it could be that her sister is expecting. She supposed they would all find out soon though.

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[VIOLETHEART]

At long last, they are home. Violetheart can only thank the sacrifices that were made from start to end of this rogue issue, and now that WindClan had proved themselves time and time again, they are home; the open moors, the easily accessible stars, Violetheart had missed all of it during the Clan's stay with ThunderClan and then ShadowClan. Listening intently as Sootstar gives her orders, he couldn't help but frown at how the leader was quick to leave herself; but that was not his place to judge. He would just have to trust that Sootstar had everyone's best interest in mind.​

 

[HARBINGERMOON]

☾ Harbingermoon's battered body told of his many fights during the battles that had unfolded during their triumphant return to their rightful territory. Rivulets of blood marred his ebony and white fur, transforming the once pristine patches into a muddied maroon, a grim testament to the ferocity of the engagements. His plush coat, usually a deceptive cloak of size, had betrayed the true strength that resided beneath–his claws and fangs, formidable attributes that could rend tendons and tear through soft flesh, incapacitating most adversaries. The recent trials had pushed him to the limits of endurance, forcing him to back down momentarily in the ending battle to regain his composure.

With every weary step, he moved forward, casting his piercing orange gaze toward Sunstride and their clanmates. Despite the exhaustion, the lingering aches, and the pain that pulsed through his body, there was a profound sense of satisfaction. They had prevailed, and their rightful territory was once again under their paws. The haunting memories of the accursed marshes still consumed him, but they were in the past now, mere shadows of a distant nightmare. ShadowClan was nothing but a fading memory as they moved forward, leaving the horrors behind.

In response to Sootstar's resolute orders, Harbingermoon nodded in unison with Bluepool, fleeting determination shining in his orange gaze. He offered his remaining strength without hesitation, a grumble escaping his worn form. "Send me where you need me." The unrelenting toll of the past few moons had dimmed the usual fiery luster in his eyes and the physical exhaustion clung to him, but the Tunneler's resolve remained unwavering. ☽​

 

[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   A terrible rot remains upon their camp. Bodies strewn about, carcasses half-eaten and unburied. Rogues did not know how to live like a clan cat– it is strange that he thinks so, as he had been one himself not too long ago. Perhaps things were simply different beneath Gin, but...no, they were not. It comes down to where he had come from before that. A place of honor, where they cared for their kin, and cared for their home as if it were kin. It was not WindClan, yet it set the foundation for what this place would build itself upon now that he called it home. It had become comforting. Comfortable. As much a part of him as the mountains before. Now it was filled with battle-sweat and corpses.

Sootstar reminds him of his duties, but it was not necessary. It was good to see her back upon her throne nonetheless, and he gives her a sharp, deferential nod before he approaches where she had been. Not directly upon her seat, but below it. Before the clan, below its queen. A fitting place. If he questions where she had gone, it does not show on his face. "WindClan! We are victorious, yet there is much work to be done. Even if I do not assign you to a patrol, I ask that you seek out a task. Should you require instruction, I will give it. You only need to ask. Let us truly reclaim our home."

A moment's pause and a nod to signal the end of his bolstering words, he scans the crowd for the faces that remain standing and stable. It takes effort not to wince at some of their wounds. "Bluepool, you will take Azaleafrost and Harrierstripe along the the path to Highstones, and then towards ShadowClan. Ensure that our border is marked thoroughly– if any rogues remain, I trust that you will handle them." The other clans would not try something so soon, he is certain, and the rogues are scattered and helpless in their disorganization, but he still trusts the lead to this the most.

"Snakehiss will lead Foxglare and Gooseberry towards the horseplace. Be wary of the twolegs– even before we left, they became a more difficult obstacle." Another patrol that he entrusts to the dark tom. It is a difficult taste in his mouth. Though he is young, at least he is careful and trustworthy. He had proven himself capable enough in battle, and if need be, Sunstride knows he will prioritize the patrol's safety.

Their names were running out. Between those who had not yet returned from the journey, and those who now rested in Wolfsong's den, he sees far too few faces. There was much more to be done. He gives himself the worst of it. "I will go along the gorge, towards the bridge of RiverClan's border, and then to ThunderClan. Addervenom, Violetheart– I would like you to follow. It is a longer trek. Eat what you can before we depart." A steady crew whose tongues and hearts he could both trust. He only hopes that their paws would withstand the work.

Their stomachs would still need to be filled. "Fogbound, Harbingermoon– you will take Bluepaw and Thriftpaw if they are well enough. You will hunt together. Work as a team, tunnelers and moor runners both. We will have more success together than apart." His gaze turns towards the other tunnelers, and misses Scorchstreak terribly as he does. They were capable cats, this he knows. It is not enough in a time such as this. "Sootspot, Rabbitclaw. Take what other tunnelers you can find and ensure that our entrances remain undamaged and clear of threats. Heatherpaw– is your mentor well? Would you assist them? Whitepaw, you as well."

The rest of them– Sunstride deflates quickly, one great paw lifting to swipe over his suddenly aching eyes. "Those of you who were not named, there is much to do. I will depart shortly. Ask, if you need to busy your paws."

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. if any patrol leaders want a prompt for their thread, let me know! and as mentioned, for those cats not listed for a patrol, feel free to have them ask for a task! this is similar to ff's old weekly tasks, but much more realistic and survival-oriented. they won't be fun or funny threads, but they'll help get our camp back in order!
  
  SHADOWCLAN: @Bluepool will take @Azaleafrost and @HARRIERSTRIPE
  HORSEPLACE: @SNAKEHISS leading @FOXGLARE and @Gooseberry
  RIVERCLAN & THUNDERCLAN: I will make threads, tagging @Addervenom and @VIOLETHEART
  JOINT HUNTING PATROL: @HARBINGERMOON will make, going with @FOGBOUND @BLUEPAW @Thriftpaw
  TUNNEL CHECKING: @SOOTSPOT, leading @RABBITCLAW @heatherpaw !! and @whitepaw
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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[FOGBOUND]

your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Glad to be rid of ShadowClan’s marshes, Fogbound stood amongst his clanmates surveying their came, filled with the rotten smell of rogues. His flank rose and fell with a deep sigh, lowering his helm to count heads, only then did he let weary muscles uncoil.

Barely paying attention to Sootstar’s voice, Fogbound padded forward. Home. His nose wrinkled at the thought. A pity the rogues let it fall into shambles. He glanced at the torn nests with an annoyed sigh.

A mangled ear twitched, glancing wearily in Sunstride’s direction, only realizing he couldn’t quite see. Fogbound grumbled, pivoting until the deputy was within eyesight. “As you wish.” He rumbled, dipping his helm in the deputy’s direction, glancing over in Harbingermoon with a twitch of his tail, groomed and maintained with the uttermost detail.

Fogbound ignored the itch beneath his smokey fur. He had almost died. Pity. He was certain a few would celebrate, but then where would the world be if not without his mischievous charm? A dreadful place, no doubt. ​

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thought speech​