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She died on the cold stone floor of her den, her rapidly beating heart quick to spread the poision throughout her veins. Wolfsong had declared her as good as dead, and so she was.
The forest she roams was even colder than leaf-bares most bitter winds. It was more rancid than the stentch of the marshes, worse than the carrionplace or the most treacherous tunnel on the moors. It is somehow in this repulsive place that Sootstar finds herself in comfort, a welcomed solitude from the stars and their spying eyes. Here she could breathe and live as she pleased- even if just for a few fleeting moments.
Though she feels protected from the wrath of the stars this place was was still widely unknown and filled with mystery. She recalls the horrifying jumble of words that had been whispered into her ears the night she had died from wounds gifted by the Kittypet King. Fire, wind, and soot had been the words that had stuck with her the most, Sootstar wonders to this day what she could possibly make out of them.
As biting winds sweep through the forest the voices of many cat’s circle around her, as they whisper to her she swears she feels their breaths hot on the tufts of her ears.
’The wind will blow away what is left behind from fire, and it will blacken a forest once pure.’
The cryptic message sends a paralysing chill down her spine, her face screws into a confused and startled appearance. The voices had certainly been clearer now, more direct, and though the message not certain to Sootstar a dreadful pit knots in her stomach.
”You will not win this war with me, StarClan!” Sootstar yowls so that the winds may carry her defying promise to the planes of StarClan. Dizzy and weak, she crumbles to the ground to rest her chin on soggy soil. WindClan’s tyrant leader is dragged back into her mortal bones.
The forest she roams was even colder than leaf-bares most bitter winds. It was more rancid than the stentch of the marshes, worse than the carrionplace or the most treacherous tunnel on the moors. It is somehow in this repulsive place that Sootstar finds herself in comfort, a welcomed solitude from the stars and their spying eyes. Here she could breathe and live as she pleased- even if just for a few fleeting moments.
Though she feels protected from the wrath of the stars this place was was still widely unknown and filled with mystery. She recalls the horrifying jumble of words that had been whispered into her ears the night she had died from wounds gifted by the Kittypet King. Fire, wind, and soot had been the words that had stuck with her the most, Sootstar wonders to this day what she could possibly make out of them.
As biting winds sweep through the forest the voices of many cat’s circle around her, as they whisper to her she swears she feels their breaths hot on the tufts of her ears.
’The wind will blow away what is left behind from fire, and it will blacken a forest once pure.’
The cryptic message sends a paralysing chill down her spine, her face screws into a confused and startled appearance. The voices had certainly been clearer now, more direct, and though the message not certain to Sootstar a dreadful pit knots in her stomach.
”You will not win this war with me, StarClan!” Sootstar yowls so that the winds may carry her defying promise to the planes of StarClan. Dizzy and weak, she crumbles to the ground to rest her chin on soggy soil. WindClan’s tyrant leader is dragged back into her mortal bones.
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Soot․ Sootstar
» WindClan Leader
» She/her ․ Mate toWeaselclaw
» 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
