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VIOLETHEART

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There was always a steady amount of work to do as a WindClan moor runner, and Violetheart was one to take it all in stride, proud to serve his Clan as it needed him and help provide for those he called Clanmates. Others might consider him something of a workaholic, but he wouldn't label himself as such; truly, he enjoyed the hunting and patrolling that went into keeping WindClan thriving, and would spend his free time doing no other activity. He could remember when he had been just a kit, eager and convinced he was ready to join the world at a young age, and then when he was finally apprenticed, being able to fulfill that yearning for a sense of duty. His mentor had been a good one, able to temper Violetheart where he might have overstepped, and through her Violetheart was sure that he had come out the well-rounded tom that he was presently - but he was still young, and still had many faults.
Perhaps it was that self-awareness that he was still young that had held Violetheart back from joining in with his peers on the journey outward to find more of the remedy for the sickness that was snaking through the Clans, poisoning cats that were the heart of their society and taking them to StarClan far too soon. While he didn't doubt his experience or skillset, Violetheart had come to the conclusion that his presence was better on the homefront, helping to defend WindClan while many of the able others had been whisked away on the journey. There would be honor and experience to come from making such a trek for such a cause, but Violetheart knew that there was more than honor to life: there was being content with who he already was, and that was a protector of the Clan he'd called home for so long. If he had been in it just for appreciation, there was more than enough here to go around.
Taking stock of his surroundings and the various locations about camp - he eyed the freshkill pile first, making sure that there was plenty there to feed the Clan for the moment; he would happily go hunting if the pile was looking rather scarce of morsels - Violetheart fought off the urge to stretch and instead found a sociable corner of camp to sit in as he considered what he would do next.​
 
✦　　. 　 ˚　.   All that has become of them now would make any workaholic begin to flinch. They struggle to survive– even Sunstride, whose exploration of the territory had once been a manner of relaxation after a troublesome day, begins to regard his patrols with trepidation. Perhaps he fears the sickness that he had beaten once already, and the cost that would punish the rest of this clan. A herb so terribly scarce, given to him for a bout of illness that could be explained by anything else. (He knows it is wrong, he knows that it was yellowcough, yet there is a voice nonetheless: what if you are wrong? What if he had cost a clanmate's life for no good reason at all?) Such is the burden of a deputy, he has come to understand.

Violetheart is young and healthy still. Confident in his own abilities to maintain their health. If only it were the truth: WindClan's freshkill pile dwindles, and some bellies ache at the end of a day. It is not a matter of too few patrols, but of too few warriors. Too many mouths to feed, and not enough strength to catch prey. They will manage. They have done so thus far. With a tired yet genuine smile, the auburn deputy approaches where he has chosen to rest, dipping his head in greeting. "Violetheart." (Strange to have two clanmates with such a beginning to their name. He confuses them, at times, despite their differences.) "Has hunting gone well for you as of late? You seem to have brought success home with you."
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𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜
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  • ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  SUNSTRIDE. FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
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    ——  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 ——
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Pink-kit follows her dad around a ton, and since Sunstride is also a dad, that basically gives her a free pass to follow him around, too! Since she was supposed to be an apprentice soon or something, she ought to learn how to talk to the big cats! Especially Sunstride, he definitely a big cat. And important or something, too! Pink-kit follows on his heels. Everyones so sad lately for like (probably) no reason! Being sad is so boring!

She wanted to come here to understand adult conversations better, but she’s bored right away. So bored. Hunting this, hunting that! …Actually, she was kinda hungry. Pink-kit scrutinizes this “ Violetheart ” intensely. " I don’t see nuthin’! " she barks, furious that the warrior currently held no prey she could snatch up from him. Little does she no, her not - so - perfect grasp on speaking has helped her sound extra scary and cool.

OOC 🎀 IT'S 4:27 IN THE AFTERNOON, 20 MISSED TEXTS FROM YOU
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  • NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!
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  • ( I MISS YOU, IT'S MAGIC! ) PINK-KIT KIT OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHKIT, DOWNYKIT, & FINCHKIT.
    —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
    —— CURRENTLY 2 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

    A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pink-kit bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
    HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pink-kit is a very irrational and childish character!​
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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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“What a shame.” He hummed, faux sadness coating his tone, leaning down to stare at the kit, amusement ruffling well-groomed fur, turning to stare at the space at the WindClanner’s paws. Now if it was a predator, I cannot help but think the little lady would have gotten bit. He sighed in faux concern, sarcasm dripping with each word while tilting his head towards the freshkill pile. So gullible. He couldn’t help but think, dark lips curling into a charismatic grin. But so fun to see their reactions.

The moor runner stretched in a fluid movement, settling down to peer out across camp with a ruby optic, letting out an inaudible tsk. If the other wished to be a hermit, then perhaps do it somewhere else. He couldn’t help but think, blue smoked tail curling around his bulky frame, resting in the divot of his massive paws. “I’m rather curious, too. Find anything of interest?” He added, his muzzle dipping in an elegant arch, helm tilted just right, ears perked with unfathomable hunger, although not quite the hunger that gnaws at his stomach, but the curiosity that held strong for all these moons. ​
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Would it be such a bad thing to cuff Pinky? Would it? She understands to some level that the kit has no idea what is going on. The poor thing was born not too long ago, and kits are only concerned about a few things. One of them being food and the other thing being learning the world around them. She's heard of kits putting questionable things in their mouths after all. Pinkkit asking for food is not a horrendous thing, but it is annoying to hear when the clan has a lot on their plate. They lost cats to Yellowcough, which meant that the ones that were "healthy" had to take up more work. "Healthy" because she's pretty sure working themselves almost daily to the point they were ragged wasn't great. She's pretty sure she's lost track of the last time she felt her paws. They had become numb from the constant slog of chores packed with providing for the clan.

However, there is one cat whose presence alone irritates her. That one cat is none other than Fogbound, whom she bickers with. It seemed from the moment they had laid eyes on each other moons ago, the pair instantly hated each other. They would always end up spatting, but the saving grace was that they would be separated when it came to their duties. Fogbound's bulky frame spared her from working with him. Although, maybe Fogbound viewed it as her being too tiny and skinny that she would snap like a twig if she faced any predator above ground. In any case, the pairs bickering was commonplace. Although, there had to be a point where they would grow old from such bickering.

Like clockwork she snorts at Fogbound's words, rolling her eyes. Yeah, yeah. Don't be such a faker. "Typical Fogbound, wanting the easy way. Why don't you get up your big butt and run around the moors to find food for Pinky here if you're that sad about Violetheart bringing nuthin'." She doesn't give Fogbound a moment to interject, immediately turning her attention to Pinkkit to ask, "What do you want this big lug to catch for you?"​
 
Seeing Sunstride approach, Violetheart dipped his head in respectful greeting to the WindClan deputy and found himself looking over at the freshkill pile not long after again.
"Some success. Not as much as I'd have liked," his attention was grabbed by the small kit that had bounced forward just alongside the deputy. It was a bit irritating to have someone so young have such big criticisms towards him, but Violetheart reminded himself that it was because she was young that Pink-kit didn't see the picture at large the same that he or Sunstride might. "Maybe next time I'll be able to bring back a treat for you." It wasn't a promise, given the nature of prey and the handing out of it to those who needed it most, but maybe there was something about Pink-kit's response that had motivated Violetheart just that tiny bit more.
He frowned slightly and spared a glance towards Fogbound at his response, but said nothing of the tom's comment; simply answered the question dutifully. "Nothing more of interest than what one might find on a day-to-day." He meowed.​
 
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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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His mood damped at the sound of Rabbitclaw’s voice, muzzle crinkling in a grin as he turned, leveling the other with a stare, tutting. Always putting words in my mouth, aren’t you? He thought with a flick of his tail, ruby gaze narrowing. The other didn’t give him a chance to rebuke, instead turning to the worm complaining, but he was childish and couldn’t simply let the other get away with anything but petty revenge. “You must be mistaken, Rabbitclaw. I cannot help but think that sentence should be directed at you.” He mused, tone giving nothing away if he was teasing or not. He leaned forward, lips curling into a wicked grin, itching to get beneath the other’s skin. “Now. Now. How long have you been staring at my rump?” He couldn’t help but inquire, helm cocked innocently, but all that more devilish.

It was then that Fogbound turned, eyeing Violetheart in faux pity, shaking his helm. “A shame, really.” He hummed, turning to Pinkkit. “Now, be a dear and tell me what you want since someone volunteered me without asking.” He tutted, waving his paw in a ‘hurry up’ gesture. ​
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Rabbitclaw pays no mind to his words, raising a paw and beginning to groom herself. "Hmm? Being bold are you? An oaf such as yourself should know what I'm busy with. It was ordered by Sootstar after all." What she means is the tunnel expansion that Sootstar ordered. Of course it would help if they had more paws on deck, but it wasn't like Fogbound could squeeze himself into a tunnel and be expected to know how to navigate and where to dig. To be honest Fogbound would be nothing but a burden to their work. It was hard enough that the number of tunnelers was small already and with some of them sick or dead, it was not helping with progress. Not to mention they had to deal with an aggravated badger while expanding. To be honest it was exhausting to spread themselves so thin. It wasn't like she didn't bring anything to the freshkill pile ever.

"Now. Now. How long have you been staring at my rump?"

Her licking stops, a forced grin makes its way to her maw while she not so subtly glares at him. "Unfortunately longer than I can stand." She would not give him the satisfaction he desires. They've been at this for moons and it would remain that way. For them when their eyes had first locked onto one another, it appeared as though they were made to be enemies from the start. Although, some elders would say the way they were in their earlier moons was far worse than now. Small victories she supposes. Poor Violetheart has to deal with these two. She would not apologize to the other warrior though. There was no need to.

Although a certain tom was starting to get on her nerves. Don't kill him. Breathe, think about slitting his throat. The image is enough to ease her nerves enough to look at Violetheart. "It's a shame you and I can't work together. I bet we could bring in some prey if we put our paws together, but I'm sure you'll be more at ease with another moor runner."​
 

With the prey pile dwindling the way it was, things were not looking great for WindClan. More often than not, cats were going hungry and despite all their efforts the prey bile remained barren. Anything that was brought in was usually quickly scooped up by another desperate, hungry, mouth. She herself could feel the difference a few skipped meals had made. Her fur lacks its usual shine and she is starting to grow skinner.

The sound of two clanmates bickering is what draws her over and for a moment, she looks at Sunstride, a question in those deep yellow eyes. Everything good here? Violetheart, Fogbound, Rabbitclaw and Pink-kit. A strange group of cats but Bluepool has seen stranger. Pink-kit was a nuisance. One of Brightshine's spawn, she always seemed to be running around unbidden, getting underneath everyones paws. Kits were better to be seen and not heard she thinks. But it is not her place to tell the young girl to go back to the nursery. She was not her mother after all. Nor was she Rabbitclaw's or Fogbounds and yet...

"I think you two hunting is a great idea" she says, a mischievous smile playing upon her maw. "Perhaps Violetheart could teach you both a thing or two" it is unclear whether she is joking or not as she raises one paw up to inspect her claws in the most nonchalant way possible.

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OOC NOTES . ✦ . CHARACTER INFO
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  • ➵ she / her
    ➵ WindClan lead warrior & moor runner
    ➵ single

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    - - a small, silver tabby she cat with short fur a cropped tail and yellow eyes
    ↪ toyhouse [ ✦ ]

    - - Reckless. Impulsive. Spontaneous. These are all the words that may come to mind if asked to describe Bluepool. She is an incredibly loyal cat who loves her family, her friends, and her clan fiercely. She is well known for her outspoken behavior, often just speaking whatever is on her mind or diving into things without really stopping to consider the consequences of her actions first. Once she has set her mind on something it is difficult to get her to change it.
    ↪ ESTP-A 'the entrepreneur'

    ➵ skilled fighter ; decent hunter
    ➵ SOOT CLAW X PEBBLE BREEZE; sister to sootstar and mintshade
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