wc rebels bones in the closet // hunting

[milkthorn.]

milkthorn grimaced. his sister was dead- her bloody corpse had been seen as he fled the scene with the rest of the rebels. and it wouldn't leave his mind. his parents stayed with Sootstar, and that was fine- but why did his sister have to die? even if she didn't like him, he cared for her.

and his heart throbbed at the idea that she was dead. he couldn't protect her. and that ate at him. and all he knew, was to distract himself. so he would, and especially knowing the barn has food, he of course wanted to take advantage of it since they now knew.

his maw was slightly ajar, sniffing at the air until he followed it to a pile of that itchy hay. of course it had to be there. but, he could feel the grumble in his belly. he'd brought a few to the pile from outside... and now to catch his own.

his paws moved quietly across the wooden floor, before the white pelt shot foreward, diving through into the pile. he'd quickly energe, chasing it from the pile until he'd end up swiping at it with a clawed paw, and bit into soft flesh as a finishing blow.

this life was easy, but it was not his. he wanted his home back just as so many others. with his new prey, the scruffy furred warrior would lay down and take a bite, savoring the food.



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[PINKSHINE]

" Can I have some? " Pinkpaw was hungry, and... and she couldn't really remember where the new fresh - kill pile was right now... and she hasn't even caught her first prey yet! So, um, naturally... the best solution to her dilemma is to walk up to the nearest cat and request some of their meal with her roundest eyes and brightest, cutest, most polite smile.

" Pleaaaase? " Please usually worked. Um, unless the cat was Sootstar... Sootstar saying no way she thought had totally ruined her theory of how you get things, but Pinkpaw understands now... Sootstar said no way because she was evil the whole time and Pinkpaw just didn't know it... As long as they were good cats, please should work! And if it didn't work, she would totally beat cat - she - can't - remember - the - name - of - right - now up!

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 5 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with suburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central 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. Pinkpaw 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! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[milkthorn.]

A tortoiseshell approached, and with blue eyes he would watch her with a soft smile in greeting. The apprentice asked for food, he wasn't that hungry. He wouldn't dare keep food from children, nor anyone really. even then the please definitely tore at his heart a bit, and would have pulled him over anyways.

"absolutely. have as much as you care to have," he responded simply, nudging the mouse towards pinkpaw with a paw. "how are you doing, pinkpaw? you alright?"

he worried about the younger apprentices and kits during this time. everything that had happened, and by the sounds of what happened while he was gone... he couldn't help but hope they were okay. everything anyone had known was different now though.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw wasn't hungry, but he'd not been much of anything lately, other than tired. And sad, sort of- but he kept that upset part of himself largely under wraps. Though it was unwise to distrust anyone around him, WindClan had already fractured in two once... if it happened again, Featherpaw did not want anyone to know his vulnerabilities.

Chatter nearby always, always caught his attention. Whether she was listening for them or not, voices tended to worm their way into her ear. And lilting whininess was distinctive as Pinkpaw, as shrill as a wren's call. Featherpaw rolled her eyes, trudging on over to see what poor sap the calico tunneller was bothering- Milkthorn, who greeted her more kindly than many others bothered to. Featherpaw looked down her nose at the young warrior, thoughtfully.

"She's always alright," Featherpaw grumbled- but she still let her gaze slip over to Pinkpaw, giving her a once-over. She seemed alright. ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

During the battle that had finally split Windclan in two, Rattleheart had been forced to accept the reality of just how much he could lose. Sure, most of his family had ended up following after Sunstride, and for that he was infinitely grateful - yet his mind still lingered on those left behind. He had lost both his apprentice and nibling in one fell swoop, with Peonypaw and Rumblerain's faces constantly popping up in the back of his mind. Though, even if both were stuck in the brainwashed clutches of Sootstar's sway, at least he knew that they were both alive. Both were still kicking, which was more than could be said for Milkthorn's sister - though, was that better really, or just worse?

Was it better to know your loved ones were dead, or have to seriously contemplate the possibility of facing them in battle?

The thought was enough to make the tunneler's stomach turn, his paws guiding him along in an almost desperate search to find a distraction. It didn't take long for him to reach Milkthorn and the pair of apprentices, a soft chuckle leaving his muzzle at Pinkpaw's enthusiasm. He was amazed that she had managed to keep it, considering the cruelty she had been forced to endure from Sootstar. Sure, she could certainly be a little much at times, but she was still only a child. Deserving of care and support, not scorn. "Good catch, Milkthorn. I guess at least we can be grateful to Starclan that this place isn't hurting for prey, huh?" It was odd - and sort of nice - to have such a selection in the midst of leafbare, though it still wasn't enough to combat his yearning to return to their real home.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[SPARROWBREEZE]

The solemnity of their new home bears reminders of their fallen, though she mourns different than her clanmates.

She has no moor-dwelling kin to worry about — no littermate to hope hadn't died in battle, no parents to pray hadn't stayed behind to bow down to Sootstar's harsh regime. Sparrowbreeze mourns the barn she now sleeps under, mourns a life she was born into, a family gone, torn apart all too long ago now. She mourns the home in between, end-capped by the horseplace; mourns hills she may never chase rabbits across again.

The squeak of a mouse is cut short nearby, and brown tabby lifts her snow-dusted face to see Milkthorn pull the prey out from the hay's threshold.

" Good catch, " she notes with a nod, watching the tom settle to take a bite of his meal. Unlike Pinkpaw, she's not hungry, not seeking out a share of the kill. She'll catch her own later, when she can stomach it better. Ears twitch at Rattleheart's words, at mention of their surplus of mice. At least they have that, at least they aren't going hungry on top of all this.

" It'll keep us strong. " Sparrowbreeze murmurs, tabby tail sweeping around shifting paws. At least they had that: strength.​

✦ ABOUT

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  SPARROW ‣ SPARROWKIT ‣ SPARROWPAW ‣ SPARROWBREEZE
  ── Rebel Moor Runner of WindClan
  
  ── Birdie x Fisher
  ── AFAB; She/Her
  ── A scarred, brown tabby she-cat with low white and amber eyes.
  ── Mentored by Clawtail
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[PINKSHINE]

See? It always worked! ...On good cats, at least. " Yaay! Thank you! " she cheers. Little did he know, his days would've been numbered if he'd even considered saying no. Pinkpaw promptly plops down on the barn floor so she can take a cheerful mouthful of mouse... It's even then that she notices, this is like, the fattest mouse she's ever seen! Fatter than any mouse she's seen in WindClan, and juicy too! Pinkpaw lets out an appreciative hum. Of course she was alright, cause she was having the yummiest mouse ever, right now. And she knows it's rude to talk with her mouth full, but's it's even ruder to ignore questions, right?

Featherpaw always comes at the best times, though! He answers for her, and Pinkpaw nods agreeing. " Mm-mm! " How lame would everything be if she wasn't alright? Something something, good catch. Warrior's say that a lot... but it was a good catch, to be fair. " Fattes' moush I'fe ever seen! " she remarks, mouth full. She doesn't think she has to say sorry as long as Brightshine isn't here, at least!

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

• 

• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 5 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with suburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central 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. Pinkpaw 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! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[milkthorn.]

milkthorn never contemplated even having to face his sister in battle, or his family at that. to have to do such a thing would brutally break his heart. as if seeing his sister didn't. there was a lot he wanted to talk to his sister about. his mentor. but, there was nothing to talk about to his parents. there was no positivity to talk about with his parents. the 'are you proud of me?' questions that used to inhibit his mind would long since be gone.

there was that small resentment still. the questions of 'was it worth it?', 'did she disappoint you too?', did wander his mind and he would find himself shoving those in the back of his mind. he would never speak to them. they gave him the silent treatment. but he wouldn't linger on wasting his breath or time. he had accepted at this point that his parents were nothing to him anymore.

"There is nothing wrong with always being alright," he would say softly, attempting to bump his head against the calico beside him. "This world is harsh, but to stay strong when everything seems to go downhill only makes you stronger." ...right? did it make you stronger? it had to. but the world was harsh, and it would try at every turn to break you down.

they congratulated on his catch, and he nodded in his appreciation. "there's some more I caught if you guys are hungry," the rosetted male offered. he had no intention of keeping all of his catches, he was barely hungry as his thoughts continued to run. he definitely did miss the taste of rabbits though, of the chase- and not having to dive into itchy hay piles for food. "we need all the strength we can get." to fight back to reclaim the lands they all missed.



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