CRUMBLING CASTLES [✨] sharing tongues w/ loyalists

[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar has become more prevalent in the clan again. Rather than sulking in her den and grieving Weaselclaw she often could be seen sitting around camp and by a miracle, actually conversing with much of the clan. However, over the last few days some may have began to note she gravitates to a select group of cats, and those who have history of challenging her authority were not present in the circle.

Today she’s gathered with them and sharing prey, was that even… a smile on her face? A laugh or two? It was hard to believe… ”That reminds me of our first battle against SkyClan. I don’t think we could’ve picked a worse night, I had never seen it snow so much.” She purrs as she takes a juicy bite out of the rabbit sprawled out at her paws. She pushes it over to another cat nearby. ”I wish I could’ve been there, I would’ve loved to see the look of SkyClan’s faces when a second patrol snuck into their camp.” It was a shame such a legendary battle had been led by two traitors, at least they had done hefty bidding for WindClan before they turned themselves loose.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• >> Please refrain from having your non-loyalists be the cats she’s sharing tongues, sharing prey and talking with. They may be onlooking and attempt to join the conversation, however :)
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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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[HARBINGERMOON]

☾ Cozy and for a change relaxed the Tunneler laid beside the leader. A heavy purr reverberating pleasantly in the tomcat's chest. He enjoyed Sootstar's recent extroverted tendencies and kindly he blinked at the she-cat as he listened. "Oh?" A small chuckle escaped him as he absently took a bite of the Rabbit.

He himself hadn't participated in those battles. Yet, Harbingermoom recalled the aftermath well. Leaning back up he added on with mirth. "I can only imagine the surprise on their faces. It's a shame I missed out as well." Languidly, he pushed the prey back over to the Moor Queen. Orange eyes enraptured and wired as his deepest curiosities trickled forth. He ached to ask more about the other's lives but felt it insensitive with recent events.

Rather he inquired half-heartedly. "Hm, this may be a foolish question - but. Was the kittypet lover already leader at the time?" Harbingermoon pondered aloud memory failing him as he thought about it. Times of the colonies and clans marred together but he knew the other had taken on the mantle shortly after the other's death. In truth he just wanted to stir the drama and hear the other cackle on. ☽​

 

[SNAKEHISS]

It feels strange, admittedly, being in close proximity to Sootstar in such a casual setting. Snakehiss usually speaks to the leader only when official matters are involved, never to share tongues and exchange old memories. He finds it impossible to look upon the blue smoke molly without being reminded of her lack of faith in StarClan, but Snakehiss knows that he needs to appease her in order to fulfill his life's purpose. Hopefully StarClan would not be angry with him for associating with the blatant nonbeliever.

So the lanky black tom sits in the leader's circle as relaxed as ever, not a hint of doubt or uncertainty daring to surface upon his sharp features. At least Snakehiss can still agree on the fact that WindClan was superior to the rest of the clans, especially those kittypet lovers. He had been only a few moons old when WindClan faced off against SkyClan in the blizzard. Badgermoon used to tell him stories about it, about how he had given the enemy deputy Orangeblossom some scars to remember him by. It does Snakehiss no good to think of his traitorous former mentor now, he knows.

"If I were there, I would have smacked a kittypet right across their face. Maybe torn their collar right off, too." The moor runner proclaims, tilting his head upward arrogantly. In all reality, Snakehiss had never been the strongest in combat and likely would have gotten his ass handed to him as a kitten.

His viridian stare flicks toward Harbingermoon now — as expected of the former loner, he has questions about WindClan's recent history. Hmph. Even if he had been a member of the clan for a few seasons now, Snakehiss' innate dislike of outsiders still made him hesitant to fully trust the white-flecked tom.

Nevertheless, the midnight-colored tom takes it upon himself to elaborate, "Blazestar is SkyClan's first and only leader." In other words, he has been around for as long as Sootstar has. Other clan founders, such as Emberstar and Pitchstar, have since died. Would the Moor Queen outlast them all? "I wonder how many lives he has left, anyhow. " Snakehiss ponders aloud. Not many, surely. He had lost a life at the aforementioned leafbare battle, in fact.

✰ INFO

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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; warrior ( moor runner ) of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[SOOTSTAR]

It was easy to forget Harbringermoon had not always been apart of the clan, he fit into the ranks of WindClan wonderfully. Snakehiss answers his question and informs the large tom that Blazestar is SkyClan’s first and only leader.

She smiles lightly at their eagerness, the envy they share with her to have been there. ”We will have our own battles soon enough. I want WindClan to focus on us alone during leaf-bare, but when New-leaf comes… I’ve been thinking…” She takes another bite of rabbit, quickly chewing and swallowing it before continuing to speak. ”I want more territory for WindClan. A strip of ThunderClan land doesn’t sound too bad, just a little bit of it.” And if that wasn’t enough… maybe they tread into RiverClan’s wetlands? Sure, they’d not be able to hunt the best in either territory but hunting space was hunting space.

Snakehiss ponders how many lives Blazestar has, she licks her lips. ”If we’re lucky, not many. We can for sure bet that he’s lost a few, I claimed one of them.” And in turn, he had claimed one of hers. That night had been the first night she’d been introduced to the cold, starless forest. A place that she once feared but now has learned to enjoy, it was the only place she could go to get out of StarClan’s spying eye.

☾ 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
  
• 
  » 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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[RUMBLERAIN]

𝐵𝐸𝑇𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 ✧ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍

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  — rumblepaw | tags
  — they/them ; moor-runner apprentice of windclan. mentored by brindlecloud.
  — lanky black-and-white point with blue eyes. butterfly accessory.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — art by mercibun
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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Even though their half-grown winter pelt bristles with a little nervousness around Rumblepaw's shoulders, they relax somewhat as they're not chased off by the WindClanners present. Sootstar's good mood seems to reflect upon all of them, and so the moor-runner in training allows themself to settle fully upon the ground. They're quiet for a time, listening in on the conversation around them as it floats between the weather, a memory of battle, and the lives of Blazestar.

Rumblepaw hums to themself. It can't be many, right? From what they understand, three of StarClan's chosen leaders had already been killed, two of which before Rumblepaw was even born: the hypocritical Emberstar who had broken her own proposed warrior Code, and Briarstar, who had died before her Clan had started to come into its own. They wonder briefly if she knew, wherever she was, that WindClan had chosen to take care of two ShadowClan kits ... even if they maybe weren't as orphaned as they'd been led to believe. But Lark-kit and Ouzelkit would be happier here! Turning their attention away from that thought, though their white-tipped tail flicks with a brief discomfort, Rumblepaw blinks warmly towards their leader and finds the courage to speak.

"What's leaf-bare like, Sootstar?" They query, hopeful.
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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw had missed these moments. In the midst of pestilence no cat could be caught dead sharing tongues with anyone who wasn't definitively clean of the plague. Many were too busy hunting, fending off rogues (and failing,) rearing children, and more, to enjoy softened moments like this. She remembers huddling up with her friends and chattering on about nonsense - and far before that, curling up with her mother, and grooming the plush leader's fur.

She rests, contented, in beside Snakehiss. She's almost falling asleep, far too comforted by the warm buzz of conversation, regardless of the context that flutters within it. Like the tom next to her, she was much too young to join the fray of the aforementioned SkyClan battle. In fact, she hadn't even been born yet! Cottonpaw's earliest memories are that of Juniperfrost's corpse and even then, they are vague and wavering. Nonetheless, the conversation shifts, and her ears perk.

ThunderClan land...? Well, she's sure that's one way for them to pay for their hospitality. Cottonpaw doesn't speak against it (in truth, she doesn't see too much wrong with the idea,) but her attention does become fixed to Rumblepaw as they speak. "I only began to walk at the tail end of it," she admits, but adds with a smile, "but it can be real pretty, once you get past the bone chill," and empty bellies. This'll be her first season of that, at least.​

 

[✧ Honeybadger.]

♢​♢ THIS IS HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE ♢♢​

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honeybadger & 11 moons & trans. male & he/him & windclan moor runner ​

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"The leafbare snow is beautiful, but the sickness that comes with it can be deadly," he's only just old enough to remember the greencough that had spread through their ranks - the entire reason for the battle sootstar speaks so fondly of. He'd been to young back then to know any better, to understand why they'd needed to go fight skyclan - just a kit fresh out of the nursery, content to stay huddled back and pray.

"We prayed to starclan for our warriors to come home safely and with the herbs - seems they didn't listen very well. Though it was nice to teach skyclan a lesson," it may be an unpopular opinion right now, but really honeybadger has never cared much for the stars. A kitten born too late to see the specters with his own eyes, he only knows of them from kit-tales he thinks exaggerated and dull. The dead are dead, out of touch with the living - how are they to know what's best for the clan? Just look at how many 'starclan blessed' medicine cts had turned traitor or died these past moons. Their only use was to grant lives to the leaders and warn them of sickness - something they clearly couldn't do right, if the swift deaths of shadowclans leaders and yellowcough epidemic were any indication. They'd lost to many lives this season, before the chill had even set in - weaselclaw among them.

"More land means more prey for the kits," he agrees easily enough at sootstars statement, not even batting a grey eye at such a claim. They were taking highstones for themselves anyways - why not take more? There were always plenty of mouths to feed - mind can't help but wander to his little sister, though he knows she's grown much healthier now the memories still haunt him. Windclan will not let their kits starve - even if it means taking from the mouths of the other clans. It's not like he cares about them anyways.

— like iron from the fire gettin' stronger ☀︎

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  — a strange looking feline with nearly every shade of red upon his coat, and a badger-like mask of white upon his face. honeybadger is usually quite friendly and outgoing, an upbeat sort of personality; but when faced with those outside of windclan his demeanor is brutal and scathing.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#fed053]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[hollowcreek]

( ✧ ) Hollowcreek rose to stretch dormant muscles as he got used to the warmth the gathered cats began to share. Prey passed back and forth, fur groomed from one another's bristled tongues, laughs echoed from one maw to another. The moment brought the burly tom to the days of the Colony, the only thing missing was the silver tabby pelt of Bluepool among them.

"WindClan will not know hunger this leaf-bare, we've made sure of it." He passed a sly smile toward the cats that had been on his patrol with Sootstar, when she had taken hold of the land beyond the Thunderpath to Highstones. "While we flourish like a greenleaf garden, the Clans will be struggling to recover after the snow thaws. Perfect moment to take what they can't defend."

A loud purr rumbled in the brown tabbys throat as he leaned against the white speckled tom beside him. "What do you say, Harbringermoon? Think you're ready to try and catch some squirrels? Or would you rather take chance on fish?"
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( I SEE YOUR COLLARBONE ; AND WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

 

[Rose.paw.]

Excitement hummed in the apprentice's bones. In her being. Sootstar! Sharing tongues with her! Eating with her!
She hung onto every word the warriors around her spoke, eyes wide. These were the warriors of the Star Clan around her. The true warriors. Not the ones that followed the code, the ones that wanted the best for their clan, that followed Star Clan's heir - Sootstar.
Of course, Wind Clan was blessed with such a wonderful, thoughtful leader. They were the best clan! The other clans had too much, Sootstar was their call to even the score. Star Clan spoke through Sootstar, that's why she was so pretty. Why every movement she made was perfect. Sootstar would soon speak Rosepaw's purpose into her, and she'd be complete.
Hollowcreek's declaration sparked excitement in the young Molly. She nodded along with his words, tail flicking back and forth, fresh kill forgotten. During the winter? yes! A perfect plan. Sure, they would be tired and cold too, but they would have the advantage. Numbers. Family. Star Clan.
She turned to find Harbringermoon, too shy to speak up but excited nonetheless. Take me with you! She wanted to cry. Whatever territory we go to, I will secure it for Star Clan!
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