camp DARK WINDOW PANES [spacing out]

[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ Being an apprentice is not all that Blizzardpaw had thought it would be. Their name has changed, but it has remained the same, in a way. They are still blizzard, still the cold, swirling thing that had sank its fangs into the rest of their family. They do not want to be blizzard—not that they fault WindClan for the poor choice of name. Without WindClan, they would have joined their mother, their siblings. They would be in StarClan, not an apprentice or anything except a nameless kit. They would never become a warrior, like they will in WindClan. They would never have met their clanmates they care so much for.

Speaking of clanmates, the snow-white apprentice flinches as someone approaches them. "Ah… sorry. I was distracted." Though they acknowledge the other cat, their voice is still faraway, and their eyes do not turn to their clanmate. Instead, pale pink remains trained on the sky above, tracing the blurred lines of a suspiciously dark cloud. Perhaps it will rain later today, they think. Perhaps it will snow.​

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[slateheart]

The child had grown up right before his very eyes. Slateheart remembers bringing Blizzardkit home that fateful day, a squirming kitten a quarter of the size they were now. He remembered watching them play and learn, and introducing them to the nursery of WindClan's camp. Now, he watched their apprentice ceremony, saw them embark on their first day of training. He can't help but dream that his mothers would have watched him with the same pride he watched Blizzardpaw flourish.

With a new name and a new duties, Slateheart sees Blizzardpaw less and less. Perhaps if they were a moor-runner, they would have trained and hunted together - though he is content to let the child lead their own life, he can't help but.. worry sometimes. What if a tunnel collapses? What if they get lost? Now, with the threat of fire looming so close, Slateheart worries about not only Blizzardpaw, but all his family and friends; Gravelsnap, Rattleheart, Dimmingsun.. and his mother beyond the fire.

Blizzardpaw seems lost in their thoughts when Slateheart sees them, and appears more troubled the closer he approaches. As is his usual approach, he clears his throat to gain their attention, dismissing their apology with a light shake of his head. "Don't worry about it, Blizzardpaw. What are you thinking about?" Slateheart follows their pale eyes up towards the hazy sky, and wonders if it was a dumb question. They may be thinking just the same as him. "..How are you holding up?"
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
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• speech is #bbbb88​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── For a time, it seemed, WindClan was a safer, warmer place for those who had struggled under Sootstar's reign, and for the few they met at the barn who wished to join WindClan's ranks. He recalls when Blizzardpaw —not more than a kit at the time— came to them from the cold, rescued from merciless weather by the same cat who approaches them now. Life was supposed to improve for them here, and while he's certain it is much better than freezing in the snow, the blackened air bodes no better for a bountiful future. The darkened sun, his flame-soaked dreams now reality— it is set to be a waking nightmare, and Wolfsong waits. Waits for the true storm to show its ugly face.

"Trying days ahead," he murmurs, almost to himself if not for the sideward glance at Slateheart and Blizzardpaw. "I hope that the trying days behind have prepared us."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[cottonsprig]

"We're only growing stronger," Cottonpaw commented shortly after her mentor - ever an optimist before a realist, the grey furred femme tries to share the positivity with those around her. Even though she saw the fire with her own eyes, blowing dark smoke up into the sky like fake clouds, she cannot help but try and squash any depressive thought around her. Soon, she knows, that will be impossible. But she can try for now.

"Your training must be going well, Blizzardpaw," she tries to steer the conversation slightly, ears craning backwards as she does. She knows tunneling work to be difficult and scary, but the child has witnessed worse horrors in their short life. Surely they're built hardy enough for the digging and packing tunneling takes.​