pafp DEAD END ROAD — clan questions

[BUCKFIRE]

The medicine cat had ever so kindly treated Buck's bite wound, albeit begrudgingly, after Sunstar had allowed him a trial period of sorts in WindClan. The other tom did not seem thrilled to have Buck in his den; in fact, many cats displayed faces of disgust and wariness toward him most of the time. He supposed he could understand the suspicion, but... Buck was too damn charming! How could they not love him already? Maybe he just had to put himself out there a little more and show them that there was nothing to be distrustful about.

The brown tabby had a lot of questions regarding life in a clan, especially now that he was going to be a part of one. He could not find Hollyhockpurr nor Webwing at this particular moment in time, so he decided to strike up a conversation with the cat closest to him. "Howdy," Buck addresses the younger cat with a signature grin with the hopes of getting him to entertain a conversation. "Y'mind answerin' some questions for the new fella?" The "new fella" in particular being him, of course. "I'm curious about how things work around here."

Buck sweeps his eyes across the camp, gaze fixing onto a few figures in particular. A brown paw gestures in their general direction, "I know the big spotted one is... Sunstar, right? He's the head honcho, isn't he? And the healer... Wolf-something?" It didn't help that they all had double names. "So do the rest of y'all just hunt 'n fight all day?" Webwing had given Buck a vague rundown of some of their duties when they'd met for the first time, and Sunstar had emphasized the importance of training and contributing to the clan. Obviously they all needed to be constantly bringing in prey to fill their bellies... there were a lot of them, after all. But... didn't things get boring? From Buck's knowledge, the clans have lived in their respective territories for generations; doesn't patrolling the same hills and seeing the same sights get repetitive after a while? Witnessing day-to-day life in this clan camp was thrilling and certainly captivated his interest, but he felt as if he'd grow antsy if he stayed long enough. Maybe he would; it wouldn't be hard to slip away in the middle of the night, would it? It wouldn't be anything personal, of course, but the life of a nomad was all that Buck had ever known. It was tough to give up.

𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 　 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

• @Paleface.

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  a horseplace loner, buck is thirty moons. he is a ruggedly handsome tom, sporting lean muscle and a slightly taller-than-average stature. there is a nick in his left ear as well as a small scratch on his right lip. he smells heavily of hay and wood chips.　✦

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[Paleface.]

〔★〕However much Paleface disliked the idea of having a loner in their camp, he also knew it was according to code to help those in need as well as follow orders. This is why, when the loner he generally disliked from the get-go approached him while he ate and asked him a myriad of questions, he didn't hiss like a kit and tell him to go back to where he came from. Instead he nodded, begrudgingly of course, and swallowed the bite he had been chewing on.

"It's Sunstar, my leader, and Wolfsong my medicine cat. You had best be respectful to them," He warned, silently finishing the sentence, they keep the clan running smoothly. A loner did not need to know who the clan relied on specifically to keep the clan together and unified. That was like holding a mouse in front of a hungry snake. He also made sure to enunciate the 'my' in his words. Sunstar and Wolfsong were not this loner's leader and medicine cat. They were his and his clanmates, and this loner was of neither category.

"We don't fight, unless someone has issues with another. Our apprentices spar with each other and occasionally our warriors join in too if there's a spot. We hunt to keep the clan fed. There are many mouths to feed, but the young and old feed first. Don't ever eat before you offer something to a queen or a kit or an elder, they can't feed themselves yet." He explained their code as he had learned it. If the loner were to stay in the clan, he would play by the clans rules.

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy ( a rider without its dragon is dead ) //

• ooc.
  
• PALEFACE —— warrior (moorrunner) of windclan . npc x npc . littermate to 2 others ★ penned by helly
  ★ cis male / he/him / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ★ single / bisexual & monoflexible / open to romance
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat notes here / battle notes
  
  ★ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ★ biography — msg on discord for plots (hellycinth) — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired black tabby/chocolate tabby chimera with low white and blue eyes no scarring.

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[SINGEDTHROAT]

︿─︿.𖥔 ݁ ˖︿─︿ Their mood sours when they see the odd-sounding barncat speaking with Paleface. These past few days they have enjoyed the newfound confidence of their warrior name, even though they are still relegated to digging and chasing rabbits in the dark, but the reminder that their camp is now frequented by Buck is deeply discomfiting. They know their ðir and father were not born in WindClan, but it does not agitate Singedthroat that Buck isn't clanborn— no, it's the languorous way he behaves, unbothered and lacking the due regard for their way of life. His reaction to their names sticks with Singedthroat, and they scowl at the taller feline.

Once again, they take no small satisfaction from the fact that Sunstar is much taller.

"It's more important than whatever you did at the Horseplace. Worried you can't laze around most of the day?" Their frigid eyes narrow.
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SINGEDTHROAT of WINDCLAN TUNNELER. WOLFSONG X SUNSTAR. 11 MOONS OLD, THEY/THEM. BORN 09.08.2023.

.𖥔 overview .𖥔 physicality .𖥔 personality .𖥔 interaction

• — Sibling to Bearflight, Rivewhisper,, Sunlitwing, & Featherspine. Named after their pelt-color to invoke ember-like imagery.
  — Formerly apprenticed to Smallwhisker (Sootstar loyalist). Somewhat of a reluctant tunneler; wants to be renowned in battle like their sisters Rivewhisper and Featherspine.
  — Uses they/them pronouns only; will not respond to the use of any others. Flirtatious but without true intent of romantic pursuit.
• — Small, as is typical for tunnelers. The runt of the litter who has greatly taken after Wolfsong's height, but with Sunstar's slimmer structure; fur gives the illusion of a bulk that doesn't exist.
  — Eyes are a striking, frost-hewn blue paler than both their parents' eyes, and without a tinge of green. Often narrowed shrewdly, which is primarily a habit picked up from Wolfsong.
• — Singedthroat seems to take after the snake's skin fed to Wolfsong. Their friendliness is the swaying grass that the snake's slither matches in rhythm, not quite a lie but not quite honest, either. Warmth is a guise for a very watchful and even somber psyche. Like their parents, they are incredibly proud, but without their temperance. Slights to their dignity may very well result in a physical altercation. A bit haughty and rude when irritated.
• — Peaceful actions may be powerplayed, such as shoulder brushes, light bumps, and playfully intended gestures. Violent or harmful actions can be attempted with a ping for this account.
  — Please note that while peaceful actions can be powerplayed, and while most will be received well, there is a chance Singedthroat will become discomfited and react aggressively.

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost is sunning herself nearby, her swollen belly preceding her, when she notices Singedthroat and Paleface entertaining the wounded newcomer. Her frosted green gaze narrows slightly. Newcomer is one word for him — rogue is the one she prefers. He's friendly enough, engaging in conversation with the other cats as though he belongs in their camp, but her ear flicks sideways when she hears the question he asks Paleface.

Both warriors quickly put the tabby in his place, but Bluefrost cannot help but aid them. She heaves herself to her paws, stomach swinging to and fro, and pads closer to the small group. "We patrol those borders to keep our Clan safe," she says, her voice cold. "And we hunt to feed those who cannot hunt for themselves. We work hard to make sure our Clan thrives in greenleaf, so that when the cold seasons come we can live through it."

She lifts her chin stubbornly into the air. "You have only known WindClan in times of peace, but war with the other Clans could break out any moment. Unsecured borders mean trouble and prey theft." Nevermind she isn't doing any of that herself, now — she gives her belly a rueful glance fraught with mild annoyance.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 17 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan lead warrior and queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[BUCKFIRE]

Huh. This warrior seemed awfully protective of his clan, which Buck doesn't blame him for. Still, he finds it a bit amusing that they treat him as if he's some sort of threat — him, a single tom, who came from the farm. The tabby tom gives Buck a rundown of how the clan generally operates to which the former loner gives a nod, "Sounds straightforward enough." Now a spar... he would be delighted to sit in and watch one of those. Buck had caught a glimpse of warriors in combat against the fox but he's convinced that he's seen nothing yet. He wants to see how a clan cat holds their own against a mean rogue, or perhaps an entire horde of them.

Orange eyes flick toward the rather snippy red feline, one that he recognized from his first run-in with WindClan near the Horseplace. Buck takes no offense to his insult, instead quirking the corner of his lip in a smug smirk. "You've got me wrong — there ain't nothin' lazy about what I do. Y'ever ride a bull or chase dogs just for the hell of it?" Well, it was more so Buck leading the dogs on a wild goose chase, but whatever made him sound better.

The brown tabby lifts his hind leg and lowers his neck to scratch an itch mid-conversation before adding, "I can't sit still for too long. I get bored." So, no, he wasn't the lazy barncat that they made him out to be. These cats were sure full of themselves, weren't they? Ah well, it motivated Buck all the more to prove them wrong. This would be his next adventure.

A blue-hued she-cat approaches now, frostily inputting more about the ways of WindClan and why it was of utmost importance that they remained as busy as they were. Buck had always spent the harsh seasons of leafbare within a shelter of sorts, usually twoleg-built. He can't imagine how the wild cats sleep under the sleet and snow all while ensuring that they don't starve or freeze to death. It is a challenge, one that is unknown to him though he's certain that he could tough it out. Buck wasn't a quitter.

It is when the pregnant molly brings up the topic of other clans that Buck's eyes light up with interest. "Ooh," The tom has heard little to none about them. Are they much different than WindClan? Where do they live? He wants to find out. "Tell me about these other clans." The brown tabby requests, keen ears eager to be regaled with stories of war and drama.

𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 　 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

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  a horseplace loner, buck is thirty moons. he is a ruggedly handsome tom, sporting lean muscle and a slightly taller-than-average stature. there is a nick in his left ear as well as a small scratch on his right lip. he smells heavily of hay and wood chips.　✦

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[Paleface.]

〔★〕Paleface nearly jumped for joy at the rest of his clans hatred for the tom, happy that they, too, shared his discomfort with the tom being in their camp and eating their prey when they were trying so hard to recover from the starvation the wildfire caused. "You may not think you're lazy, Buck, but to our standards you are. We don't do much for fun outside of kit games and the apprentices coming up with games for training." He narrowed his gaze at the male, finished his meal, and stood.

"Seeing you laze around all day makes me want to provide for my clan more than anything. Enjoy yourself, rat breath." He all but spit the insult, padding away on angry paw-steps and with a lash in his tail that would set the apprentices scattering around him as he went.

/exit

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy ( a rider without its dragon is dead ) //

• ooc.
  
• PALEFACE —— warrior (moorrunner) of windclan . npc x npc . littermate to 2 others ★ penned by helly
  ★ cis male / he/him / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ★ single / bisexual & monoflexible / open to romance
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat notes here / battle notes
  
  ★ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ★ biography — msg on discord for plots (hellycinth) — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired black tabby/chocolate tabby chimera with low white and blue eyes no scarring.

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[BLUEFROST]

The rogue does not take offense to her Clanmates' bristling comments, though Bluefrost remains unimpressed. She eyes him warily as his amber eyes light up with interest as she mentions the other Clans. "Ooh," he mews; "Tell me about these other Clans." His ears flick forward, and Bluefrost sighs outwardly, rudely. She hadn't anticipated she'd have to keep the outsider entertained; Paleface is quick to leave, and perhaps, if she were smart, she'd find something else to do, too...

Alas. She's a queen, and Rattleheart's kits are being tended to for the moment. She tucks her tail close to her belly and rests her paws, her gaze flinty; it never leaves Buck's tabby pelt. "We are one of five Clans." There's something haughty creeping into her tone as she regales the loner. "There is ThunderClan, who dwells in the forest that borders us. They are..." She shifts, her belly getting in the way of her paws, "...fine. Honorable. They do not bother us, most of the time."

Bluefrost flicks her tattered ear. "In the riverlands, there's RiverClan. They are treacherous backstabbers. Never trust a cat who swims and eats fish. They've kidnapped and murdered WindClanners." Her lip curls faintly. "Across the Thunderpath is ShadowClan. Weak, yellow-bellied rat-eaters. They're of no consequence to us."

Finally, she mews, "And the fifth Clan lives far from us — SkyClan. They live with kittypets and let their warriors eat Twoleg slop." She yawns, portraying her teeth dismissively.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 17 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan lead warrior and queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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