DREADFUL NEWS // coyotepaw

[SOOTSTAR]

Thoughts about the gathering swelled up in her mind, what to say, what not to say. Every time the full moon snuck onto them Sootstar would spend the nights in her den strategizing WindClan's appearance. Who would she bring? Many or few cats? The list of questions to answer went on and on until the question of "to or to not bring Coyotepaw" came along.

She arrives to a firm conclusion rather swiftly. Sootstar has a warrior send for Coyotepaw and bring him to her den. Once her apprentice arrives, she nods her head, motioning towards a small second nest for cats to sit on when she had company. "I suspect you are eager for the gathering; I've overheard the apprentices begin to talk about it." She begins with a neutral tone, "You're not going to like this, but you won't be able to join us for this gathering. It's too... risky." Thats all she says for now, certain the apprentice was smart enough to pick up the pieces and put them together. Sootstar was trying to make this young tom-cat into a WindClan warrior, she feared if he is united with old clan-mates all her progress will be undone. Or worse- that they'd rip him away from WindClan once more.

The fur on her neck bristles at the mere thought.

// @Coyotepaw :D ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 32 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Sootpaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Coyotecrest]

I won't apologize for being who I am

A windclan warrior looms over his cream tabby form, beckoning to guide the young apprentice into Sootstar's den. Coyote's brows pull together cautiously although there was a hint of curiosity hidden within the depths of mint green eyes. Once he arrived the warrior walked away and the boy entered, every step gentle as if he were treading upon shattered glass. He'd never been called into a leader's den before, and to not know the reason ahead of time has him slightly on edge. Sootstar nods towards an empty nest and his attention falls over the mossy structure accordingly. While it looked inviting he opted against lounging within the springy foliage. His ears twitch as she begins to speak and his gaze trails back to the molly's face, offering a shallow nod of his head in agreement. The brief pause that lingers within the den is nearly tangible, but it is her next stream of words that makes the boy's already spikey appearance bristle all the more.

"What?!" Coyote exclaims, his face drawing up with contempt at the notion of not being able to attend. He'd been waiting all moon for this, for the moment to see Deersong, Thistleback, his sister and the rest. But now it seemed as if Sootstar was keen on snatching that opportunity away from him. He had an inkling that it was because she did not want him to see skyclan but he was willing to test the waters in hopes that he would get what he wanted. "Too risky?" He parrots, tail lashing from one side to the next as his ears flatten. "Have I not done enough to be given this opportunity? I've trained, hunted, and fought for windclan and instead of reward I'm punished by not being allowed to go? Where's the fairness in that?" His voice was rising little by little and the inferno of his temper beginning to broil as he clenched his jaws. (Thank you!) ​

Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you​

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