camp FATE ☽ OPEN

[spottedcloud]

Wounds from the rogues dot her limbs and shoulders; she's quite lucky that they begin and end there. Her tattered ears and face have seen quite enough in this lifetime, and though she does not mind her appearance, it begins to ache when the weather takes a turn. The skin of her scars tightens, even if they are not bared to the sky with thanks given to her dense fur. Irregardless, she winces. Perhaps some of these will become much the same. Her tongue scrapes over the wounds that Wolfsong has already done his best to diligently heal. Admittedly, she does understand that she should not. Whatever mystical salves the healers had applied would likely not last through her tongue bath.

But it's not her fault they sting so badly.

With a small sigh, the young warrior forces herself to stop. Her teeth clench slightly against the instinct to keep grooming. One paw shifts to press over the other and force stillness. It doesn't last long. She almost reflexively asks StarClan for help before remembering what they did, her mood immediately souring even further. After this plague, the loss of their territory, the loss of Weaselclaw — who can blame Sootstar for how she feels? Who could do anything but support her through it all? So many of her clanmates have shown their true cruelty. And they call her heartless in her cautious silence.

"You know," she speaks to a passing cat, who had paused at the sight of her, "I had thought WindClan united before all of this. How naive."

𝘐 𝘔𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  ╱╱ 10.26.2023 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘉𝘌

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• ⋆ ｡˚ ☁︎ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡˚☽˚ ｡ ⋆  SPOTTEDCLOUD. SHE - HER OR THEY - THEM. YOUNG MOOR RUNNER OF WINDCLAN. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  ——  a sleek, thick-furred molly with a beige and brown pelt and several scars alongside tattered ears. carries herself with wary precision, and seems both generally uncomfortable and wholly belonging in her daily surroundings.
  
  
  
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[VIOLETHEART]

It seemed as though the tumultuous times would never end, and yet through it all, Violetheart refused to share the idea with some of his Clanmates that StarClan had abandoned them. StarClan sent trials and tribulations, yes, but they would never outright abandon the Clans. That Sootstar endorsed the idea was discomforting, but Violetheart wanted to trust his leader enough that she would make the right decisions - even if those decisions, such as recent ones, were dubious at best.
"It still can be." He replied to the she-cat that he'd been passing, taking mental note of her restlessness. "And it will be. What would you call our rallying together during the rogue invasion if not united?" Violetheart knew she meant the current discord that was brewing, between those who thought Sootstar was right in taking the ShadowClan kits, but he didn't want to let morale fall so easily amongst Clanmates.​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

It seemed that camp was, for once, mercifully quiet. There were still idle conversations going on, and work being done on making sure their home was once again secure, but that was all commonplace. It wasn't the violence and chaos of the last few weeks and days, and for that Rattleheart was grateful. Even if he was one of the ones that had rallied hardest against Sootstar's recent actions, he didn't relish arguing against his own clanmates. He longed for comfort and stability, two things that had been unfortunately absent from both his and Windclan's lives lately.

The tunneler was resting nearby when he heard Spottedcloud, raising his chin from where it had been resting on his paws as he glanced in her direction. The immediate wrath of before didn't return, Rattleheart actually able to sympathize with the sentiment behind the moor runner's words. Much as he disapproved of stealing kits from their homes, he did yearn for the days when Windclan had been a united front, not fighting amongst themselves over heinous actions. Actions that some found themselves able to justify, but he simply wasn't able to.

His voice was hoarse when he offered up his own insight, words slightly muffled by his own paws as his chin fell down once again. "We were. And it's as Violetheart says, we can be united again. We're stronger than our fights." That was a fact that he truly believed, even if he found himself doubting it as Sootstar's reign continued on. He had never wanted to consider the molly a tyrant that rejected the opinions of her own clan, but... what else was she doing, when everyone with a differing opinion was branded a traitor?
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​