private FLY ME TO THE MOON ✧ sootstar

[GRANITEPELT]

Granitepelt had known nothing of the tunnels until he watched a familiar silver-shrouded figure emerge from one, dirt crumbling from her thick pelt. What a useful tool WindClan has—the ability to invade his Clan at any moment, completely by surprise. He feels strangely giddy upon seeing Sootstar, the smile on his face self-satisfied. He dips his head to the WindClan leader. “Sootstar. Welcome to your old home.” Once, she’d walked these marshes with his father, his mother, Briarstar herself. He wonders if she has any desire to claim them as hers once more.

“ShadowClan has had some visitors.” He begins to groom one slate-colored paw, tone idle. “A ThunderClanner pushed another onto the Thunderpath… and he was hit by a monster. He lives, unfortunately, and is sitting in my mate’s den, stinking the camp up and chattering with fear.” He pauses, eyeing the WindClan leader. “He claims Howlingstar and all of ThunderClan have it out for him now. Could be true… but really, they’re all liars. The more interesting thing…” His smile grows wicked, “Is how our lead warrior acted when Howlingstar denounced this cat.”

He does not know if he truly believes Sabletuft has any dark secrets related to Sunnyday… but he is certain that Sootstar would find the news of potential code breaking interesting.

✧ INFO.

• @SOOTSTAR
• 
  — granitekit . granitepaw . granitepelt
  — he/him ; warrior of shadowclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Starlingheart
  — short-haired gray tom with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Meg

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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR ♀​

Mossy hued eyes glow from the shadows of the tunnel. Ever so slightly, she sticks her head out and looks around the marshland suspiciously. Granitepelt may be proving useful thus far, but he has far from earned her trust. She was taking a big risk in allowing the gray tom to know about their hidden tunnels, but she does so in hopes of reaping great rewards. "Mmm." Is the only greeting the warrior gets, she continues to eye the foreground with paranoia. She's distracted by this when the feline begins to feed her information, she has to focus on concentrating to hear it, but it's not long until her attention is caught. ThunderClan cats turning on their own kind, she can't help but allow a sick grin to rise onto her face. "Do you know which ThunderClanners are involved?" She pries as a list of faces storm through her mind. Granitepelt promises something more interesting to share, a lead warrior had reacted poorly when Howlingstar shed light on the situation. The smoke leans forward in a silent prompting for him to proceed.

 

[GRANITEPELT]

Granitepelt can see her eyes flickering to the shadows shifting behind him, and he has to suppress a smirk. She is not on unfamiliar territory, but the marshes are no longer her home… not yet, anyway. A smile bursts upon her lovely muzzle, framed by tufts of silver, and he mimics it perfectly. “Howlingstar mentioned a Basilwhisker… I might’ve seen him at the border once or twice, but no one will be anymore. Apparently he’s exiled for his crimes.” He draws his tongue in a circular motion around his mouth, continuing, “Our lead warrior, Sabletuft, seemed very…” His smile shrinks slightly, an ear twitching, “…dedicated, to protecting this Sunnyday’s place in ShadowClan.”

He shakes his head. “I’d never expect that of Sabletuft.” His frown reappears. Granitepelt had always respected the older warrior. In fact, he’s one of the few on Chilledstar’s council he didn’t despise or at least distrust. “I don’t know what these cats see in ThunderClanners. Always crowing about honor and duty. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.” He forgets himself for a moment, who he’s talking to and where he is. His claws scrape in frustrated rivulets across the marshy soil.

✧ INFO.

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  — granitekit . granitepaw . granitepelt
  — he/him ; warrior of shadowclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Starlingheart
  — short-haired gray tom with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Meg

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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

Sootstar are disappointed these names are not “bigger”, she does not deem them important aside from Sabletuft. She’s silent for a few moments, lost in thought before nodding her head to agree. ”They meddle in affairs that do not concern them. They’ve foiled my battle plans in the past. WindClan will not easily forget.” Granitepelt may or may not have already heard of this, but Sootstar’s tail lashes in annoyance. ”…But out of all the clans, they’ve done WindClan the least wrong.” In this moment she remembers Granitepelt for what he is, a ShadowClanner. Theres a suspicious glint in her eye that fades after a few moments, so far his intel has proven truthful. ”Is there anything else you might have for me? How has ShadowClan taken to yellow cough?”

☾ INFO BATTLE

• Using fluid time to my advantage a little here LOL
• 
  » 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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[GRANITEPELT]

Granitepelt observes Sootstar’s reaction—perhaps this isn’t enough for her. He understands. The affairs of ShadowClan and ThunderClan must not seem like much that is useful to her, in the grand scheme of things. He blinks, long and slow, thinking. “ShadowClan is…” An age-old instinct to lie, to boast their strength, dwindles and dies on his tongue. That is not why he has made his pact, why he’d mingled his blood with the WindClan leader’s. He flicks an ear. “ShadowClan is not doing well. The cure does not grow in our territory. We have many who have fallen ill, and the only lungwort we have was gifted to us by ThunderClan.” He closes his eyes, anger taut in his voice when he says, “My son is sick.”

But Sootstar is not his friend, not his confidante. She isn’t here in the swamps to hear about his sick child. He shakes his head, eyes opening into slits. “But yes, your question has a favorable answer… ShadowClan is weak. Weak and full of inner turmoil.”

✧ INFO.

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• 
  — granitekit . granitepaw . granitepelt
  — he/him ; warrior of shadowclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Starlingheart
  — short-haired gray tom with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Meg

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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

While most cats would be displeased to hear about the suffering of others, Sootstar finds pleasure in ShadowClan's suffering. She holds back a smirk out of the sliver of respect she holds for Granitepelt, ShadowClan was still his clan and he had a mate and kits there. One of them he goes on to reveal is sick. She's silent for a long moment, then to the forest's surprise dips her head to the gray tom sympathetically. "No parent wishes to see their kit sick, especially with such an illness. I hope he recovers soon." Perhaps she would've offered WindClan's own lungwort, but they had a limited supply too... and this is what happens when you cut ties with WindClan. If ShadowClan was still their ally, perhaps WindClan could've afford helping. A dark ear flicks, turmoil? "ShadowClan fights among themselves? Why? Is it because of the ThunderClan cats?"

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » 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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[GRANITEPELT]

It’d been a moment of weakness—personal weakness—to admit that his kit is sick, but Sootstar accepts this faux paus with grace. She even offers him her condolences, which startle him just a little. Granitepelt dips his head to her. “You are… kind to say so. Thank you.” He listens for a hint of insincerity, but then he reminds himself she is a mother to many. Of course, all mothers have weakness in their hearts for their progeny, he thinks with a narrowing of his eyes.

“Sootstar, to tell you truthfully, ShadowClan has not known unity since Briarstar was leader.” He flicks his tail tip. “Since Pitchstar, cats have deserted our Clan, fought one another in camp, whispered about rebellion around whoever the current leader is…” He shifts one gray paw through the marshy grass. “Chilledstar does their best to reign, but they are not the strong leader ShadowClan needs to be united.”

Who is that leader?... Granitepelt only gives his strange, small smile in response to the unspoken question.

✧ INFO.

•  
• 
  — granitekit . granitepaw . granitepelt
  — he/him ; warrior of shadowclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Starlingheart
  — short-haired gray tom with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Meg

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