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Sootstar returns to camp with three cats at her tail. Two of which were even smaller than her, kits who still stunk freshly of ShadowClan, but their pelts as dirty as a tunneler. At the rear is Sootspots, the ‘hero’ who had assisted in saving the poor kits from their ‘neglect’ in ShadowClan. That would be the story Sootstar spun at least… She suspects not everyone will be quick to fall for it, she’s always received a good dose of non-believers and cats who seemed to see through her. As usual if anyone posed a problem she suspects she’ll be able to take care of them.
Heads turn to face the two tunnelers and the kits. Pelts across the sandy hollow prickle on edge at the scent of ShadowClan. Before anyone can approach her to ask the obvious question she yowls, ”Let all cats old enough to race the moors gather beneath the Tallrock!” It felt good to say her meeting call again. For awhile she had thought there may be a chance she’d never perch upon her stone throne again.
Leaving the kits at Sootspots side, she scales the rock with elegant speed, over her reign it’s become second nature getting up here. Now that she towers her clan she looks down at them to meet their confused and answer-seeking gazes.
”First, I’d like to thank all of you for your efforts, ferocity and strength. You’ve proven once again that WindClan can conquer any challenge StarClan throws at us.” White fur puffs out with pride, the slightest of smiles tugging on her lips. ”The past few moons have been hard… and the next few are going to be tough. But know that we are strong, and we are WindClan. We are the feared, not the fearful.”
Now her gaze shifts over to the two kits, she smiles gently at them. ”That is why we have rescued two kits from the neglect of ShadowClan. A source from inside their own clan had informed me of the ways they were treated and begged me to take them back to WindClan, a clan that could properly foster and raise them.” Even as the words leave her lips she can sense the uncertainty and questions in the air. She walks a narrow ledge and her silver tongue might not be enough to convince them all. Still… all she needed was enough faith. ”This needed to be done quietly, so I asked Sootspot and the ShadowClan cat to work together to bring the kits to WindClan. Sootspot bravely risked himself to bring them home and used the tunnels to sneak them back, WindClan commends him for his bravery.” She nods firmly to her gray and black-furred son.
”The kits need new names, their ShadowClan names will no longer represent them here. From this day forward I name them Larkkit,” Her nose points directly at Halfkit, ”and Ouzelkit.” Then respectively Tanglekit.
”Moonwhisker will watch over these kits alongside her current litter until they are ready to become apprentices. But it is the task of the entire clan to ensure these kits are welcomed. Teach them our customs, show them what it means to be a WindClan cat. I suspect they’ll quickly be impressed in comparison to their old clan.”
Heads turn to face the two tunnelers and the kits. Pelts across the sandy hollow prickle on edge at the scent of ShadowClan. Before anyone can approach her to ask the obvious question she yowls, ”Let all cats old enough to race the moors gather beneath the Tallrock!” It felt good to say her meeting call again. For awhile she had thought there may be a chance she’d never perch upon her stone throne again.
Leaving the kits at Sootspots side, she scales the rock with elegant speed, over her reign it’s become second nature getting up here. Now that she towers her clan she looks down at them to meet their confused and answer-seeking gazes.
”First, I’d like to thank all of you for your efforts, ferocity and strength. You’ve proven once again that WindClan can conquer any challenge StarClan throws at us.” White fur puffs out with pride, the slightest of smiles tugging on her lips. ”The past few moons have been hard… and the next few are going to be tough. But know that we are strong, and we are WindClan. We are the feared, not the fearful.”
Now her gaze shifts over to the two kits, she smiles gently at them. ”That is why we have rescued two kits from the neglect of ShadowClan. A source from inside their own clan had informed me of the ways they were treated and begged me to take them back to WindClan, a clan that could properly foster and raise them.” Even as the words leave her lips she can sense the uncertainty and questions in the air. She walks a narrow ledge and her silver tongue might not be enough to convince them all. Still… all she needed was enough faith. ”This needed to be done quietly, so I asked Sootspot and the ShadowClan cat to work together to bring the kits to WindClan. Sootspot bravely risked himself to bring them home and used the tunnels to sneak them back, WindClan commends him for his bravery.” She nods firmly to her gray and black-furred son.
”The kits need new names, their ShadowClan names will no longer represent them here. From this day forward I name them Larkkit,” Her nose points directly at Halfkit, ”and Ouzelkit.” Then respectively Tanglekit.
”Moonwhisker will watch over these kits alongside her current litter until they are ready to become apprentices. But it is the task of the entire clan to ensure these kits are welcomed. Teach them our customs, show them what it means to be a WindClan cat. I suspect they’ll quickly be impressed in comparison to their old clan.”
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>> @Halfkit @TANGLEKIT @SOOTSPOT
This takes place BEFORE the journeying cats have returned!
This is not the long-awaited meeting with apprentice and warrior ceremonies, that is still to be posted -
Soot․ Sootstar
» WindClan Leader
» She/her ․ Mate toWeaselclaw
» Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
» "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
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» 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