HE NEVER LET ME DROWN [✦] burial

[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

The brown pelt had gone cold to the touch. Not even the heat of sickness radiated from his body anymore. Sootstar stares down at him from where he lays in his grave. It was hard to process that the body she looked at was just a shell- a vessel he’s evacuated from. Part of her can’t help but fear somewhere in there he’s stuck in it, that StarClan would not allow him to rise and cemented him in a permanent imprisonment. She steps back from the grave to allow others room to witness the deceased lead warrior for one last time. She expects his kits are not too far away, but in this moment of grief she does not seek them out. In the corner of her eye she sees the glistening of stone, a hard stare is given to whoever their beholder was. ”Get those away!” Sootstar hisses, a paw raising from the ground and waved upwards to motion them away. ”StarClan does not want him. They will not take him with or without those hare-brained stones.” She continues to seethe and motion for the stones to be taken out from her sight.

☾ 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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[Bluepool]

Weaselclaw's death is a tragedy, there is no denying that. Even if she held no love for him personally, she did not dislike him either. He was a good mate to her sister, a good father to their kits and even more importantly he was a strong and fierce warrior. What Bluepool mourns more than him, though, is her sister.

Since her mate's death, Sootstar had seemed off, not quite all there. She was more distant than usual and when she was present she was giving orders that didn't make sense and in this case, saying things that didn't make sense. "Why wouldn't StarClan want him?" she asks, alarmed. She had watched her sister push away the ceremonial stones but she didn't understand why. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. She had always thought the stones a bit silly, but she had not protested when it had been brought about as a new tradition. It was not about the stones, however. It was the words she spoke that made Bluepool's pelt prickle in unease

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OOC NOTES . ✦ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — ​
• 
  

  ➵ she / her
  ➵ WindClan lead warrior & moor runner
  ➵ single
  
  

  

  - - a small, silver tabby she cat with short fur a cropped tail and yellow eyes
  ↪ toyhouse [ ✦ ]
  
  - - Reckless. Impulsive. Spontaneous. These are all the words that may come to mind if asked to describe Bluepool. She is an incredibly loyal cat who loves her family, her friends, and her clan fiercely. She is well known for her outspoken behavior, often just speaking whatever is on her mind or diving into things without really stopping to consider the consequences of her actions first. Once she has set her mind on something it is difficult to get her to change it.
  ↪ ESTP-A 'the entrepreneur'
  
  ➵ skilled fighter ; decent hunter
  ➵ SOOT CLAW X PEBBLE BREEZE; sister to sootstar and mintshade
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[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw sits at Sootstar's side, having already been to Weaselclaw's body to pay her final respects. Her nose still feels cold after having shoved it into the tabby's fur, as though she'd plunged it into snow. Her heart, too, is cold. The mask she wears is ice-cool on gray and white features, freezing her features into place. She looks beautiful, pristine, properly groomed—not a trace nor a speck of dirt remains in her fine blue coat. She looks faintly sad, though to what extent, an onlooker would not be able to determine. Weaselclaw could be any of her dead Clanmates at this moment.

I will not let them see my insides. I will not let them see my weakness.

She watches her aunt rise and pay respects to Weaselclaw, but the moment a cat draws near with the ceremonial stones from Mothermouth, her mother stiffens beside her. Sootstar's ferocity is on full display, as if her grief—Sootstar does not care if her subjects see her this way, it seems. Her pelt is dull, fluffed out around her tiny body and the wildfire of her green eyes. "StarClan does not want him. They will not take him with or without those hare-brained stones."

Bluepaw's feet, now, are beginning to ice over. She looks at Sootstar with her mask-like expression, but green eyes go from prettily half-lidded to wide with alarm. "Sootstar?" She can feel the other cats staring now, and her body begins to flush with heat, melting away the ice inside her body. "StarClan already has Weaselclaw, Sootstar. He's... he's already there." Doubt seizes her heart; it flutters like a pinned bird. "Isn't he?"

ooc ✧ 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃'𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈

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  — bluekit . bluepaw
  — she/her, apprentice of windclan
  — bisexual ; single
  — long-haired blue she-cat with white and green eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — art by Meg

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[GRAVELSNAP]

It hardly feels real, that Weaselclaw of all cats would lie dead before them all. A tom so strong, so intimidating, lying limp and lifeless on the ground before them? It’s nearly absurd to think of—and yet here they are, delivering a stone to his grave. They had been amongst the cats to make the trip to gather the stones, and at the time they had thought it an honor. But as the smoky-furred she-cat turns them away with a hiss and a wave of a paw, Gravelsnap is quick to scramble backward, dropping their stone in the process. It rolls to a stop a short distance away, and the warrior bats at it to knock it farther. "I’m—I’m sorry," they murmur, shrinking in on themself as they back away.

They don’t go far, bent on paying their respects to the tom who surely had been a lead warrior for longer than they have been alive. But they hover a good distance away, hazel gaze trained solely on the grave. They wonder, as Bluepaw speaks, whether their friend will be alright. The loss of a father cannot be a simple thing. But… is there any way to offer comfort in such a situation? Surely Bluepaw has all the comfort she could need from her family.​

[ you put the fun into dysfunction ]​

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[breezerunner]

Sootstar's display of delirium has been in full-force for all of WindClan to see. Breezerunner knows it's just yellowcough though. He knows that this is just another trial from StarClan that will make them all stronger in the end. Well... He thinks so, at least. Sootstar's cry for her clanmates to keep the stones away from Weaselclaw makes Breezerunner's eyes go wide from where he stands beside Bluepaw. He tries to hide his shock. Why is it that Sootstar claims StarClan doesn't want her mate? This must be another delusion, mustn't it? He glances sideways at Bluepaw, uncharacteristically alarmed by her own mother's words.

Breezerunner feels he should at least try to comfort his friend, but when he opens his mouth to speak no sound comes forth. Not even a squeak or a croak. He snaps his jaws back shut and redirects his gaze to his paws. It's all for naught. He isn't even sure if there's anything he could offer Bluepaw in the way of comfort that won't just come across as horribly crass and absentminded. He's never been in her shoes- never lost a parent or loved one- so why should he be even thinking about trying to offer solace to someone who has? He doesn't question Sootstar's word either. There must be good reason for these things.

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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   It had not felt real. Even until he stood before this very grave, it had not seemed a part of this reality. Some story he had heard, a nightmare that would not leave him behind. He recalls what she had said when the news had first come to them– It has already been dug. He had worked at the blue smoke's side, had scooped pawfuls of dirt alongside her. Without the skill of a tunneler, it had been slow and painful work. Would it have been any easier, to know that it would be a friend he buried? Or would it have made each pawful all the more troublesome to pull away? He feels himself bite down upon his cheek before the motion registers. Drops of blood spill to his tongue and Sunstride startles. His pale gaze snaps to Sootstar, and then back to the body. One foot slips from the others, and the warrior steps back.

She speaks viciously. With a clarity that he can not make sense of. Her delirium must be the reason for it, yet he sees a wild knowing there. Bewildered, he cannot help but join the voices that question here: "Weaselclaw was an honorable warrior. He stood for WindClan and his leader above all. Is this not enough for StarClan? He would be among them, Sootstar. What wrong has he done?" It seems wrong of him to ask; in truth, he seeks no answer. A simple assurance, a question meant to soothe her. The answer, he thinks, is nothing. But what does he know of them both?

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. —
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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[RUMBLERAIN]

𝐵𝐸𝑇𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 ✧ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍

• 
  
  — rumblepaw | tags
  — they/them ; moor-runner apprentice of windclan. mentored by brindlecloud.
  — lanky black-and-white point with blue eyes. butterfly accessory.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — art by mercibun
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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Weaselclaw has been a constant of WindClan since before they'd been born. Steadfast, strong. Sootstar's left paw, one of their best and proudest lead warriors (though some of the warriors have spoken in hushed whispers of a moon where he had been stripped of his post after drawing his mate's ire), and a kind cat who had given little Rumblekit the time of day for their incessant questions when neither of their parents were available. The epitome of WindClan, some might say; and until the news had broken that he'd succumbed to yellowcough, Rumblepaw would have agreed with them.

Now he lies, cold and breathless, at the bottom of the grave Sootstar had been interrupted digging some time ago. Rumblepaw's heart aches knowing she'd meant it for him. Gravelsnap approaches with one of the stones, ceremonial and good-hearted, but as Sootstar lashes out the apprentice's breath catches in their throat. Abandoning their slow creep towards the graveside they move closer to the scolded warrior, a silent check that they know he doesn't need from a cat some ten moons younger, but they're otherwise unsure how to handle the situation as their leader's outburst is met with shock from her kin.

Sootstar? Bluepaw queries, and not for the first time in their life Rumblepaw's expression turns faintly sad over the fact that the leaders' kits, though they're old enough to be warriors now in their own right, don't refer to their parents as such. Bluepool and Sunstride press further, and, nervous, Rumblepaw feels the fur on the back of their neck start to rise. Their attention flicks briefly to Breezerunner, but the green-eyed warrior hasn't said anything either, and so they wait for the inevitable crash of a WindClan storm to rain down on the bystanders' ears in the form of Sootstar's fury.
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[SOOTSPOT]

Sootspot did not mourn Weaselclaw, he mourned his mother for having lost someone dear to her. He mourns his mother for putting her faith in Wolfsong, only for the medicine cat to allow a Lead to die. He mourns his mother for being betrayed by a Deputy, and for being so grief-stricken she did not see the mistake she was making of putting Sunstride in Badgermoon's place. There was a lot to grieve for in Sootspot's life, but Weaselclaw, a cat who had taken his mother's attention and never gave any to him, was not one of them. With downtrodden eyes, he stared at the corpse; at least he would help rid StarClan of its kittypets. Or, so Sootspot thought. Sootstar's screech caused him to jolt, avoiding his mother's stare like a kit that had done something wrong. StarClan... wouldn't accept him? No, no that couldn't be right. It would've taken moons for StarClan to have become so corrupted as to shut its doors to all WindClanners, now, his mother was saying such was the case? What did that mean of others who had died just days before him?

Others asked, pleaded for answers from Sootstar and, for the first time since his little siblings had been born, Sootspot felt a connection with the leader. His was once an opinion that would've brought sacrilege, now, he could see it bearing fruit. Finally, he opened his mouth. "It is not Weaselclaw's wrongs," he replied seethingly to Sunstride, as if the Deputy was mousebrained for even suggesting such a thing. He always knew the Deputy had his own agenda, his contrarian display was one of ambition, not of concern, he thought. His attention turned to the others. "It is StarClans'. StarClan has no leader, but most of its warriors are kittypets and other clan members too weak to live. Their voices drown out all those who know reason, and would've let Weaselclaw wring out the sickness that infests it." It was not a voice he sought to share often, only with his siblings, but he was an opportunist; the chance for his clan to see his vision was upon him and he would not let it go to waste. "They have no guidance, and so, they have lost themselves to chaos. Tell me, where would you all be without Sootstar's guidance?" Rogues, kittypets, or perhaps even living beneath the rule of one who should never rule.

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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

Sootstar begins to shake as a sour look screws itself upon her face. How could they all be so blind? So hare-brained to not see what was right in front of their noses! StarClan hates Sootstar, StarClan hates WindClan. Their worship, devotion and prayers had never been enough for them. She still seethes as she recalls her very last dream with them, where they warned her she walks a bloodstain path and to cease going down it. Blood was meant to be spilled. Blood had to be spilled to strengthen her clan, to ensure they are the strongest and most feared cats in the forest. The cats within WindClan alos needed to know fear, when they did not they were infested with cats like Emberfang, Hyacinithbreath, Honeytwist and Dandelionwish. These cats needed to be led with an ironpaw and the other clans met with their claws if they stood in their way. How did StarClan not see that? How had they not known that everything she had once was in worship to them? Her shoulders tense with vague admittance, perhaps she never really had loved StarClan. Perhaps they had always been, as they were now, a toy to be used to manipulate. It was these cats faith and belief in them that allowed her to so easily trick them. She could get rid of anyone and anyone here she wanted so long as “StarClan told her so”, Dandelionwish and Badgermoon have proven that to be true. ”No!” She snaps a reply to Bluepaw’s question as Bluepool’s echo in her ears. Why wouldn’t he be there?! She meets her sister with a look that screams ’isn’t it obvious?! Sunstride’s words of comfort rolls off her like rain on a RiverClan cat’s fur. The deputy does not know what she knows, he does not know of the long war Sootstar and Weaselclaw had silently banded together for. Neither of them had worshipped StarClan for moons. She opens her maw, but Sootspot jumps in. She’s visibly astonished- not all of WindClan was blind to what was going on after all. ”StarClan holds no love for WindClan. With Weaselclaw’s death they’ve abandoned us!” The words shake as they come out, slowly she sits down, prepared for outcry and further disbelief. They’d make any excuse for the starry cats, they’d claim their leader is too sick with grief, that she did not know what she was talking about. ”StarClan will not take him because Weaselclaw knew of this- he stood against them too. Perhaps his “delusions” in his final days make sense now.” She looks at her mate. Dead and cold in the ground. Her heart beats fast against her chest, with all her fury she swears she could fight gods.

☾ 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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[Azaleafrost]

She may be beaten and weary from her battle with the rogues, but she still decided to come out to Weaselclaws burial. She held no love for him, but she wanted to bask in the moment. She outlasted one of Windclans strongest, having survived the illness with the luck of having the cure available at the time.

She's aware that some may hate her more for this, thinking that it shouldn't have been wasted on the kittypet blooded warrior. Her only regret is that this means that she has taken the cure from Mintshade, too. She begs Starclan every night to let her live.

She is not expecting Sootstar's words, however. To hear her scorn the moon stones was odd.... To hear that Starclan wouldn't want Weaselclaw was odder. Why not?? He was a loyal warrior who fought for his clan.

She lets the others ask her about her decision. That way they're the ones getting snapped at and not her. She begins to wonder if she's having a dream. This is all so.... Out of character. Sootstar was the most devout of all of them....

She looks to Sootspot oddly when he spouts his opinion. What in the WORLD is he going on about?? Starclan is where all clan cats go when they die. Of course there's other clan cats there, including Skyclan's kittypet warriors. Is he sick too?

And then she hears Sootstar's explanation. She says it clear as day, Starclan has abandoned Windclan. She says Weaselclaw stood against them for it. She ponders this revelation. She said Weaselclaw stood against them too. Does that mean Sootstar stands against Starclan now?

Are they expected to scorn the stars that their friends and family reside amongst?

She feels her pelt prickle uncomfortably. Something is wrong here. She was raised and trained to have faith in Starclan, hearing all of this is blasphemy.

She looks to Weaselclaw again. If he isn't in Starclan..... Then where is he?? She won't be the one to ask the question. She feels this conversation is like a beehive. Don't touch it unless you want to get stung.​

 

[icebreath]

[ retro to rta ]

Icebreath has always looked up to Weaselclaw. He was one of WindClan's most loyal, ferocious warriors --- a fierce defender of the moors. Royalty. And now he lies dead in the ground, not slain in battle like a hero but snuffed out by mere illness. She looks down at his corpse through dull eyes, her heart pounding as she thinks about how terrifying this disease is. Cats are dropping left and right; it's crippling the clan. Crippling Sootstar. It almost feels blasphemous to acknowledge it, but it's purely concern that weighs on her whenever she thinks about her leader's deterioration. The great Sootstar, always so untouchable and imposing, is changing. They've heard hushed talk about her delirium, can't help but notice themself how reclusive she's grown. Icebreath can't blame her; they can only imagine how difficult it must be to watch a loved one wither away. The thought of winding up in that position, losing Rainheart or one of her friends, is almost nauseating.

At least he'll rest easy in StarClan alongside the rest of their fallen clanmates; she takes solace in that. But it leads her to wonder the obvious, something that crosses their mind every day: why is StarClan letting such a cruel thing happen? Their gaze drifts up to the sky amid their forlorn musings...

...and then snaps back down when Sootstar's hiss fractures the mournful silence. 'StarClan does not want him.' Icebreath's heart sinks, eyes stretching wide with shock. What in the world? What had Weaselclaw done to be rejected by the stars? Sunstride voices her (and likely everyone else's) question and she awaits Sootstar's answer with baited breath --- though it's Sootspot who speaks first.

It is StarClan who is in the wrong.

The very notion makes their blood run cold. They glance back upward, faintly expecting lightning to strike down like it had during a past gathering, this time in retribution instead of heavenly support. But as Sootspot continues, his words begin to make a startling amount of sense...? Icebreath has never thought about it this way before; truthfully, when they think of StarClan they tend to think only of WindClan's deceased. But a feeling of unease washes over them at the thought of the contamination that surely must be worsening with the death of every kittypet-born warrior, every snakehearted outsider. RiverClanners, SkyClanners, and it's all being accelerated as yellowcough claims more and more lives. It feels so horrifically alien, blasphemous, to be thinking this way, though; they've grown up worshiping StarClan. And yet... agh, it's so hard to think clearly with all that's happening before her. One whiplash after another.

Sootstar agrees with her son. StarClan has abandoned them. How else could everything be going so wrong? She feels sick.

So, what now? It's a question she longs to ask, but Icebreath can't find her courage nor her voice.
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[heathermoon !!]

Heatherpaw watched, feeling like a gnat among them. Small, silent and unnoticed. The ruddy toms gaze fluttered between the still frame of Weaselclaw, sickened and weak from the weight of disease. It felt unnatural seeing him so still... defeated. The Lead had met a tragic end he hoped to never see for himself; clutched in deaths paws by none other than a wasting sickness. Not even a formal enemy, nothing you could meet with teeth against fur. A beast that ate from the inside- he had seen it with his own mother. While her sickness wasn't yellowcough, the grief felt the same.

Odd-shaded sights watch as Sootstar rejects the tradition of the stones at his resting place. Her words bring concern, drawing unease deep within him. Her wild gaze, her frenzied words spoke against the stars and he swallowed the gasp in his throat.

Blasphemy.

Heatherpaw forced his jaws shut as he looked for the reactions of his Clanmates, all of them standing against her aside from her son- Sootspot. Perhaps he truly was a mirror to the Moorland Queen, but how could this be? Did she still not have their blessings? Did she not continue to rise after death, gifted by StarClan's love as they breathed air into her lungs again?

"If StarClan hates us, hates WindClan..." Heatherpaw's voice slowly rose above the silence, wondering if he would regret this. "Will you still continue to rise after death, Sootstar? Did they take your gifts away?" ​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ RED MACKEREL TABBY ✦ 10 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[cottonsprig]

Come on. Move.

Cottonpaw is numb to the world as she wills her father's corpse to shift. She wants his chest to rise with weighty breaths, his tail to twitch and his eyes to flutter open. He wants him to treat his death like nothing more than a nap and though she knows it will never happen, she still prays that it will. She silently tells him how much she'll miss him, about how she'll make him proud, keep her moor-runner-siblings in line and Bluepaw's head from swelling too much. She tells him she loves him, over and over again, and how she hopes that he can hear her in StarClan. Even better she hopes to see him again. The moonstone is just beyond their territory, maybe with permission, she can -

Sootstar is angry. Cottonpaw is pulled from her thoughts suddenly and she sees pebbles scattered to the wind, some kicked further just to placate the moorland Queen. Questions bubble from concerned lips and Cottonpaw even gets to experience her dear sister, faltering. Her chest constricts and she sits a little taller, matching Bluepaw's posture only to press against the other more comfortingly. Her ears fold back however as Sootspot begins speaking, and soon enough their mother agrees with him. "StarClan holds no love for WindClan," She says. "Cursed," he had said, before he went. Her father - both of her parents - stood against StarClan and their whims... is that why they are cursed? Questions bubble up in her chest and yet she has so little to say.

StarClan wouldn't abandon them so quickly. But Sootstar says they have. The young girl is at a loss for words, even as her friend asks Sootstar of her remaining lives. Surely, surely, her mother would reanimate like before. StarClan cannot just... revoke their gifts, can they? She's unsure.​

 

[Addervenom]

His fangs lay barred tightly together, ivory grinding subtly behind the rippling of his jaws. His hellish amber gaze burns against the dusty tabby pelt of his father. The glare practically demanded the former lead to reanimate and live amongst them once more. But it doesn't and his pelt dares to prickle alongside the ruff of his shoulders. Righteous anger ignites a roaring flame deep within. Realization highlights the very notion of Weasleclaw being taken from them forever. All due to Wolfsong's negligence, in his opinion. Now Moorpaw and Mintshade's lives swayed in the balance and he could only hope they too did not meet the same fate.

So entrapped by his own grief, Addervenom fails to notice Sootstar's paw flicking the stones blessed by starclan away. But the seething voice that follows suit rouses him just like his siblings. The bridge of his nose wrinkles with vague disapproval. "Starclan does not want him." How could they not after all he has done for both windclan and the starry felines above. Weasleclaw was a prime example of a devout warrior, loyal to the cause. "He said we're cursed" His throat tightens as his gaze cuts to Cottonpaw briefly, noting her rigid posture mirroring Bluepaw's. Those words often plagued his mind. But for Sootstar to admit that starclan no longer cared for their most favored clan was almost blasphemous. Yet everything fell in line with the narrative.

It started with the frequent losses against enemy clans. Then quickly escalated into more with the onsalaught of yellowcough and now a plague of rogues. If they were truly favored, wouldn't they have been spared such tribulation? Addervenom glanced at Sootspot, giving his older half sibling a curt nod to illustrate his agreement. "The other clans have always envied windclan's strength and good fortune. If their dead have all banded together to deny windclanners entrance into starclan then what good is it to worship them any further?" He growled softly, anger beginning to seep into his tone. All his life he'd been taught to look to the stars and now his mother was proclaiming they were spitting in windclan's face. What did Weasleclaw die for if not to gain admittance into starry afterlife?

His gaze trails over Heatherpaw, grimacing at the apprentice's question. Surely that was not possible, right? Would starcan take lives they once gifted? Tail lashing he shakes his head. "Sootstar still stands strong as windclan's leader, extra lives or not. Even If starclan has forsaken us, do not doubt her strength." Though he hoped her lives still remained with her. If not, then his claws were her's to offer extra protection. ​

»»———- windclan warrior / nine moons old / he/him ———-««​

 

[VENOMSTRIKE]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The moor runner was not far from the crowd that was here to mourn the loss of Weaselclaw yet what takes him back is the words that are tumbling from Sootstar's maw and he truly believes that she has gone mad. His ears press against his skull as she speaks of Starclan having no love for Windclan and another clanmates speaks asking if they would take away the extra lives from Sootstar, Starclan's gifts to the moor queen. A frown present on his scarred maw as he keeps his distance not wanting to potentially get lashed out at from the Windclan leader and his eyes watch her cautiously. It makes him wonder...

If she and Weaselclaw had rejected Starclan... Where would they go? Would they roam Windclan and never find true rest? His gaze focuses on Addervenom as he speaks and he can't help but feel uneasy, he continues to dwell on his thoughts before resting his gaze onto the grave where the former lead warrior had been buried. He hopes the tom finds rest... Wherever it be.

➷ HELL AND HIGH WATER, TO LAY HERE TOGETHER

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  ⁀➷ 44 moons old
  ⁀➷ windclan moor runner
  ⁀➷ bisexual homoromantic; single; padding after rattleheart
  ⁀➷ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⁀➷ med difficultly in combat; relies on brute strength and his ability to quickly strike
  ⁀➷ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⁀➷ penned by bosstaurus

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[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar can see the loss on their faces, the confusion, the devastation. She knows not what to offer them to help the truth. Yet while they pain and look to her in horror, she strangely feels the best she has in moons. This unbearable weight, this horrible blasphemous secret no longer needed to be kept. It felt good, they knew. WindClan knew.

Heatherpaw dares to ask a question many likely wondered. Addervenom, her dutiful and loyal son, defends her by reminding the clan extra lives or not, she’s still their strong and capable leader. ”I still have my lives, StarClan cannot take them from me.” Or at least they haven’t… anyways. ”But Addervenom is right. StarClan’s favor or not I’m the same leader I’ve always been. I will continue to do what is best for WindClan, we will remain strong and feared.” She vows, though really she means she’ll continue to do what is best for herself.

She looks down upon her fallen mate once more, with a heavy sigh she begins to pile dirt ontop of him. One last glance at his handsome pelt.

Until they meet again where the stars cannot watch them.

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » 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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