private HEAVEN’S INCARNATE // howling wind



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Tunneling was once done with ease, but now she felt labored as she moved through the unground cobweb. Sootstar is well aware most queens were settled down in the nursery by now, resting until they had their kits, then continuing to nest as they nursed. Sootstar, however, had some unorthodox beliefs And tried out many unusual methods to make her kits grow stronger in the womb. Perhaps now she tunnels with a heavy belly in hopes that’ll somehow bless them with perfect tunneling genes, or maybe night vision?

It’s a dangerous game, Sootstar was typically tiny but her pregnancy has caused her to grow in width. Just barely could she fit into some of the pathways, at the feeling of air she decides to call this quits. Her paws dread leaving the tunnels, knowing it may have just been her last trip down here for awhile.

The setting sun glares slightly into her eyes, the white as can be snow somehow managed to burn worse however than the flaming ball in the sky. Despite her skewed vision she faintly spots a movement of brown along the ThunderClan border line. She looks, and though well camouflaged against the forest backdrop she grows aware that the movement is that of a feline. Not just any cat either, Howling Wind. An odd sense of ease washes over her, sometimes seeing cats from the marsh group was like seeing an ally- even if not the case… as blatantly demonstrated by Cicadastar.

Usually she was not the talkative type, but something compels her to take a slight step forward and begin speaking. ”Howling Wind. It’s been a long time.” Sootstar murmurs.

//sorry lame starter @HOWLING WIND, when you want this to take place in the timeline of clan happenings is up to you

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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )

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

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


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╰ ★ ჻ 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
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

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╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.
 
// I'll say this is before Ember's death!

Cruel. Leaf-bare is cruel, and it continues to remind her. Not a single catch on this entire outing and the tabby is just about to give up hope. Perhaps one of the hunting patrols brought back something substantial, because she sure as hell will be coming back empty-pawed.

She trails along the WindClan border, eyeing the distant Fourtrees with curiosity. What prey lurked there, in neutral territory? Would she have better luck beneath the towering oaks that bordered the Great Rock? Her thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice, and she turns her head to see Sootstar. A very pregnant Sootstar.

Howling Wind gazes at her in surprise at first, blinking. She wasn't at the last Gathering, having been recovering from Trufflepelt's attack. It's a surprise to see the WindClan leader pregnant again; the last time they were allies she looked the same. "Congratulations - has your medicine cat taken a guess to how many?" She mews, nodding towards her swollen stomach.