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✧ Marmotbite.

✧ Marmotbite.

11/22/22-10/12/24
Controlled Burn [WC '24] Yellowcough [Sitewide Event '23] WindClan 10K
Nov 22, 2022
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CAUTION TAPE AROUND MY HEART
marmotpaw | 05 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973
There are not many here who marmotpaw cares much for. Most are annoying, or bothersome, or simply uninteresting. But not all. Sootstar is a living legend, a goddess given flesh - all but immortal. She is all that marmotpaw had ever spired o be, even long before her abrupt entrance into windclan. But this - a new rumor surfacing, this is much more attainable. Mismatched gaze flits about the camp as the diminutive feline pops up from the tunnels, pelt and paws smudged with dirt but doing nothing to take from her appearance. She looks about the camp until she finally finds the object of her attentions - her newest obsession. A familiar blue pelt and fiery eyes. Marmotpaw can easily believe the rumors true - but that doesn't stop her from padding over, blinking up at the blue-one - azaleapaw, she thinks. "I heard summat interesting today - didja really kill a trespasser once?" she has to know her secrets - she wants to be the best after all. The world is kill or be killed, and marmot takes pride in being a winner. She will survive.

// @Azaleapaw
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She had only paused for a moment in her duties, knowing that if she were still for too long someone would come to accuse her of being lazy and she'd have to hold herself back from digging claws into their face. She had just put a nice plump mouse into the pile when Marmotpaw approached her. She was one of the few cats here she didn't want to watch drown in the gorge, and they had already shared moss duty together once before.

She didn't know her all that well, though, so the conversation starter took her off guard a little.

"Yes." She answered honestly. Whether by luck or skill, she managed to kill a trespasser. "They were hunting on our territory and caught a rabbit I had been tracking. So... I attacked them..." She said. "They tried to kill me, so I returned the favor." She finished with a shrug.

She still remembered being covered in blood. She only wished it were the blood of someone who had wronged her. Sure, the rogue had technically been one of those cats, but....It wasn't the SAME.

Looking down at someone smaller than her made her feel bigger than she thought she was. She'd never been asked about a feat she had done before. And here Marmotpaw was, asking her about the rogue she had killed with interest. Honestly? She wasn't sure how to feel about it. But whatever she felt right now, it wasn't....Bad. Had she impressed someone???
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TIGERFROST ♂
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WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

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"I remember that." The brute comments from where he sat, grooming himself, nearby. He had recently returned from a hunting patrol, and his maw was still bloodied from a fresh hare carcass. "Rogues seem to have made themselves a persistent nuisance since WindClan's formation." Tigerfrost points out dryly with a flick of his tail. "Some of them, anyways." An added comment, acknowledging the former rogues that now served as warriors and lead warriors within the clan's ranks. He supposes that so early in WindClan life cycle, most cats came from different walks of life. Still, there had been more than enough rogue attacks in the past several moons to earn outsiders a suspicious reputation.​
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It was still a story that Sunstride could hardly believe. That an apprentice, a former kittypet no less, had managed such a brutal method of execution– it seems a story. But his clanmates had corroborated it, and so the warrior would believe it. It had given him a new light with which he may look at Azaleapaw. He did not hate the outsiders the way that some clanmates would. It was not to call him kind or welcoming, but he is an outsider himself. Did they deserve the opportunity to prove themselves? Perhaps not. But once given, he will not hold it against them that they must work. WindClanners may know already, but there is no shame in efforts made. It has made him look at her not as one worthy of his ire or beneath his attention, but as a warrior to be. And if she may continue on her path, without unnecessary violence, she may even become a good one.

"I still find myself curious about how exactly this came to be. Perhaps you may regale us all with the entirety of it." Sunstride relaxes back to his haunches, nearby Tigerfrost. Though the other lead warrior's comment had left a faint sting of displeasure upon his maw, he smooths it quickly. For all that WindClan has gone through, it is not his fault that he dislikes them so. Even if he has proven himself; not all had.
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﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤
  • ooc: —
  • SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
    —— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
    —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
    —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.

    sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
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Badgermoon could hardly begrudge anyone for their origins - he himself had an unremarkable backstory as a loner, adrift in an indifferent world. WindClan had given him purpose, belonging, hope: had given him his life, in truth, and for that reason his loyalty was absolute. He could see no reason why someone from a different life couldn't undergo the same transformation. Besides, actions in the present mattered far more than circumstances of the past - so if he had any dislike of Azaleapaw, it was only for her attitude, not her birthplace. And he had dealt with his fair share of sour-tempered apprentices, besides.

"It'll be quite something to tell your kits about, one day, should you choose to have them." noted the black-and-white tom with a twitch of his whiskers, taking a seat next to Sunstride and attempting to lean against him in an easy gesture of fondness. And, perhaps, of reassurance: Tigerfrost wasn't wrong that they had been besieged by rogues with ill intentions, but rogues had also formed an important part of the Clan, and he would hate for that to be forgotten.​
 
CAUTION TAPE AROUND MY HEART
marmotpaw | 06 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973
Eyes go even wider if such a thing is possible - and she's practically vibrating in excitement. "Thats so cool!" her enthusiasm is quickly curbed by the arrival of others. Though she has learned by now that anything going on within the camp does not remain private for very long, she had been here first. She really hates sharing. A frown tugging at her lips as her tail puffs and fur bristles, though she manages to refrain from opening her mouth and saying something she will later regret her irritation is clear to read. "hmph..." the fiery-one's idea has some merit though - she'd certainly love to hear more about the tale.

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