I REMEMBER THE VIEW — frostwind

[RUMBLERAIN]

Granitepelt's call for retreat had felt like a dousing of leafbare rain. They should have had longer; a Gathering doesn't end until the leaders have conducted their business, unless the moon ... they hadn't seen the moon. Over their shoulder Rumblerain sees the clouds, heavy and ominous, where the moon should be. So used to moving around in the evenings now and so enthralled by battle, they'd barely noticed the change in light—

An impact jolts them back to reality. In their glance back they miss the tuxedo form that appears in their path (they curse inwardly, suddenly aware of a tunnel entrance nearby) and slam bodily into their littermate. Skinny with hunger and bleeding, they don't have much to do aside from topple over and spit with annoyance as they roll to right themself after a heartbeat.

"Get out of the way, Frostpaw."

It's only after they've spoken that Rumblerain realises that they don't know his name.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦

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  [ art by antiigone ]
• RUMBLERAIN ✧ they/them, deputy of duskclan
  
  
  — "a lanky, scruffy seal and white point with blue eyes."
  — single ; mentoring privetpaw
  — speech is in #D4882D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* The battle had raged, and Frostwind had fought. He’d searched for his sibling first, but when another of the lanky rogues had leaped at him, he’d been forced to defend himself in a flash of claws and teeth. It had been a near thing, his victory, but the other had dashed off in pursuit of Granitepelt as the tom fled. For a moment Frostwind’s eyes catch on the fallen figure of his leader—and then they harden, a lake frozen over as he witnesses a life ripped away from Sunstar. And then… another? He can’t be sure. But there’s nothing he can do, so… what’s left? Make sure no more of them get away.

The tom has tucked himself into a tunnel near the exit, deciding to lay in wait. He’s prepared to pounce upon any foul DuskClanner who tries to make their escape, or make off with some poor WindClan kits. And as the sky darkens, he spots one of the rogues darting for the exit. He barrels out of the tunnel with a warning growl, ready to lash out—and then he meets their eyes. Clear blue, icy as his own, and recognition fills his expression as Rumblerain tumbles to the ground.

Frostwind turns to the side, showing the other his flank as he looks down at them. Any good warrior would lunge at them now, but the tunneler instead watches as his sibling gathers themself to their feet. They call him by his apprentice name, and it’s a harsh reminder of just how long they’ve been gone. "That isn’t my name anymore. But… you wouldn’t know that. Do you wanna guess it? Or should I tell you?" His question is cool and collected, but his stance remains the same. He doesn’t want them to leave—to abandon him again. He just has to… convince them to stick around until the rest of the rogues leave, right?

❆ outpace the dawn

• ooc: —
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  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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[RUMBLERAIN]

There's an arrogance to Frostpaw's stance that isn't funny, but is at the same time bitterly amusing. Rumblerain's tail whisks along the ground as they stand opposite him. Of course he has his name. Would they have mocked him, if he didn't? Probably not.

Eyes narrow, they try to remember things about Frostpaw. A tunneller in training. Sickly, once: yellowcough had nearly taken him from them. Feline lips press together in a harsh line as Rumblerain remembers time spent pacing, wondering if the next announcement of a life lost would be their littermate. They wouldn't have had anyone left, if it had; the littermates of their absent mother, Rumblerain thinks, do not count.

They look him up and down, a critical blue eye dragging over patterned fur. Their ear, the whole one this time, twitches before they make an unfounded guess.

"... Frostbreeze, then." Ironic, wouldn't it? But a loyalist to Sootstar's wayward deputy would surely be rewarded with a name that denoted the shambling Clan he'd stayed among. Rumblerain's tail lashes again, agitated again, mind straying to black-and-white fur on the far side of the forest. It wouldn't be long now until they could go back. The hunting is easier in Twolegplace, at least.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦

• // i realised writing this that the three named littermates all have weather names<333
• 
  
  [ art by antiigone ]
• RUMBLERAIN ✧ they/them, deputy of duskclan
  
  
  — "a lanky, scruffy seal and white point with blue eyes."
  — single ; mentoring privetpaw
  — speech is in #858AC0
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* Rumblerain stays rooted in place—good. He doesn’t know what he wants them to do, if he wants them to stay or to attack him or to run off with their tail tucked like the rest of their band of rogues. But his littermate hangs around, a ghost of their former self, too-thin figure lingering about because he won’t let them pass. If they tried… maybe he’d let them go. Maybe he’d find the strength to watch them leave again. Maybe he’d leave with them.

No. He wouldn’t go with them. They’ve taken up the mantle of a villain, now, and he isn’t willing to go that far, even for the only sibling who hadn’t run off to the mountains when he could have died at any moment. But they give him a once-over, and guess his name—Frostbreeze. It sounds… soft. Weak. Like Periwinklebreeze, it sounds as though he should wear flowers strung throughout his pelt and care for each and every kit who passes by his paws. It is not him. Fallen from his sibling’s maw, it sounds somewhat fitting; he bares his teeth in a crooked grin.

"Better," he counters his sibling’s guess, a single shadowed brow lifting with a touch of arrogance. This boldness is unlike him, but confronted with his sibling, he has to be assertive. They’ve missed so much while they’ve been away with Granitepelt—with their DuskClan. Do they know that their mother is the deputy now? Do they even know that their father still lives? "My name is Frostwind. It suits me best, don’t you think?" Better than that bastardization of our father that you carry.

❆ outpace the dawn

• ooc: they match <3
• 
  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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