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[WINDSTRIDER]

The air was frigid against their skin, carding straight through their pelt to meet the warm flesh beneath. Out in the fields, there was no insulation, all the tall grasses slumbering as seeds beneath the frozen ground. And yet, they loved it, relishing in the breeze. Windstrider could get lost in it, their birthplace, tasting its scent on their tongue. They'd been on the earth for moons upon moons now, and warriorhood had been hoisted upon their narrow shoulders, yet there was still something new and enchanting to the rolling plain. Who could ever hate this?

Their eyes flutter open, vision trailing to the twin pawprints leading down the hill. A frown struck their face falcon-fast, and they realized with muted horror that they were slacking. Silent, acute steps led them in a trot towards Soot-squared. "Good to be out here as warriors," they purr honestly. Windstrider's favourite part of this new role was the lack of supervision; claustrophobic for both surroundings and other cats, their fur was lowered comfortably knowing they weren't being observed by their mentor. Unless he was somewhere watching... Shivering, they fell into step beside their family. @SOOTSTAR @SOOTPAW ​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

Bitter winds toss at her fur and sting her nose, the air was cool and crisp. Despite the temperature the sun shone high in the sky and she swore she could just manage to feel its gentle rays kiss her back, it was enough to make her softly purr.

It was a good day to be out in the open, even if she would always prefer the secrecy of tunnels and dirt around her. From her temporary perch on a slope she watches son and child begin to converse, basking in new found warrior hood. Pride swells up inside the mother and her heart quickens. To think mere nine moons ago they had been nursed at her stomach, she remembers the tiny kittens they had once been as if it were yesterday.

”And what fine warriors you both have become. StarClan themselves could not be more pleased.” Praise was difficult to earn from Sootstar, her children would know for her to utter these words to them was a great feat. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 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

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

╰ ★ ჻ 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

╰ ★ ჻ 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.​

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[SOOTCHASER]

once considered a nuisance from tangles easily acquired, leaf-bare has fostered an appreciation for his long fur. it protects sootchaser from the bitter wind, and though it is a mild annoyance to have it whipping into his face as the gusts buffet the mother-child trio, he prefers this to his extremities freezing off.

the hills are beautiful as they always are, golden waves rolling across the ridge. sootchaser always finds himself appreciating the view each outing, olivine eyes observing with a fondness rarely given to actual entities outside of his mother and sibling. although his mother prefers the confinement of the tunnels, he, for once, does not share that particular sentiment with his namesake; he couldn't imagine life spent trapped in burrows, where sunlight does not follow. when he feels the wind upon his face, he is free.

windstrider's voice breaks sootchaser from his reverie, a tufted ear flicking in his sibling's direction. good to be out here as warriors, they echo sootchaser's own heart, of which sings upon his mother's praise. the prince smiles, one that is awkward and unpracticed, though it is genuine. he's worked hard to reach this point, and to know that his hard-to-please mother and queen sees his progress is a reward in and of itself. (the newfound freedom that his title blesses him with is a benefit, too. no longer will he be seen as a child inferior to those only a moon or two older.) "thank you," sootchaser dips his head, manners unforgotten when in the presence of sootstar. poised is the delivery, ignoring the inner child within that skips and beams with glee. such would be unbecoming of him, wouldn't it?

sootchaser turns to his sibling, tail curling ever-so-slightly. "but just because we're warriors now, doesn't mean that we can take it easy... what do you say to a race, to keep our skills sharp?" under the guise of practice, sootchaser extends the competitive offer. truthfully, he wants to test himself against his sibling, to see how far they've both improved... and hope that he's improved at least a fraction more than them.

his mother is welcome to join, too; sootchaser hopes that she would, so that he could gauge how close he is to perfection. but with her swollen belly, he wonders if she could... can a heavily pregnant queen participate in strenuous activities? he's no healer, so he's unsure.​

 

[WINDSTRIDER]

The cold of the wind is nothing compared to that small praise. Ever seeking it, Windstrider beams, fighting their childish smile and failing, a glint of joyful teeth. To think even the divine blessed them, looked upon them as a fine asset to WindClan's warrior team... This would give them enough energy for the week, burning the words in their breath, a sentence for each lung. Giddy, and less composed than their regal brother, they bounce on their heels when they chime with Sootchaser, "Thank you, mother." Turning to him fully then, he proposes an activity for their stroll.

"A race," they echo, as if mulling it over. In their mind, they've already answered duh; who would back down? In front of their mother, too, there was no chance to decline. "Of course! Always room for improvement." It's accented with a faux confident notch of their chin, to show there was really nothing they needed to improve on, right?

Windstrider stretches, hiding the smirk struggling to take the place of their easy smile between extended arms. Then, they look to Sootstar expectantly, tail swishing. "Will you come with us, or just judge?" An open offer to ensure an easy out, if pregnancy barred her from racing.​