private LET US SIT SO QUIETLY [rattlebies]

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The chilled weather has let up slightly, allowing for a warmer afternoon than WindClan has experienced over the past few days. Her hunting had been successful earlier in the day and Scorchstar finds her spirits somewhat lifted; as she returns to camp, she allows herself to rest for the barest moment. But rather than truly relaxing, the leader's mind churns with concerns. As the weather grows colder, much of WindClan will be exposed to ice and snow—her fellow tunnelers can find shelter easily underground, but what of the moor runners? The calico has been preoccupied with ensuring the clan is fed, so she has little idea how the winter dens are faring in terms of comfort. Are they ready for WindClan's warriors and apprentices to move in when the coldest part of winter settles upon the clan?

Golden eyes pass over the entrance to an unused den, one that held great warmth at one point. It had also held great darkness, long before—but now, there is the chance to make it hold light.

The leader rises to her paws, quickly finding the clanmates she is searching for. When she approaches, her expression is stiff, but fireglow comfort resides in her gaze. "Kits… come with me, if you will." Calling them kits is reductive, isn't it? They are apprentices now. But they will forever be Rattleheart's kits, so is it truly so bad for her to refer to them as such? "I wanted to… offer you all something, as well. Every clan leader has their own den, one that is warm and sheltered from the elements. If you wish, your father can join you—I will make the same offer to Scorchstorm and Frostwind, though I doubt Frostwind will accept." Her son, much like herself, has claimed a sleeping space of his own in a short tunnel. She doubts that Scorchstorm would mind sharing a den with her kin, but approaching the topic with her daughter is sure to be a delicate matter.

YOU KNOW I DESERVE IT ☽♰☾ WELL, TAKE IT OUT ON ME

• ooc: @bunnypaw @breezepaw @THISTLEPAW ! @SPLINTERPAW. @crunchykit
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• SCORCHSTAR ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ she/they, leader of windclan, tunneler
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & brackenpaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[bunnypaw]

Being approached by her aunt is not as scary of an experience as she might consider it to be. Sunstar, perhaps, would've rattled every bone in her body just by existing alone. But Scorchstar... she'd been there for the young apprentice since she was born. Never once has the ember scarred molly caused Bunnypaw to fear or tremble. Disappointing the other is still a very real fear - but in the moment, in the slice of warmth and happiness that burrows itself into camp, the apprentice does not dwell. She simply experiences what she is meant to experience.

"Your..." sunflower eyes find the empty den not far from them, cold with misuse - but open for their litter and kin. Bunnypaw cannot claim that she's much enjoyed the openness of camp, not with the threat of hawks and more that often circle above them. But still... are they worth this gift? Scorchstar herself could live in the den, comfortably. But she'd be alone, wouldn't she? Bluepool no longer roams the moors with them, neither does Rattleheart... Bunnypaw thinks she'd be too lonely, to sleep in such a big den without her littermates, or even a future partner.

"Are you sure?" she murmurs quietly, her ears folding to her head. "You... You can stay with us?" she suggests thereafter. "We can all stay in there. It's... big enough, maybe."​

 

[breezepaw]

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·: breezepaw follows behind her siblings, teeth working anxiously away at her cheek. they were being summoned, by a leader no less. of course, scorchstar was no normal leader. but despite the fact they shared blood, this didn't feel any less stifling.

her brow raises when the leader offers her den for their use, glancing immediately to her littermates. it'd be selfish to take it, right? there were kits, others who might want to cozy up somewhere away from the cold. but they were not offered. in her mind, she urges a more verbose sibling to take it for all of them, to let them spend this leafbare together and warm.

bunnypaw seems hesitant, 'are you sure?' she asks, chocolate ears dipping meekly to her skull. breezepaw's jaw tightens, blue eyes flicking from her sister back to her aunt. "thank you, scorchstar." breezepaw all but accepts without question. this winter was already proving to be cruel, they would be smart to readily accept any kindness they could get their claws on.

‎‎HEY YOU, BIG STAR // ✧ TELL ME WHEN ITS OVER ☽✧:·.

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• BREEZEPAW ✦ SHE/HER, WINDCLAN APPRENTICE, 8 ☾.
  ✧ a small, yet leggy longhaired blue point chimera with icy eyes and a long tail.
  ✧ rattleheart x venomstrike / / littermate to thistlepaw, bunnypaw, splinterpaw, and crunchypaw.
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ✧ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SPLINTERPAW.]

BUT MAYBE THAT'S A LIE​

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kindness these days is to be taken with such a small grain of sand. splinterpaw has more than half a mind to wonder why she is doing this in the first place but then he remembers... she's family. she's been there for them since they were born, all of them, and now she is trying to do right by them by offering them a place to stay... offering them... kindness. his tail twitches nervously as he stands near his sisters, brows furrowing as he thinks before he just nods his head.

"you hafta stay too. you can't... be in the cold, alone. we, uhm, will keep you warm."

he doesnt want this without scorchstar. but... he also doesn't want this without his dad, either.

"what... about dad?"

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[THISTLEPAW !]

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Whenever Scorchstar approaches, Thistlepaw feels himself softening his demeanor while straightening his posture, with some degree of properness. She is their blood, but she was still the Leader, it felt only right to act like so in her presence. But his eyes are gentle, lacking the general skepticism and contempt in their shine; his ears are perked and she has his full attention.

She's offering us the Leader's den? Frosted gaze flicks from her tri-colored frame to the empty yet inviting crevice. "Thank you," Such an act of kindness would not be questioned by him. Scorchstar was his relative, the closest thing he had to a mother since Rattleheart's passing— which didn't mean she was a replacement for his parent, of course, but he. . . longed for the maternal love he could no longer receive.

"We would all like if you joined us." Thistlepaw adds, parroting what Bunnypaw and Splinterpaw had said. They could all share a nest, and as Leaf-bare approached, they could use the warmth.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 *:･ﾟ✧ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓

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  THISTLEPAW he / him apprentice of windclan
  son of Rattleheart x Venomstrike, brother to Bunnypaw, Crunchykit, Breezepaw and Splinterpaw.
  Lissom seal-point prickly-furred feline with white markings on his face, chest, belly, paws and tail. His tail is long and has a tufted tip.
  "speech" thoughts

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