LUZ Y SOMBRA [✨] meeting 03.16

[SOOTSTAR]

It was amazing to see the leader on Tallrock considering her recent state, but there was much to discuss; not to mention the promotion of her children. If there was anything that could motivate her it was them in this time of need. Climbing onto her now snow-free throne she bellows into the clearing, ”All cats old enough to race the moors gather beneath the Tallrock for a clan meeting!”

//stalling and using this post primarily for shout outs! Will continue very soon
Activity shoutouts this month go to; @MALLOWLARK @TIGERFROST @WEASELCLAW @Badgermoon @SUNSTRIDE @WOLFSONG @SNAKEPAW @Periwinklebreeze. @sunflowerpaw @Bluepool and @GRAVELPAW ! Excellent activity to all of you, keep up the great work and thank you!
Again the quota is 15 posts due to high clan activity, it’s steep and challenging to make only midway into the month so do not be discouraged! It by no means labels you as inactive, you are still seen!!! ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 03/13

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╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 39 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 Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to N/A
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[TIGERFROST]

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Another moon, another meeting. But, this time, Tigerfrost can hardly get out of his nest. His eyes are pained and his coat is tattered. Still, he manages to stumble his way out of the medicine den, perhaps to the dismay of Vulturemask (or perhaps not), if only to be able to hear Sootstar's ringing announcements from where he now rested beneath the open sky.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 08 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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He has awaited this moment with baited breath. Unwilling to take part in the raid, unable to go to the gathering. This meeting tonight is his only source of information. At his leaders call, the boy is quick to scramble from his nest, hardly caring to notice tigerfrost doing the same, instead weaving his way over on shaking paws. Can they feel it to? This tension, this anxiety, this uncertainty? Is his mother dead-? No, he supposes she must not be, for they would have certainly bragged about it by now. They apprentice takes a seat, slim figure coiled tight in an attempt to make himself appear smaller. Harmless, a non-threat. Pathetic. The things he does to survive.

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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Snakepaw gathers beneath Sootstar's throne and seats himself, straightening his spine and sitting proudly. Everyone is expecting the leader to address the raid upon RiverClan. Would he be acknowledged for his efforts? This had been his first real fight, after all. A few bites and scratches littered his form, but nothing too major. He was a strong and skilled WindClanner, even as young as he was; it was simply in his blood!​

 

[Bluepool]

"SPEECH"
Bluepool wears the wounds that litter her pelt with pride as she makes her way to the tall rock. Her sisters summons are what draw her forward on steady paws. If she is hurting she doesn’t dare show it. Her pride won’t let her. Weakness was not acceptable after all, that is what she had been taught all her life. She would not let anyone, including her clanmates, see her hurting.

She takes a seat, sparing only a short look around at her clanmates as she does, taking note what everyone else’s current state is before she tilts her silver head to look at her sister, waiting for the meeting to commence.
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[GRAVELSNAP]

Their wounds ache, crusted with blood and itching enough to drive them just a bit mad. They’ve hardly resisted the urge to scratch at the lacerations across their forehead, and the one on their ear stings like a big bite.

At Sootstar’s call, they glance around the camp to see her atop the meeting rock. With a sigh, they pad over to settle stiffly beside Periwinklepaw—not their first choice, but a comforting presence after the hell that was their ambush on RiverClan.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[SUNSTAR]

Standing beneath Sootstar once more feels strange, after all that has occurred. The battle had been a bloody tempest, none of them returning unscathed. His own wounds still glimmer and ache with the rest of his clanmates', yet he wears them with an easy pride. These are not the first scratches that have made travel difficult, nor the worst of the wounds he has carried. It is only a reminder of his own survival, and the knowledge that WindClan had made their point beneath the stars once more. Their leader had not joined them on the field of battle, and now it only serves to make her presence all the more surreal. An untouched presence so far above them all.

Allowing himself to settle in alongside the other lead warriors, he takes only the smallest of moments to murmur to them, "Well done. The raid would not have been half as much a success without our efforts combined." Though they must certainly be as wearied as he, there is pride to them as there always must be.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and 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.
• "speech"

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[Azaleafrost]

She was tattered and covered in dried blood, weary and wanting to go to sleep. Of course, as she was about to, Sootstar had to call a meeting. So she sighed and dragged herself over to the tall rock to sit beside Periwinklepaw on the opposite side of Gravelpaw. She wondered if she would be acknowledged.

Or would Sootstar's wild born pride leave her unsung? She knew it was a possibility. If it did happen, she would just have to sit in bitter silence.
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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierkit wanted to feel prideful and grown-up in this moment, but it was hard to when Kestrelsnap wouldn’t stop grooming him up and down! He has settled down for the meeting and has already began to feel her tongue comb through his fur for what felt like the hundredth time! It was humiliating, even if all of his litter-mates were getting the same treatment.

He aims to gently bat at Kestrelsnap in an effort to make her cease grooming him, ”I’m not going to be a kitten anymore, Kestrelsnap!“ He groans and complains. He could not let her embarrass him like this! Not today, and never again now that he’d be out of the nursery! Outside of this brief interaction, he liked the spotted torbie, she raised him and looked after him alongside his parent after all. But growing up was all a kitten ever wanted to do, and Harrierkit was looking to do so as quickly as possible! Once he was named a ’paw he was leaving his nursery days in the dust. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 03-17

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

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· HARRIERKIT, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 3 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[Badgermoon]

It was strange indeed to be attending a meeting so soon after so many momentous events, but strange in a comforting way, perhaps - perhaps an indication of normalcy's return. "Just a few moments, now." Badgermoon murmured this to Harrierkit as he padded carefully past, casting the impatient soon-to-be-apprentice a grin. It was surely an exhilarating moment for the kitten; he himself could hardly believe it was time for Sootstar and Weaselclaw's children to become apprentices. Vaguely, he felt a stab of regret that he would not get the opportunity to mentor any of them; Snakepaw was his most recent assignment, and he could only hope that he would be able to transform the boy into a strong WindClan warrior. He certainly had the spunk for it, if nothing else. Speaking of...the deputy ambled over to the green-eyed youth and sat at his side, wriggling his eyebrows as if to say "soon enough, it'll be time for your warrior ceremony,".​

 

[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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Vulturemask won't be happy, but Sunflowerpaw refuses to miss this meeting. Their twisted paw, the consequence of their own carelessness rather than the more worthy cause of retribution that now mars their Clanmate's pelts, has kept them from far too much already. The raid, the gathering. Both, the apprentice spent holed away in the medicine den under Vulturemask's watchful eye. This isn't so far, though, isn't so impossible. And the kits will be apprenticed now, their friends, they don't want to miss that.

They pull themself from the medicine den, movements awkward and unsteady as they walk on three paws. No weight on their injured paw, that they can do. Periwinklepaw first catches their eye, but the two next to him cause them to keep distance. Azaleapaw, mostly. She scares them.

After only a few uncertain steps outside the medicine den, Sunflowerpaw stops. Near enough to hear the announcements, but still sitting apart. Best not to injure their leg any further, they suppose.

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IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

⟪ OOC ⟫ ⟪ INFO ⟫ ⟪ REF ⟫

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• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 4 moons. semiverbal.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[KESTRELSNAP ༊]

❝ A kit's apprentice ceremony is a tumultuous time for a nursing queen. Pride battles with pending loss, especially on a day so soon after the battle with RiverClan. Kestrelsnap's tongue works it's way into Harrierkit's patchy coat, but her eyes skim from him to each of their Clanmates. Fresh wounds, open to the sky, laid upon them by an enemy so close.

It's not the conflict of a warrior who believes a battle was ill-fought, but of a mother and nurse who knows the tiny kits she's reared will one day be soldiers on the front line. Kestrelsnap has no doubt Sootstar's brood will be among the fiercest WindClan has ever harbored, but the gentle tug of sadness keeps her busy with her grooming.

Harrierkit is one of the first to protest. She smiles, pulling herself back from the moorland prince, giving her head a shake. "Don't you want to look your best for your special day, hmm?" The tortoiseshell wrinkles the bridge of her nose. "You'll be doing your own grooming from now on, and I expect you remember how to do it right!" Amber eyes narrow, though her tone is dry with humor. "If I see any of you five wandering around with dirt and blood crusted in your pelt, I'll whack you upside the head, no matter how big you get!"

But her attention drifts to Sootstar, their true mother, their leader, and Kestrelsnap feels time buffeting her fur like an unwieldy gale. The last time, indeed. Kestrelsnap's duty is done -- but she will always have a place in her heart for them. You don't belong to me, but I will be here watching you do great things.

"Make WindClan proud," she murmurs to them, nudging the nearest kit forward with her muzzle."​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

With her clan now gathered she wastes no time in commencing the meeting. Before they could get to the meat and bones of it, however, she needed to answer a question and squish any treacherous thoughts among the crowd... "As many of you might have heard, StarClan sent the clans a sign at the gathering. A storm bolt that had landed on my seat on the Great Rock. I invite Vulturemask forward to reveal the meaning of this sign to you." Green eyes scan around for the scarred black-furred medicine cat.

// @VULTUREMASK ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 03/13

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

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 39 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 Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to N/A
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[whitedawn]

Today was meant to be a day of excitement, of complete eagerness at finally leaving the nursery, and beginning their training. But frankly, Whitekit was far from being in a good mood. Sootstar hosted the meeting during the day, and the sun was having its steady beam on the moorland. It wasn't a hot day, fairly cool really, but the heat was never an issue for her. With her eyes watery and squinted, and ears to the sides and flattened. She groomed herself lightly. Of course, there were likely lingering queens that could've assisted her, but asking felt.. wrong. Talking to her left caught her attention, and she watched Kestrelsnap and Harrietkit bicker with nothing but fondness as the queen groomed the tom kit and his littermates. A bubble of... discomfort? surged in her chest and she looked away, feeling as if she was intruding. Squinted rosy hues briefly scanned her clanmates as they gathered and the briefest of questions popped into her thoughts. Was Greyhawk here? The thought was there before she pressed it down soon after. She knew the answer. Greyhawk was likely at the meeting, but not for her. The thought caused a sudden ache in her heart and she glanced at the queens and her denmates once more. She remembered Sootstar's words on the day of the hurtful yet rare conversation with Greyhawk. Yet she disagreed with them. Kits didn't need mothers when they were weaned, yet Sootstar and Kesteralsnap were there for Sootstar's own litter. Why couldn't Greyhawk, her own mother, be there for her?
The leader's next words gained her attention and she glanced up. A storm bolt? Whitekit knew most of her clan left for the gathering, and usually, she'd be eager to learn of it. However, she simply wanted this day to be over so she can hide away again.​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonkit's fur isn't necessarily untamable, especially with Kestrelsnap's unyielding technique. However as she dries up from being rasped over one-hundred-and-one times, she can feel her long fur poofing up again. The kitten, though jittery with excitement, tries to remain still, as if stillness will keep from their nursemaid cleaning her an additional hundred times. Her brother whines and she lets out a quiet snicker, "You should leave his cowlick up, Kestrelsnap," she bids, wrinkling her nose playfully.

Her gaze flits around briefly when her mother welcomes Vulturemask forward, mention of the lightning bolt bringing a brief shiver down her spine. It has to be only good news - she doesn't think she could believe their medicine cat if he said it was anything but. Blue eyes flutter over Sunflowerpaw for a moment and she smiles, waving her tail towards the other in a muted greeting, before returning her attention to her mother.​

 

[MOORBLOSSOM]

At her mum's summons, the she-kit dawdles into the fray on antsy paws. Butterflies flutter all around inside her tummy, the ones that come when you're excited or scared. Moorkit feels both. Apprenticeship lays just beyond the horizon, a path untrodden she shall soon have to walk. Thinking about the wealth of chores and responsibilities which await her is a wee bit frightening, all the dirt to be removed from the elder's den and the prey in need of getting caught. But, she's going to lead the clan some day, the stars have almost certainly told her so, and such a fate cannot unfold if she doesn't grow up!

Moorkit's inky noggin careens to the helm of Tallrock. Mum stands tall from its summit, and sounds off about grown-up things she had yet to understand. "What's a gathering?" trills the girl, who settles down at Whitekit's wing. A parting glance is given to the contrastingly-coloured kit, and she silently wonders if the other is expecting a promotion as well. ​

 

[Firefang]

Her glare rests on the back of Periwinklepaw’s head where she sits among her clanmates. She wonders where he stands, if the poison of his mothers treachery ran deep in his blood or not. She’d keep an eye on him - she’d promised Sootstar not long ago she’d keep a keen eye on her clanmates. Even mousehearted wimps like him could turn; she wouldn’t soon forget about Yewberry’s exile and the fact Periwinklepaw had been testing her temper more and more. Playing with fire so to speak.

It's a brief look, one he may not even feel before it's soon casted back up towards a cat worthy of her attention; Sootstar.

It’s been a moon since she’s been made a warrior and many more would be joining the ranks; she wonders if Gravelpaw would be. It felt like it was time for them to earn their warrior name; they’d fought hard and wore the wounds to back up that claim. They deserved it and she hoped to hear their name cheered out. There was also the exciting prospect of Sootstar and Weaselclaw’s kits becoming apprentices, that bunch would be a pawful but one she was excited to watch. Whoever got them as apprentices would be lucky - and she hopes Sootstar would choose her despite her age. It’d be a honor.

For now she has little choice but to wait and listen, her claws pressing into the ground to calm her impatience. Her gaze would only leave Sootstar when she calls for Vulturemask to reveal the meaning of Starclan’s most recent omen; something she’d bore witness too on that damned night of yelling and whining.​

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[VULTUREMASK]

Vulturemask had left the den to attend the meeting but he didn't wander far away from his sacred place wanting to keep a close eye on it. He noticed some certain cats had left the medicine den that should have stayed resting in their nest. Whatever, if they decided to ignore him and act like fools that was on them. They better not come complaining about their wounds getting reopend later though...he was just gonna ignore them.

The story was entirely different when he spotted Sunflowerpaw leaving the den though. His cold stoic expression quickly changed into a intense worry. What were they doing out here for?!. They shouldn't leave their nest yet!. They should stay in bed. Vulturemask was about to stand up to get himself over there to order them back into the den but...he froze when he saw their injured leg. Guilt grapt a tight hold of his chest. He was the medicine cat, he was suppose to know what to do and know how to fix them. Vulturemask clenched his teeth, claws digging into the dirt. He just...looked away from them pretending to not have noticed...to not have seen them all because of guilt. If he couldn't fix them...could Sunflowerpaw ever become a warrior?.

The meeting started, and Sootstar called him up just like she had told him beforehand that she would.

Vulturemask stood up without any hesitation pushing the emotions away he had felt previously as he approached the tall rock so he could stand right below it before he turned around to face the crowd that stood before it ready for the biggest performer of his life. " You who where there at the gathering most have felt starclans wrath when that lightning strike down from the sky..It's okay to admit that it was...terrifying because you should. Starclan's wrath is not something to take lightly. However. Windclan should not be scared, starclans anger was not directed at us but their wrath were meant for the other clans..." he paused as he faced the sky above to look up at their ancestors.

" Windclan has been faced with unfairnes from the start from the other clans. That night starclan had enough. " He glanced back down again across the crowd, his head held high as his voice grew louder. " They struck that lightning down to show they are on our side, to give us strenght against the injust. It's the other clans who should feel scared over what judgement starclan might have in store for them if they do not change their ways. So stand tall Windclan know starclan has our back and pray some extra tonight to show your gratitude to our ancestors for standing up for us." With that said he lowerd down his head again and retreated himself at the back of the crowd his face never having been so stone-faced before.


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[TIGERFROST]

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Despite his injuries, he is most interested in what Sootstar has to say. The gathering had been explosive, and the raid had been as victorious as it had been bloody. Tigerfrost had remained outside the medicine den, his fur scented with bitter herbs. When he sights Whitekit, however, squinting through the sunlight, Tigerfrost feels a pang of sympathy for his younger clan-mate. He rises to his paws and limps over to the albino kitten, sitting next to her in a way that his shadow would fall across her form. It might not help her half-blinded eyes, but it would perhaps keep the sun off her pale skin. He also sees Sootstar's kits, freshly groomed (in some cases unwillingly, it seemed), and likely awaiting their ceremonies. Was it that time already? How fast they had grown...

Moorkit settles near to Whitekit, asking about what the gathering was, and Tigerfrost peers down at her, speaking quietly, "A large event where all five clans gather to discuss news beneath the full moon. There's a truce during this time." The tabby tom explains, then his attention returns to Sootstar.

I invite Vulturemask forward to reveal the meaning of this sign to you.

The lightning bolt. So many assumed that it was a bad omen, especially in the other clans. Tigerfrost had stubbornly refused to believe in such nonsense. WindClan had done nothing wrong, unless StarClan considered justice to be some sort of evil. Nonsense, though. His flaming eyes flicker toward the medicine cat, and he knows Vulturemask has spoken with StarClan before. They had admitted to it before the clan. And now, Vulturemask, with his connection to StarClan, was informing WindClan that the wrathful bolt of electricity had not truely been directed at Sootstar, but rather, to the rest of the clans. StarClan supported WindClan. They supported Sootstar. It's almost as if a weight has lifted off of Tigerfrost's scarred shoulders. StarClan approved.

That was all he needed to know. Undoubtedly, Juniperfrost had been smiling down at them throughout that gruesome battle. It's a delightful sensation, to know that WindClan had such strong approval from their ancestors. Tigerfrost offers one of his rare smiles, and yowls in approval.​

 

[Whitehowl]

He had heard of the commotion that happened within the Gathering the previous night before. Word traveled like blazing forest fire, of how a bolt of white-hot electricity had struck upon the rock where Sootstar usually stood. How Cicadastar had spit and screamed till the veins under his paper skin bulged and his voice crew hysterical. Warriors among the crowd threatened and snarled under the full moon's presumed truce. Hmph, truce my ass. The Gatherings were never something Whitehowl had looked forward to, despite the drama. He didn't care for the news of other clans, didn't care to see then besides occasionally on border patrols.
The smokey queen begins to speak and the murmurs die down to eerie silence, nothing heard besides her own voice and the distant call of birds. He sits among the crowd, his blue tinted tail wrapped carelessly around his bi-colored paws. Piercing eyes watched her diligently, then shift towards the gangly black tom below her to speak about this supposed 'warning'. He hums in agreement with Vulturemask, nodding her angular head in agreement. StarClan was angry at them, not WindClan. Killing one of their warriors, refusing herbs to then in Leaf-Bare when their clan was growing more sickly. It was despicable. Vermin had hidden within their camp walls, finally driven out for good but there was no harmony upon the moors yet. They had to be ever wary, always observant. Only StarClan knew what would be foretold next.

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[ Wind's Howling ]​