camp MANNEQUIN ADRIFT ⛧ regrowth

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturekit has better puttering around camp all day, cataloguing all the new little sprouts. It's an important task. None of the other kits have the time or patience, too busy running around and preparing to become apprentices. So, the job of checking on the camp's regrowth is delegated to Vulturekit - by none other than themself. They're not sure if anyone else cares, but they love seeing everything start to bloom again after the fire.

It eases some of the fear that always grips their throat. They like to see that yes, good things will come back. Everything will regrow in time. The sooty waste that was once camp becomes green and bright, and with it comes hope.

They missed some of the growth while they were away, and that is clearly unacceptable. Swift paws patter over towards a particular sprout in one of his favorite corners of camp - one of the quieter ones. "Oh...!" They crouch down to get a better look at the thing. "You're new... What're you g-g... gonna g-grow into...?" Their voice is soft, devoid of worry in a way it rarely is. There is peace in this. "Will you have flowers? " Not all of the plants do, he's found. He likes the flowery ones, of course - the dandelions and clovers, the heather and gorse. His voice softens. "It's okay if you d-d-don't..." Someone needs to love the plants without flowers, too, he decides. Everyone always focuses on the pretty colorful ones. Maybe he can care for the little unimpressive plants, like this tiny scrap of green.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[ROWANPAW]

〔✦〕The chimera regards the spiky-furred tom kit with bi-colored eyes, watching as he fixes his attention onto a little sprout blooming from the earth. Rowanpaw, too, is fascinated with the regrowth of the moors. They could still recall lush hills of green and lavender, sprawling with butterflies and bees and rabbits. Creatures big and small were beginning to slowly but surely make a comeback, but it would take time. The sproutlings were nice to see, though; their presence was... reassuring, so to speak.

Rowanpaw debates on saying anything at all. However, a remark comes rolling off their tongue toward Vulturekit, "You have an interest in plants." Stars, she's awkward around kits. She's awkward around everyone, really, but kits were especially perplexing to her. She is not the playful type, not one who typically entertains childish antics. "Perhaps StarClan will make you WindClan's next medicine cat apprentice." Cottonsprig was graduated now and everything. Would she and Wolfsong seek a young student to pass their knowledge on to? It would be interesting, too; Vulturekit, to take on such a position generations after the old medicine cat Vulturemask had died. They wonder if the possibility is written in the stars indeed.

let me walk to the top ( of the big night sky ) //

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• ROWANPAW —— tunneler apprentice of windclan , mentored by webthorn ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ afab demigirl / they/she pronouns / 7 moons & ages every 17th
  ✦ single / graysexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / may start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a shorthaired black/tortoiseshell chimera with heterochromia. a lithe, slightly muscular cat with a smaller-than-average build. a direct line splits their face, as if mirroring an inner battle of identity and belonging. a serious expression usually graces their face, and their amber and blue gaze is always sharpened.

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The little dark tabby’s impromptu vacation had driven Periwinklebreeze nearly to madness, so of course Scorchstreak is glad to see the boy returned to his rightful place within WindClan. The calico watches with interest as he seems to speak to a plant that he’s found within the camp, asking what it will grow into and if it will have flowers. Rowanpaw makes note of the young tom’s interest in plants, wondering aloud whether StarClan would choose Vulturekit to be the next medicine cat apprentice. The idea makes Scorchstreak’s scarred lip twitch, an ugly expression fighting to remain disguised. If Vulturekit is to be the clan’s next medicine cat in training, then Wolfsong and Cottonsprig should receive a sign about him within the next month. Another mentor should not have their apprentice ripped away from them because StarClan took too long to make their decision. Now, the stars have three months longer to choose their next representative—what happened to her should never happen again.

She rises to her paws, stalking over to stand nearby the kit. Fiery eyes fall to the sprout, considering Rowanpaw’s statement… "We had a medicine cat named Vulturemask, back before Wolfsong took the position," she says, thinking of the few times that she had interacted with the unpleasant tom. The time she had walked with him, so soon after receiving her facial scars, to the Moonstone for the medicine cat meeting. It had been a shame, what happened to Vulturemask in the end. Without regard for whether the information is appropriate to share with a kit, the deputy speaks up again. "He was torn apart by rogues." Their golden gaze falls upon Vulturekit, a brow shifting upward. There are risks, if that is your path.

☽♰☾ IT WAS WAR, IT WASN’T FAIR

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  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw ; mother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain, frostwind
  ༄ mentor to none ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Wolfsong's name found its way into Featherspine's horned ears- the right one flicked in an aggressive swoop, a tilt of the head following. Featherspine tightened her jaw, and white paws carried him over with purpose, yellow eyes leering scrutiny. "Medicine is much more than liking p-puh ... than liking p-plants," he spat, uncharitable to the idea that Wolfsong's talent and StarClan's will were that simple. Harshness would always blade her voice when talking to apprentices- disapproval at their idle ways, finding time to idly chat with kittens instead of training to be stronger warriors.

Featherspine's tongue traced the underside of her fangs, thoughtful and light. Yellow eyes flickered toward Scorchstreak, a slight hint of surprise glimmering like light from rime in her eyes. Vulturemask was a name Featherspine had only ever heard in stories, her ðir's predecessor- and his fate was a tragic one, surely. A brutal end... one that she would not wish on any Windclanner. WIth DuskClan around, though ... Featherspine would not be horrifically surprised.

"P-p-puh... p-perhaps StarClan will have the sense not to tempt fate, then," Featherspine grumbled, claws flexing against the ground.​

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[PINKSHINE]

She wants to make sure Vulturekit is okay... She wants to make sure something so terrible – terrible enough that it makes him run away can't happen again... so a lot of the time, she finds herself glancing after then when they're toddling around camp. A dark tabby coat crouches over something Pinkshine can't quite make out, and the warrior ( that's her! ) pads over to take a closer look. Rowanpaw has a similar idea, it seems. Though their comment doesn't quite roll of the tongue... she's worried about Vulturekit too, right? " Ooh, maybe! " she chirrups, but she didn't care too much about that... She cared more that things are regrowing. Things are getting better. Soon it'd be like nothing ever happened at all, and that was really great!

...And then Scorchstreak comes to be super serious for like, no reason — well, there is a reason, so Pinkshine can't be too mad... just um, surprised! Blue - ringed eyes go wide, wider still as Featherspine takes to the negativity easily. Boo! " You guys are soo grumpy! " she exclaims. Almost chastising, her tail thwacks against Featherspine's side. Scorchstreak would get the same treatment, if she wasn't... y'know... Scorchstreak. " Nothing's gonna happen to you, Vulturekit! " she rushes to say. " You're gonna grow up just like this plant... and be just like it! Happy and... green? And maybe with flowers! Yay! " That probably fixes most of it!​

 

[SUNNVAR]

Time has the worst of cyclical tendencies. They cannot escape its rotation — as Sunstar had looked up to his father, Featherspine had looked to him; as Brightshine had celebrated life, so too does Pinkshine. And as Vulturemask had been taken from this clan beneath his watchful eye– how bitter and terrible a memory. Scorchstreak does not mean it, but her words carve through him like the very claws that had taken the kit's namesake. His sharp attention cuts through the air until it lingers above the others' heads. A child, seeking out growth and loving it tenderly. (And his own child, desperately defending her ðir.)

It is not often now that he sides with lightness, but as the leader finds his way to three paws and pads closer to the crowd, it is with a warm, rumbling chuckle. "Pinkshine is right." His white-tipped tail smooths across Featherspine's back, briefly hyperaware of the scar that marks him. "There may be more to what Wolfsong does, but it must begin somewhere." Maybe it would lead to a kitten that grows like a sprout and bears flowers rather than his namesake's bladed fangs. StarClan knows they could use kindness at times. "Tell me, Vulturekit. What do you think such greenery is important for? What makes this plant as special as it is?"

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.17 〛 🟒ᨒ

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• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturekit wasn't expecting anyone to be interested in his cataloguing. He's been content on his lonesome for most of the day, with the other kits off playing games without him. He startles at the voice of another, caught mumbling soft words to a little bud of green. The kit whirls around, feeling a pit in his stomach at being observed. "Um, yeah," he mumbles awkwardly, staring the apprentice down. He thinks it's fairly obvious that he likes plants - but her conclusion catches him off guard. "What?" he squeaks. Is that how it works? Is StarClan looking at him more closely for... talking to sprouts? Oh, maybe he should be more careful...

He's swiftly distracted by the arrival of Scorchstorm - already a few too many cats, but that's fine, he's fine - talking about Vulturemask. His flattened ears perk up. "Oh! That's, uh, that's who I was named after - my d-d-dad said!" He must have been a very important cat, they think. Or - maybe just another bad omen. "...Oh," he mumbles as the deputy continues. "I... Um. I d-didn't know - no one tuh-told me that." He doesn't really want to think about it; the name starts to taste a bit more sour in his mouth.

Featherspine comes with spitting words, and now is when Vulturekit begins to shrink. It seems he's called the attention of more than just StarClan with his fascinations. His words are babbling, a poor attempt at placating the warrior. "Wasn't saying I wanted t-t-to be... anything, I was just - it's new. The p-plant. I noticed." They do kind of agree with the whole not tempting fate thing, but the way he says it makes them feel horribly guilty. They can't tell if Featherspine is mad at them or Rowanpaw, but she seems like she might just be mad at everyone - and that makes them feel even worse. Pinkshine's reassurances are welcome, if just as overwhelming. "I'd like - um, that. I like fffh-flowers. And all plants. Uh, obviously." As everyone can now see. Stars, he really wants this interaction to be over. This is way too much attention.

And just in time, here comes the leader himself. Vulturekit is beginning to think that the stars really do have it out for him. It's time for a pop quiz, apparently.

He takes a deep breath, willing himself to stay calm long enough for everyone to leave him alone again. "The plant is..." Pretty, and green. That's the kind of thing that a kit would say, which means he can't say it to Sunstar. Think. There has to be a right answer here. "The rabbits like it, I think. C-c-cause they all went away when the grasses and flowers did. Right?" He can't help but glance around to the other cats, checking to see their reactions. Hopefully he didn't sound too mousebrained.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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