NIGHT DREAMER // open

[VULTUREMASK]

Night had fallen and Vulturemask was stuck in camp. Seating close to the entrance with owl-looking eyes to stare into the void of the night. Usually he would take his night strolls during this time to run across the moors, or hunt...or meet up with his secret 'friend'. But no. Such allowence had been taken from him all because of shadowclans deputy, to yet again their clan being threaten by foes who wished to harm them, if now a shadowclanners words could be trusted that was. Sootstars orders had been clear cursing him to have to seek out the unpleasant company of his own clanmates if wishing to go anywhere. It was almost like he was being punished. What an cruel awful thing to not let him isolate himself into his introvert bubble forcing him to step out of it. No. It would simply not have to do.

Vulturemask couldn't allow such a thing. So all he really could do was look longingly at the tunnels entrance imagining himself running free on the moors right now on this pleasant night. Oh, what he cursed the other clans right now wishing for them all to get swept away by a rainstorm or for a fire to start and spread so viciously to end all of them, and all for daring to stand in his way for his peaceful night strolls.

If only his wishes could be heard. If only starclan shared the same cynical thoughts as he did. If only someone could take pity on him for once.... Vulturemask for sure was going to go mad if his night strolls was taken from him for too much longer. Perhaps he should go on a rampage and murder all of the other clans himself....if only he could solve it that easily. That for sure would fix all of their problems and with that he meant his own of course. His problems was the only thing that mattered of course.

// dont even ask why i write this it just happend (':


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[Minkbreeze]

☽ MY MIND IS PLAYING TRICKS ON ME ☾​

"A mouse tail for your thoughts, medicine cat." A meow would sound from behind the black-furred tom, but the molly who stood there was simply smirking at him. Not a malicious one, but rather one that simply gave off the impression that she found his nighttime sulking somewhat amusing.

"You look like you're about to claw the walls down in this place." She would walk up just to be within speaking distance, a good two tail lengths, and then sit down, curling her long whip-like tail around her delicate paws, "Don't blame ya one bit. For cats who thrive sleeping under the stars, we sure get trapped a lot, don't we?"

Her ears would flick as she looked to the healer, mint gaze unreadable before her smirk returned and she purred, "Maybe I'm not the only one who wants to get even with those swamp kitties then."

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speech ✩ windclan ✩ warrior ✩ tags​

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[VULTUREMASK]

No, almost left his mouth instantly as his head angled itself to the side so he could cast a look on whoever had decided to be an unpleasant company this fine night. Minkbreeze. A former rogue he knew nothing about. She was a stranger to him among familiar faces but she had yet not looked at him with this disgusting eyes some of his other clanmates had. So for now she was neutral to him until he knew how to judge her. If she was just another vermin he was suppose to keep alive for the sake of pleasing starclan. " Take a guess." he would almost dare her because he was one who never shared his thoughts with anyone and out of his own boredom tonight he decided to see how well one of his own clanmates actually knew him.

The molly came to sit down a respectful distance away from him, but not without stating something that almost was absurd. Claw down the walls...Vulturemask wouldn't say it was wrong but he wanted to believe he had better manners then that these days...not being as violent - always searching for a fight like he had been when he had been an apprentice. But she was not wrong especially not tonight. Forced to stay put in one place had never been his best test for patience.

" Trapped like a rabbit in a burrow. Night like these are suppose to be spent out there running on the moors." He would share his unhappiness with the situation through a bitter tongue.

She was not bad he guess to figure out his thoughts tonight. Vulturemask indeed wished harmed upon the other clans in that very moment. Displeased with this whole situation, and even if it was all lies someone clearly enjoyed feeding lies to their unstable leader. " That would be awful of me. A medicine cat shouldn't wish harm on anyone." he once again cast a side glance at the molly, this time humour in his words but his voice remaining just as indifferent.


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[SUNNVAR]

It is not a longing for night's loneliness that keeps Sunstride from his rest. He is a cautious cat by nature, and a light sleeper. On the demand of his leader, he would abandon it entirely. There was more that mattered now than his rest– was that much not obvious to the rest of his clanmates? Though he sees their fitful unease, too many of them face their irritation in the directions that do not matter. He is uncertain of Vulturemask's thoughts, yet can feel the tug of them ever so faintly. It is as if the taste of them lingers in the very air. As he comes to join the two, wary of interrupting their conversation yet drawn to it regardless, he eyes the medicine cat with shared curiosity and confusion. He had always seemed an enigma. Cruel to those that did not intrigue him, yet kind to those he cared for. As few in number as those felines seemed to be, particularly as the days wore on.

The warrior chuckles, a low introduction to the conversation. "The stars would not have given you claws, if you were not intended to use them." He settles, some distance past simply respectful, allowing the two to cut him from the conversation if they so desired, and smiles wryly between them. "You simply have more at your use. Perhaps you will use all of them, in the coming nights." With the way that this life went, it would come as no surprise.

﹥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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[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon was also displeased with the instruction to remain in camp. Though he understood Sootstar's reasoning - and probably would've issued the same order himself, if he was in her place - it rankled him, if only because he - like Vulturemask - cherished the time he spent out on the open moors. He had no qualms about being in camp with all of his Clanmates, as he liked them all and didn't mind relaxing in group settings (quite the opposite, in fact). It was the stillness which rankled him, the sameness of the surroundings: gorse walls, their bright yellow blooms taunting in their vibrancy, and the blue sky above, calling him. For once he felt he understood the madness of kits and the injured: he had never known what it was like to be truly stuck in camp.

"Better than the badger sett, I guess." he mumbled to himself as he drifted towards the trio of WindClanners whose voices drifted in the cool night air. It was strange to think that most of the cats who had been stuck quarantined in the old den during leaf-bare had later proven themselves to be harboring ill will towards WindClan. Perhaps the isolation fostered traitorous thinking within them. "If the four of us went out, that would constitute a patrol. We could get some fresh air...?" the deputy remarked as he settled next to Sunstride, attempting to bump the handsome tabby's shoulder in a familiar gesture of affection. His tone was nakedly hopeful, and just a tiny bit desperate - it was clear that he dearly wished his Clanmates would agree. It was late, sure, but...a stroll among the grass, beneath the stars, sounded nigh on irresistable.​

 

[Minkbreeze]

☽ MY MIND IS PLAYING TRICKS ON ME ☾​

A soft snort of amusement would push past Minkbreezes' nose at the healer's clear sarcasm. "Shouldn't and yet felt all the same." She would meow softly before Sunstride appeared and made his way over, keeping a distance from them as he chuckled lowly and added his piece.

A sound of agreement would come from Mink, claws, and fangs, and the intelligence to use them had been Starclans gift to them all. Her paws tingled at the idea of raking her claws down those pathetic swamp dwellers' faces, taking her revenge for her clan out on those who had dared looked down their noses at them. Their deputy would appear next, and the chocolate molly would dip her head in respect before smirking at his suggestion. The four of them would make a respectable patrol, cats who simply wished to accompany their medicine cat as they searched for herbs or whatever else it was that healers looked for.

Turning to face Vulturemask once more she would meow softly, "Temptin' I say. What do you think, healer? Wanna take up our dear Deputys' offer? It could be fun." There was a glint in her gaze that teased at the notion she had something else in mind for their little excursion, but she would remain silent on whatever plan that may be, simply waiting in patient silence for the tom's answer.

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speech ✩ windclan ✩ warrior ✩ tags​

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[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

"Could I come with you then if you're going on a patrol?" Shadowpaw queried as he pretty much emerged from the shadows themselves on silent paws. His dark pelt truly did come to his aid when it was night time, something he very much savoured about himself.

Normally he would have been asleep by now but all the worry going on with the rumours of a coming attack had his mind buzzing endlessly with thoughts, theories and fears. Sleep was the last thing he could manage at that moment. What also wasn't helping was the fact that ShadowClan was being mentioned so often, and each time he heard the Shadow- part of the clan name his ears kept pricking up in fear of someone talking about him. It was an unfortunate time to have a prefix such as his. At least he hadn't been named after the clan, which was a mercy.

Instinctively he aimed to push through the throng of bodies in order to reach Vulturemask, his natural desire being to remain close to his half-brother. "If you go out I can help carry any herbs we might find. And... and we're gonna need cobwebs, right?" That's what they used to help slow the bleeding on wounds, right? If a battle was coming then they would need as much as they could find. They had to be ready no matter how much bravado they longed to show.

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Peri is no stranger to sleepless nights - they're a constant companion, and despite his wishes the allure of staring at the stars has grown comforting despite the weariness that weighs heavily upon his frame. But confinement is not something bared a easily - he's been camo bound far to often, for to much, in such a short life - injuries, illness, punishments, and now this. He wants to roam the moors freely again - wants to hunt and chase and feel the wind in his fur as he dances beneath the stars. It's a useless wish - he doubts he'd be allowed out even if he were to crawl in the dirt and beg. But he slips over nonetheless, offering vulturemask a sympathetic smile, and only listens - ears flicking slowly. Oh how he wishes he could go with them.​

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[VULTUREMASK]

Sunstride joined in on the conversation sharing his belief that claws were meant to be used. Although that was true there was different way on how to use them. Even if he sometimes wished he could use them to tear apart those things who stood in his way Vulturemask was determinated to follow a different path in life now, all for them him. " I made a vow and i intend to keep it." he mumbled nonsense none of them would understand anything about. Vulturemask had no hope anyone of them would understand so he had no interest to share his ideals.

Vulturemask was no fan of the attention he had somehow drawn to himself not thinking he shared the same idea as fun like Minkbreeze did. Minkbreeze was tolerable enough for now but the same couldn't be said to the council members who had dishonored him back then during the meeting. Even now he still felt bitterness towards them for that. When he had needed them to stand up for him they had failed him. They were just as reliable as a fox. Maybe they shouldn't stay too close to him anyway...he might smitten them with his insanity too which he brought back from the medicine cats meetings. What a joke.

He had no problem to reject them, to tell Badgermoon 'no' to join them together on a patrol to make it clear he had no interest to share time with them outside of their duties. However, his mind changed solely because Shadowpaw, his brother showed up in wish to accompany them. His gaze drifted down to their half-brother as his eyes soften. " I'm impressed that you have memorized the usefulness of cobwebs. " he praised them, not having known Shadowpaw had paid such attention to his job.

Vulturemask stood up and cast a birefly glance over at Minkbreeze,Sunstride and Badgermoon before closing his eyes. " Lets go then and not waste more time here." He accepted his defeat and nudged Shadowpaw with his tail for him to follow, and started moving and on his way towards the entrance noticed Periwinklepaw as he opend his eyes again. He would give them a nod of a greeting but had nothing to say. He actually agreed with that the apprentice should be locked up in camp for the time being to hopefully learn something from this, to not leave camp without the company of another warrior.




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[SUNNVAR]

The suggestion first brings from him a gentle chuckle of mirth and sympathy– he knows the ache of their isolation, the boredom that must prick at each paw. Though he cannot help but tense slightly beneath the deputy's touch, he takes it for the jest that it must be. Until the others begin to speak, of course. They take it seriously. As seriously as Badgermoon must have meant it. One ear flicks, uncertain, and he turns to gaze back at where Wolfsong must lie. The rest of the clan sleeps, if fitfully, and though there is appeal to getting away, he hates the thought as much as he craves it. In the end, it is not their leader's warnings that make up his mind, but his own guilty voice. A low, reluctant sigh breaks his silence. He can only hope that it is kind enough to not show his tension. Or his faint irritation at their proposed adventure, when it was so far from what their clanmates need of them.

"Come, friends, the dawn patrol is not so far away. We could wait until the sun has risen; it would not do to leave our camp so undefended." He raises a brow at Vulturemask, and though he does not know the true state of their supplies, he searches for clarification in how he speaks: "Surely we are not so unprepared that we would need to stock up on such things now? Better to wait until the others have arisen. Should trouble find us, we should not be caught unaware. What we want cannot come before our clan's needs."

﹥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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