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[PEONYBREEZE]

✿ — The Clan disperses, and with them, Peonypaw's enthusiasm.

It's a wicked sort of cycle. He knows they need all heads and paws on board, knows the possibility of attacks (whether initiated by WindClan or the rest) are imminent and looming over them all and not letting any of them get a chance to breathe. Peonypaw is as restless as the other 'paws wishing to prove themselves, to get their claws in their enemies' fur to teach them a lesson- but it's just as scary too, if not more, and he can't tell if it's logical and understandable or if he should keep it a secret from his peers.

The last thing he wants is for any of them to suspect he's not up for the task.

He doesn't know if he is, though. Despite the increased amounts of fights lately, he has yet to join one. Imagining himself in battle with that small and lanky frame of his seems... unlucky, to say the least, but he can't hide under the earth forever. Quite literally.

Peonypaw finds Snakepaw amongst the dispersing crowd, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out he is just as unhappy with the results as Peonypaw. That rough demeanor doesn't stop him from approaching Snakepaw, either; always up to a dance of retorts if need be.

"You reckon we'll ever be needed on one of these patrols anytime soon?"​

❝ I DON'T WANT TO RUN — JUST OVERWHELM ME ❞
@SNAKEPAW​

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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — It may be an easy assumption that Snakepaw was an arrogant and eager youth, one who was fierce and bold in a fight and unafraid of any foe. It was also an easy assumption that Snakepaw was all bark and no bite, a mere coward secretly shaking in his skin behind a veil of pride and harsh vocabulary. Deep down, Snakepaw knows what he truly is.

Likewise, Snakepaw too has mixed feelings on the premise of war. He warmongers for the sake of proving WindClan's strength and knocking other clans off of their tall rocks, but when it comes to being a pawn in the game itself, Snakepaw is all too aware of his own mortality. Had he proved himself enough to StarClan to be able to die young, confident that the ancestors would accept him? Would he be remembered by his clanmates? Would the beckon of the reaper's cryptic hand be swift and painless, or slow and agonizing? Death is a WindClanner's reality and thus something that Snakepaw considers all the time. Juniperfrost had been slain in the name of his clan. Tigerfrost had likely perished defending the moorland's borders. In their final moments, the dark apprentice often wonders, had it all been worth it?

"You reckon we'll ever be needed on one of these patrols anytime soon?"

Peonypaw's sudden appearance rouses the black tom from his sulking, prompting a prick of triangular ears and a glance of his emerald stare. The younger lynx point isn't someone who Snakepaw knows too well; he is a few moons younger than him, and a tunneler at that, so they haven't often interacted up until this point. However, with Sootstar and the others being gone and the rest of WindClan sitting around camp and waiting, there wasn't much else to do but converse amongst themselves.

"I would have thought this time, for sure... Badgermoon still has unfinished business with the Kittypet King's deputy." Snakepaw muttered with a disapproving shake of his head. "However are we to prove ourselves to Sootstar if she never gives us the opportunity?" And yet her apprentice, Bluepaw, has seen more battle at her age than most WindClan apprentices.

"I've always wanted to fight with one of those soft-pawed kittypets, those pathetic excuses for warriors. I bet they'd go running off to their twolegs after one hit." Snakepaw supposes with a devilish smirk, entertaining the very idea, though still clearly miffed about being overlooked.​

 

[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── There are few among WindClan's volatile as prone to testing Wolfsong's temperance like Snakepaw. His tutelage under Badgermoon does not seem to have mellowed him at all, and as the dark feline's voice reaches his ears, he suppresses an exhale. It is only natural for the young to chafe at remaining behind, eager to prove themselves as warriors. But when will Snakepaw learn such bluster is far more dangerous to himself than those he bullies? Perhaps he will never learn. Perhaps he will meet fate's end before any such realizations; life promises nothing but an eventual death, and the time between could be many moons or one.

"We should not fear our enemies," he begins, his sole-eyed gaze drifting between Peonypaw and Snakepaw, "but neither should we underestimate them. Do not forget that SkyClan killed Sunsetbreeze. To convince ourselves they are harmless is to make ourselves weak." He sits, thick tail curling behind him. "You will have opportunities to prove yourselves. I recommend ensuring you are ready when the time comes." Rather than bemoaning a missed chance, he does not say.​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN ROGUE TURNED LEAD WARRIOR (MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING). 35 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC PARENTS. BIO, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[Thriftfeather]

Although the distance in age between himself and the other apprentices isn't as wide as Thriftpaw thinks it to be, he cannot help but feel small compared to them. His whole body wishes to recoil at the thought of a battle, an instinct that Thriftpaw narrowly holds back with a stubborn stiffening of his spine. He should want to prove himself in battle, Thriftpaw learns. He should want to prove himself to Sootstar — to become a warrior? Isn't Thriftpaw too young to be wanting that? — and Thriftpaw tells himself that this is just one more thing to remind himself to do.

Wolfsong's warning is grim. It reminds him of what Gravelsnap taught him. There is so much wrong with the other clans, it should come as no surprise that they would kill a WindClan warrior.

"What's it like?" Thriftpaw blurts, surprising himself. He shrinks momentarily and then, remembering that a WindClanner doesn't shrink, straightens himself, "When you are fighting SkyClan or... or one of the other clans?"​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 4 MOONS​

 

[Robinfang]

Robinfang stood once the meeting was over, having been sat next to Heatherpaw while it was going on as well as a couple other warriors. Some apprentices, as well as Wolfsong, were talking and he couldn't help but overhear the apprentices asking about when Sootstar would let them prove themselves. "Sometimes, what the right thing to do, is to sit back and wait. If you wait patiently, things will come your way." He was very nonchalant about how he viewed life-- he was content as a warrior, and didn't really want for anything more than he had. If it came to him, that was fine, but he wasn't going to chase it. That was pointless.

He glanced at Wolfsong to see how he would respond to the question Thriftpaw asked, but made no move to answer it himself. He personally enjoyed fighting a little too much compared to other mentors, who might focus on hunting or defending-- he was an agressive combatant, often going a bit too far in spars and the reason for his suffix being 'fang' rather than something like 'wing' or 'feather,' maybe.
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[heathermoon !!]

Heatherpaw wasn't sure if he should have felt relieved or equally frustrated that he had been made to stay home for all the recent spats and fights. Though WindClan's luck in both success and survival hadn't been the best, the apprentice was sure he could prove himself to fight. He was just as capable as his peers, they even trained to fight sooner than the other Clan's apprentices! But yet again, his name was not called to fight for his home's honor.

The red tabby appeared beside his mentor with a similar face of disappointment to Snakepaw's. Slowly he inched closer to Peonypaw, casually leaning against his friend while he bemoaned, "Sounds like we'll have to make do fighting each other." He pressed a paw against Peonypaw's ear, flexing his claws to tease. "I think I could take on two kittypets. Sootstar will make me a warrior right away when she see's, too. Maybe she'll name me Heathertalon, or Heatherslash. Something that'll make those kittypets shiver when they hear it."

He went quiet at Thriftpaw's question, turning to look between Wolfsong and Robinfang for their answers.​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ RED MACKEREL TABBY ✦ 9 MOONS ✦ TAGS​