OLYMPUS AFLAME ❆ christmas tree star

[SOOTSPOT]

Patrols had been relatively normal for some time - too much time, Sootspot wagered. WindClan's leafbare had been a strong one yet too much of his head was occupied by how comforting mediocrity seemed to be to those around him. ThunderClan had become a friend, feuds with the other clans had become a thing of the past and somewhere within the depths of his mind, the chimera couldn't help but wonder why all those savage enough to kill his mother had turned so soft-pawed. It was coming up on the anniversary, and though her grave was unknown, Sootspot wanted to find it, to tell her all the things that his clan had forbidden him from saying.

A patrol for something underground had easily been disguised as a hunt, with cold paws fussing over every patch of disturbed earth he could find. It was a normal patrol... A normal patrol... until it wasn't, and his toes pushed against something heavy. Immediately, he flung it into the air and recoiled, watching as something spun in the air and landed with a soft clunk against the earth.

Abandoned on the territory was a single star-shaped object that reeked of spice and pine. Sparkles glittered in the thin grasses and the low light of Leafbare where Sootspot could only presume the strong winds had thrown it off course before it'd ultimately been buried in a snowmound. The whole thing itself seemed to shine with the same consistency and, within the depths of Sootspot's heart, something stirred.

'An omen... for me?' It couldn't be, they had ignored him since the day he announced his parentage, why now would they send him such a sign? Was it proof that he was right to believe himself to be destined for greatness? Or that he was right that the kittypets and rogues were collapsing the very sky they lived beneath? Eyes widened in disbelief, he knew it couldn't be for him, yet... yet... So much of him wanted it to be. He wanted to be special again.

His tail tentatively waved his clanmates over, realising he would have to choose his next words carefully.

"StarClan is falling..." He whispered to himself, and that part of him that felt relieved quickly faded as he pondered what it meant for his eventual ascension. No, no, it couldn't be that, they would panic or claim him delusional. The pawsteps were growing closer and closer, crunches in the snow too loud for his tufted ears to ignore any further. He breathed shakily and straightened his neck. "Would you say this is a sign? For me?" He was all too hopeful the clan would say yes.

[ disclaimer in case it wasn't obvious but this isn't an actual omen, it's just sootspot being himself <3 ]

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[THAWMASK]

જ➶ Easy breathes leave him as he churns up the snow that lays within his path. There is no doubt in his mind that Windclan has been doing much better than the other clans. He guesses it is a positive that he threw his lot in with those that rose up against his Queen. A vague feeling of annoyance flashes across his face but there is nothing that he can do about circumstances long since passed. No, he can only move forward and keep on living. Hiding the viper that lays deep within himself. Despite the watching and wandering eyes he has yet to do anything but prove himself loyal to the clan that he was brought to moons ago. Though time waning it is most definitely not the same place it used to be. Things are mellow, quiet, peace ever blanketing the moorlands. Perhaps it shouldn't bother him and yet it does because he wonders if Windclan does not want to conquer the forest at all. But meander on soft paws.

The sudden sound of something flipping across snow makes his head jerk up and his yellowish orange gaze slowly blinks. It takes him a moment longer before he steps toward the other patrol of tunnelers, tilting his head as he pulls his two toned ears forward. Starclan is falling? Thaw can not help but to tilt his head ag such an accusation. Or maybe just a statement of truth? He puzzles not having much faith in this Starclan since he came to Windclan personally. But a star glimmers and dances before them in the glory of what sits in the nighttime sky. Then Soot wonders if it is a sign for himself. Casting his gaze away from the fallen star he stares at him before then looking back down. "I wouldn't know. But maybe it means something that you found it first." He shrugs because he can not glean the thoughts of the stars.​

 

[cottonsprig]

It isn't often that Cottonsprig thinks of her own sign - for she knows it for what it truly was. Falsified by her now deceased mother, pressing her useless daughter into a mold that inevitably crumbled around her. There's little comfort in knowing that her path had been diverted and this role was never for her - for in the end, she accepted it. She took on the struggle of a medicine cat and broke rules made after the fact. StarClan's destiny for her, or fate wound by her mother, ultimately mean nothing by the truth of her life. It's meaningless to overthink the concept of her 'sign'... yet she cannot deny that it flickers to her mind upon approaching her brother and his hopeful one.

"Twolegs have been leaving their rubbish around for several moons now," Cottonsprig mutters, her normal cheeriness gone for the sake of her brother. There's an inkling of playfulness that lights behind her eyes, the morsel of sibling rivalry that still summons for him - should he ever take the jesting offer. "Unless you believe it a sign to find someone's cushy lap to sit in, Sootspot?" She tempts, a slight grin in her expression. She settles to a stop, watching the glimmering shape. It sparkles no different than the ones that still hang in the sky... Though, admittedly, she thinks StarClan would fear a second Sootstar.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[ROWANPAW]

A half-lidded stare dwells on Rowanpaw's features as that loathsome Sootspot beckons the patrol, seeming to have found something of interest. Their eyes soon widen as they fixate on the foreign object, tilting their head and studying the pointy shape from a safe distance.

"Would you say this is a sign? For me?" Huh, as if. Sootspot was not a leader nor a medicine cat. Snakehiss, too, believed that he was special enough for StarClan to send signs to. Looking for omens will get you nowhere. Look at where it got my father. StarClan was not falling, just as the moon had not swallowed the sun whole all those seasons ago. Everything had turned out fine and those who saw the abnormal occurrence as a sign had been wrong.

While Thawmask offers a neutral response, Cottonsprig is quick to diminish Sootspot's claims; they glance toward the medicine cat momentarily, picking up on her dampened tone. The tunneler had never been kind to his younger half-siblings, so their strained relationship is understandable. Rowanpaw certainly would loathe having him as kin. "Hm." They offer a huff through their nostrils, a half-laugh of sorts, at Cottonsprig's teasing jest. Imagining the sharp-tongued Sootspot as a lazy kittypet was certainly amusing.

YOURE ON YOUR OWN KIDㅤ ♦♦ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ12/31

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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ rowanpaw. apprentice of windclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆
  ♦ㅤafab demigirl, they/she | graysexual, single
  ♦ㅤ13 moons old | ages every 17th
  ♦ㅤapprentice ( tunneler ) | mentored by swiftshade
  ♦ㅤsh solid black/tortoiseshell chimera with blue/amber heterochromia
  ♦ snakehiss† x berrysnap | littermate to viperpaw, laurelpaw, wasppaw & privetfrost
  ♦ㅤwritten by beatles, ic opinions | tags‎

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[Mallowtail]

A glistening light with Sootspot standing can be seen as her and her patrolmates trek over to observe the light. She sniffs the makeshift star lightly, her whiskers flicking and tufted ears fluttering as she examines it. A vague scent could be found on it, but it was surely nothing similar to a cat's as she glances at the others as they either entertain or shoot down the disturbed son of Sootstar's claim. Cottonsprig's statement catches her off guard as a gasp leaves her lips as she slaps a paw on the star, pointing in the direction of the horseplace. "That's why it was so familiar! Cotton, you're so smart!" The cream sepia muses in excitement as she grins ear to ear. She'd seen something similar to this when she was with Buckfire when the twolegs were decorating around the horseplace along with all the shining lights. "Buckfire and I saw twolegs decorating the horseplace, and they had all kinds of things like this over there. It's probably something that belongs to them, as they had all kinds of decorations." Mallowtail would answer as she nodded her head at the reminder of the beautiful lights that she saw. While it was primarily things they hung, she'd seen some other strange materials they were hanging up, and it seemed as though they slapped something similar to this star on top of trees.

take me to the sun, where the light never fails ✩ tell me youre the one, that our loves never fading

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  𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍・she/her・moor–runner of windclan
  short-haired cream sepia with high white and honey brown eyes.
  — warrior of windclan | mentoring wasppaw
  — peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  — "speech" ▪ thoughts ▪ actions
  — penned by yeomna ↛ @yeomnaa on discord

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[Brackenscar]

Omens? How could something so... bizzare yet bland be an omen. Brackenpaw always thought things like that would have more fanfare with how much those who daydream about it talk about such a thing. It smelled funny though, maybe she was wrong and instead of an omen being visually stunning it could be impressive in some other sense. Crouched as she walks the tunneler apprentice attempts to sniff the lone star. Thawmask is nonchalant where Cottonsprig is completley doubtful, she finds herself trusting the she-cat's stance on this since you know... She's a medicine cat and all that. Her comments are a causation for Brackenpaw trying to imagine Sootspot as a kittypet, it's hard to think about. Surely he'd talk any twoleg to death, as much as she likes the tunneler they have to admit that he certainly knows how to fill the air.

They settle next to Rowanpaw, light olive eyes searching the stoic tortoiseshell's face for any sign of her own opinions. Nothing is given, not even the stars itself could pry it out of the tunneller. At least in their own opinion at least, with a flick of a tail they hum in thought. Listening to Mallowtail at least proved to be insightful. So this was twoleg related, not really star chosen at all is it?

"Did they use them for anything? Or is it just meant to hang there?" they tilt their head curiously, glancing back at the decoration once more. "Did they all smell like this too?" They can't imagine that though, a lot of it probably just smelled like the various animals there. At least that's what Brackenpaw assumes.

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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 14 moons
  
  
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[Wraithwail]

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ Hunting seemed so trivial these days. Between that and maintaining the upkeep of camp or trying to preserve what little peace they had left remaining between themselves and their neighbors, Wraithwail could not help but find herself...bored. She was a satisfactory hunter, never having much trouble bringing back food for herself and those around her whenever it was needed, however before she even had the opportunity to sniff out any potential prey, an excited string of sentences would spew harshly against the wind in the direction Sootspot had wandered off to.

She would approach upon a graceful set of paws just as he allowed his inner thoughts to escape him, asking such a ridiculous thing as is this piece of junk that he had found was an omen...for him. Him? Of all cats in the clan. Wraithwail could not stifle her dry laughter, something like a gentle trill at first, quickly transforming into something much louder and with a grating edge. It was no surprise when everyone disagreed or thought him for an outright fool. If anyone were to receive an omen in a random place such as this, surely it would be their medicine cat and not a self-centered, egotistic, deluded warrior. She would entertain it no longer, her plumy tail brushing against long tendrils of moorland grass as she turned to walk away. Suddenly, hunting seemed like quite the riveting activity.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MISTRESS OF GRIEF ༄˖°.🕯️.ೃ࿔*:･ LADY OF TEARS ──┐‎

• IC opinions as always, I'm so sorry she thinks he is obnoxiously self righteous. </3

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  WRAITHWAIL she/her, warrior of windclan, 18 moons.
  ⭃ tall, longhaired white she-cat with hollow olive eyes.
  ⭃ mentoring bergamontpaw, mate to none, mentored by n/a, unable to conceive
  ⭃ peaceful, healing and minor combative powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by sloane ↛ @encarcerated on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Starclan felt as real to Frightpaw as her distant father - a force you answered to unquestioningly but never really saw or spoke to, just waiting for the day whatever it was they had planned for you would finally be revealed...But at least she knew her 'appa was real. Shadowy ears twitch in mild interest at the conversation swirling around the unusual addition to Windclan's territory, but similarly to Brackenpaw Frightpaw thinks very little of the intrusive object.
Instead, her eyes find a more attractive thing to look at, as she stands on Brackenpaw other side. Mallowtail provides a more realistic origin for the "star", which incites a snort from Frightpaw - perhaps Sootspot is meant for the barn rather than twolegplace, then? "You think the twolegs are going to come back for it? " she asks, glancing at Brackenpaw. She exaggerates a tremble in her voice, lowering her ears to seem frightened - all before pressing close to her friend, shivering theatrically to attract all of Brackenpaw's attention.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/28/24

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 12 moons
  ☾ Windclan moor-runner apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None