private ON YOUR MARK // coyote & soot

[SOOTSTAR]

This wasn't the best first impression at all, Sootstar was not pleased. She hopes that there is still saving young Coyotepaw and that her clan-mates hadn't made his condition worse. Clearing her throat and letting out the occassional sniffle, the blue smoke walks with the once stolen child at her side and Sootpaw potentially with them as well. Today would be mainly a Coyotepaw day, but Sootstar knew there was no better influence for the tom than Sootpaw. What a marvelous apprentice her son was, by the time she was done Coyotepaw would be just as finaminal as him!

"It's good to get out of camp, isn't it boys?" She purrs as a strong wind blows against their fur. Well... it was freezing but still, WindClan cats had their ways of keeping warm. "What do you two say about a race? Will get us warm and hey, whoever wins doesn't have to come with me tomorrow on dawn patrol." Sootstar tries to entertain them with a playful grin.

// @Coyotepaw and @SOOTPAW if you want!!
this will eventually turn into a training thread.. probably but for now LOL just casual interaction i thought would be fun!​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

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

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 32 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
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to windpaw & sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to sootpaw & coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Coyotecrest]

I won't apologize for being who I am

His bruised hind leg was starting to feel better, the taunt pull and stiffness easing up thanks to Dandelionwish's handiwork. He was sure around this time next week the tender ache would be completely gone. A subtle shiver runs through him as the chill of winter combs into his fur. He was already weary of what life in windclan would be like for him once he arrived. Questioning if he made a good choice or not every night since he stepped foot into the hills of his original home. However the most recent events of rouges joining, border skirmishes, rapid sickness, and the exiling of a molly had been too much to take in with little time to process it all. He hardly felt like he could keep up. Everytime he turned around something was happening with no sign of positivity in sight.

The doom and gloom that surrounded the militant clan like a heavy perfume was nothing like he was used to. The contrast to skyclan was was day and night and he often found himself missing those peaceful moments. Mint green eyes rest momentarily upon Sootstar, taking note of the enthusiasm radiating from her smokey blue coat. She was resilient from what he'd seen so far a real no nonsense type with a bite to back it up. His gaze shifts to the frosted moors ahead of them, contemplating the thought of racing. There was no way he could run full speed with his leg still aching the way it did. "I would, but I believe the race would hardly be fair." He murmurs, now stealing a glance at Sootpaw, someone already looked like they were practically a warrior already. At a tender five months old was the youngest of the pair by far. He would much rather go on the patrol.​

Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you​

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[SOOTSTAR]

It wouldn't be fair the apprentices says, and Sootstar nods, of course it wouldn't be. What in life was? Yet Coyotepaw would need to learn how to run like the WindClan cat he was born to be. "It is unfair, but good practice regardless whether you win or lose." She looks Coyotepaw up and down. The ideal WindClan build was most certainly there, they just needed to carve it to perfection with a lot of physical activity.

"We need to get you WindClan legs and WindClan lungs, only way to do that is by running around the moors up and down the hills." He might be destined to lose against Sootstar and Sootpaw, but surely the young tom could see even if defeated he'd still be gaining? "Sootpaw, give Coyotepaw here a head start. Count ten hares in your head, then go." Sootstar meows, "Slowly." the instruction is meowed firmly.

"Lets get to it then, race is on! To the top of that hill! Go, go, go!" She urges Coyotepaw forward with an attempted butt of her head to his shoulder.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

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

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 32 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
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to windpaw & sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to sootpaw & coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[SOOTCHASER]

there is little left for sootpaw to learn; in less than a moon, he'd be a full warrior of windclan, with a shiny new name to show for it. but he still pads dutifully along, after his mother-slash-mentor, just in front of coyotepaw. the windclan kit who'd been stolen away by a traitorous mother, and raised in skyclan of all clans. he's much younger than sootpaw, and therefore, much more inexperienced. (sootpaw doubts that coyotepaw had learned anything important in skyclan, aside from how to make flower crowns or some bullshit like that, anyway. he'd wager that the other tom's more similar to an apprentice fresh out of the nursery in terms of skill.)

he has an inkling that this outing is more-so geared towards coyotepaw than sootpaw. which is fine. he doesn't have sootstar's undivided attention anymore, but this'll be his first taste at being a mentor. another chance to prove himself to his mother as the perfect windclan warrior.

sootstar suggests a race, and sootpaw perks up. coyotepaw whines about it being unfair, and he has to agree with the younger apprentice. it is unfair; sootpaw has moons of training, and it shows in the lithe muscle he's accumulated from countless days spent running across rolling hills. coyotepaw, on the other hand? he's still as soft as a kitten, with only a promise of what he could be hidden underneath his cream fur. and there's the stiffness of his hind leg, too... barely noticeable, now, but sootpaw has picked up on coyotepaw's uneven gait over the past few days. that would only further hinder him...

this would be too easy.

"good luck," sootpaw says with a smirk, after his mother. "you're going to need it." sootstar instructs for him to give coyotepaw a head-start, and the soot-furred boy nods. "yes, mother. it's just as i said; he'll need all of the help he can get." another smirk is sent towards coyotepaw.

the race begins with sootstar urging coyotepaw onward, towards the top of a hill in the near distance. too easy, sootpaw repeats in his head. once coyotepaw's taken off, he begins the countdown. one hare, two hares, three hares, four hares, five hares...

his claws dig into the dirt, anticipation building in his stomach.

six hares, seven hares, eight hares...

muscles tense beneath his thick coat, olive eyes narrowing. he was going to leave coyotepaw in his dust.

nine hares... ten hares, go!

sootpaw tears over the ground, savoring the whistling of the wind in his flattened ears. this is what it means to be a windclan cat! flying across the moors, with paws barely gracing the earth. does coyotepaw feel it, too? the adrenaline pumping through his veins? the rush of blood in his head? the thrill of the chase?

if coyotepaw's a true windclanner at heart, he should.

the distance between the two apprentices is closed with ease by the more experienced sootpaw. he comes up a fox-length behind coyotepaw, and he keeps pushing, hoping to overtake the other. his practiced breathing billows into the frigid air, but this short of a distance wouldn't leave him floundering for oxygen by the end of it. he's chased hares farther than this!​

 

[Coyotecrest]

I won't apologize for being who I am

His reasoning seems to fall upon deaf ears as Sootstar insists they race anyway. Eyes of mint look away as irritation bubbles mildly underneath. It seems all he can do is plead that his healing wounds do not tear asunder from the exertion and that the sprint does not further agitate his bruised leg. Sootpaw bids him good luck, claiming he would need all the help he could get. The young apprentice glances at the grey and ivory tom, not an ounce of competitiveness shining within his cream form. A scoff falls from his lips, annoyance pushed further by all of Sootpaw's smirking. "If you can't beat an injured newly made apprentice, after all the training you've had, then I pity you." He mutters bluntly turning his gaze forward with a lash of his tail. Beating him wouldn't be a huge accomplishment, they weren't even on equal terms. Which only left the boy baffled as to why Sootpaw was making this such a big deal. What honor could you gain from winning against a match that was practically handed to you?

A sigh falls from his maw as he positions himself accordingly, bracing himself to kickoff as soon as Sootstar ended her countdown. Her head butts against his shoulder, the movement jostling his balance as he's lunging forward and thus effecting his initial stride. Frustration gleams in his eyes as he hobbles half a length before gathering his limbs underneath himself again and sprinting proper. Running was nothing new to him, back within the protective brambles of skyclan he would race up and down the camp. Zooming past frazzled warriors, challenging other kits to keep up with him if they dared. For a moment he pictures himself there, back in pine forest and the warm memories give him a little more resolve. Boosting his spirits enough to at least somewhat care about this race.

Winter's icy claws comb through his fur as the wind whistles past, his leg aching further, screaming in protest stride after stride. It was the slope of the hill that made him really feel the bruising and tug of healing wounds. His ears rotate to hear Sootpaw gaining ground behind him and Coyote slows to a trot and eventually a walk after the older tom passes him. Deep steady breaths flow in and out as he eventually walks across the metaphorical finish line some two or three fox lengths behind. While he still could have sprinted, he knew better than to tear his body apart and thus relented early. He didn't want another trip into Dandelion's den. ​

Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you​

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