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honeysucklepaw

honeysucklepaw

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May 12, 2024
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She is relentless in her pursuit of broader horizons, ones that would free her and bring something new to the lights of her eyes. Butterflies and rabbits were not satisfying enough, as mystical as their origins remained.. it left a gnawing hunger in her belly, like she was starving for information and understanding. Her purpose fluttered about on the wind at its whim, uncertain and uncomforting in the way it lacked concreteness.... She was practically grown enough now to experience the world, impatience itches between her toes and encourages defiant thinking- Brokenkit had once wandered out of camp, had abandoned her to her boredom. Why should he be allowed to explore, even if it was just the once?

Her hunting of spotted sunlight comes to its grandiose close, drawing her wispy-illusioned height to its fullest as she lunged to intercept the hobbling path of her leader. Narrow eyes peer up at him, as if daring him to step aside her or cast her away; she wouldn't be dismissed as a wailing babe, not this time! "Sunstar," her efforts to sound older, to deepen her voice to something closer to her mothers, falter as a squeak notes the end of his title.

"I think I should be allowed to start training now," she declares her wants with clarity and urgency, seeing no point in buttering him up where the stars had done plenty. They were practically kin in their twin destinies, handed to them from aster-dusted spirits with hopes of a brighter future. He must understanding. Will be made to understand that she is suffocating here, wilting like a flower deprived of water and light. Fearfully, she wonders if that is the great meaning buried in her name, and in her panic, her voice becomes more shrill and demanding. "I'm practically grown- I've been practicing, you can ask Bluefrost! And Scorchstreak has seen me too. I'm ready; I don't want to be sat in the nursery the next time something bad happens!"

Maybe if she'd been heeded sooner, she might've known something that could've saved Nightingalecry.... She might not sit with her den-mates and watch the silent embers in their eyes dim for every day they spent without their mother. "I'm Mintshade's daughter," she thinks to remind him, in case he forgot (and because she still wasn't entirely sure if it was a joke or not that Sunstar was her father. No one ever bothered to confirm for her who the mysterious second parent was...)

"My brother's Brokenkit," the longer she thinks on it, the more she's unsure he even has the time to keep track of who all even resides in this clan of bustling activity.

@SUNSTAR
mother tell me 𓇒𓆸 will you stay?

  • 'i wither under the scorching heat of my own fears'
  • HONEYSUCKLEKIT
    - child of wind-swept moors
    - she/her
    - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep

    - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes
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For whatever Honeysucklekit thinks of him, it is not a simple thing to forget Mintshade's litter. They shared her presence β€” the dark, gleaming pelts and, at least in this one's case, her venom-bright eyes. Shared with Sootstar, but far more intense against the darkness of this fur. That there is even a question of their parentage would make him laugh. Were he truly their father, he thinks that his pelt would win over. There must be some sign of thick fur, or broad shoulders. They are both wisp-like, though perhaps this is just a symptom of age. (He does not think it his pace to speak of their true father, especially when it had never been explicitly told to him. Especially when the cat that he looks upon is dead and gone.)

"Honeysucklekit," he tells her, a single word of assurance. (I know you. I do not need a reminder of your place in this world.) Once, he had been her mother's friend. Times within the nursery changed much, he thinks, and sadness carves a miserable, winding path that quickly refills with a blood-beat tide. Whatever fading connection there had been is pushed from his mind by the force of this one's presence. He is reminded singularly of Featherkit. At the time, their rules had been far more lax, and his son far more headstrong. Intent upon growing up quickly, but how much of that had been his own doing? She had thought herself a warrior the moment she learned to use her claws, for he had needed to use his claws as quickly as he could.

When he shared the news of this new code with WindClan, the response had been mixed. He himself had felt uncertain. The more time passes and the older he feels, the more he understands. Eyes gentled with understanding, a kitten's worst nightmare for their presence alone is a sign of what to come, lower with his head until he can look nearly eye-to-eye with the young feline. "There is purpose to your time in the nursery. Do you worry that we will not be able to protect you?"
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𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 πŒπ„π€π 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 ππ„π‘π•πŽπ”π’ β•± ( π‹πˆπŠπ„ 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 πƒπŽπ† ) γ€š 06.17 γ€› πŸŸ’α¨’
  • ooc: β€”
  • β†Ÿ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  β‹†β€†β‹†β€†β‹†β€†β‹†β€†β‹†β€†β‹†β€„β€„β‹†Μ΄ΜŒΝ›Ν–Μ»β€†β‹†Μ΅ΜΜΏΝƒΜΝΜΌΝˆ ⋆̢̬́̀
    ————  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.

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    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.
  • "speech"
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β”€β”€α¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿα¨’β†Ÿβ†Ÿα¨’β”€β”€ It is still strange to adjust to older apprentices, for reasons of his own childhood when his first battle preceeded clan apprentices by many moons. Perhaps six moons still feels an odd, arbitrary measure, but he has begun to understand its appeal as a Γ°ir who has lost a child and watched the others heal from scarring wounds. He imagines tending a kit of three moons for a grievous battle injuryβ€” and yes, he encounters a deep ache at the thought of smaller paws and a head not yet grown into large ears. Wolfsong knows when he and Sunstar first arrived in WindClan, he would not have balked at so young a warrior.

He would likely scorn Wolfsong as he is now and believe him a soft-bellied coward.

Perhaps he is.

Wolfsong stands beside his mate, watching Honeysucklekit present her argument with amusement and curiosity. What compels her to beseech him like this? As Sunstar asks, does she think she must rush to mature because she does not feel secure?

"You are Mintshade's daughter," he acknowledges, likely more than her mother ever will, but he does not speak on that. "Which is why you must be protected. If Sunstar named you an apprentice and you were injured, Mintshade would never let us sleep again."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.
medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv
  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† 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.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† 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..."
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† 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."
    β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† 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.
  • β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… 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.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜† KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
  • β€” β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜† POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to youβ€” it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
    β€” β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜† 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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Falling under a sky-soft gaze encourages the leggy she-kit to straighten her spine (if it can get any straighter), staring at him with sharp summer greens as her name tumbles from his mouth like fine, gentle rain. He does remember her... And for those few syllables that is the whole of her entity being uttered, she is overwhelmed with a sense of calm. She is not a withering bud, stared at through a magnifying glass and searing her sprouting leaves... just a wayward pink bloom in a field of spring blossoms. A smile curls at the corner of her lips, gaze flicking towards Wolfsong as the medicine cat ambles to join them.

It hadn't occurred to her that Mintshade might actually be quite the respectable WindClan warrior when not confined to the nursery with her tiny voidlings... No wonder the clan beseeched her for patience and sought so hard to keep her contained where they felt it was safer. Something like pride bubbles in her chest- or maybe it's an ego growing- only to be dashed with frustration that it is simultaneously her mother that keeps her safe and what keeps her trapped.

The mention of purpose steals her ears, sitting abruptly forward and with rapt attention. A purpose.... for the nursery? One of her teeth pokes out from behind her lip in a confused sort of disgust- "What is it?" Unless it is perhaps, what Wolfsong said (a bid for their clan-mates to keep their ears in tact)? The more important inquiry- a question of her safety- is what makes her paws tingle with discomfort, not wishing to admit something that could be upsetting but feeling unwilling to lie either.

"W-well," a stammer destroys the illusory bravado she'd presented herself with, "I dunno..." Paws shuffle amongst themselves in an effort to soothe her rising nervousness, eyes shifting between the two as her confidence waned. "I don't wanna be like Vulturekit," it is worded plainly, lacking the intention of cruelty but equally lacking in empathy, "They got stolen! And everyone was real scared for him... So.... This way you don't gotta be worried about me!"

mother tell me 𓇒𓆸 will you stay?

  • 'unsatisfied and ever-reaching'
  • HONEYSUCKLEKIT
    - child of wind-swept moors
    - she/her
    - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep

    - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes
​
 
β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”βŠ°β™ β™ β™ βŠ±β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”
Apprenticeship was in an agonizing wayward feeling of so close yet too far to feel any satisfaction in their waiting. He was practically counting down each sunrise and sunset that followed after, growing more restless in his sleep, in a nest and den he had now outgrown. A fact he is reminded of every time he uncurled long limbs from himself in the morning and stood beside his mother, who's head rest at his neck now.

His looming figure among the tall grasses is where he remained that day, watching Honeysucklekit broil in her own boredom while doing nothing to remedy it. Watching his Clanmates, peering into the small glances of their lives as they shared meals (or ate alone) and repaired nests and dens for one another was his entertainment. Honeysucklekit didn't understand, or at least shared no joy in participating in his silent watch.

Sunstar is making his usual path through the open clearing, perhaps for Tallrock, when Honeysucklekit blocked his path. His ears perked in interest as she addressed him, placing this cloak of maturity before the leader that was just as quickly torn away with further questioning.

Brokenkit slid through the stalks, ears flat once again to stand beside his sister.

The usual frown stapled to his maw pulled into a scowl as Wolfsong felt the need to bring up their mother. Mintshade, rampaging on behalf of their health? She would not need to if they already knew how to fend for themselves.

Their mother is not the only queen in the nursery, what was so special about Mintshade?

RHETORIC - FAILURE

There were rumors, if one could say as such, about Sunstar being their father. Would that be the cause of their strict protection? He knew Sunstar had been rather cross when he snuck out some moons ago, but nothing bad had come of it. What was out there that he would make the difference of facing today, compared to the few sunrises they had left as kits?

RHETORIC - SUCCESS

Honeysucklekit struck gold with Vulturekit, of course!

"But Periwinklebreeze...?" Were the toms kits not as special as them to have the same sense of urgency around their hovering? He was surely jealous of the kit, too, getting to not only leave camp but the chance to see outside of WindClan altogether!

β™  i swear to god, i did what i could β€”β€”β€”β€” β™  i practically begged you
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  • Brokenkit
    β€”βŠ°β‹… kit of windclan | 5 months
    β€”βŠ°β‹… he/him
    β€”βŠ°β‹… mintshade x gracklestep
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    β€”βŠ°β‹… sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
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Cottonsprig can remember when the news of the new codelaw had been shared. Like Wolfsong, moons of living beneath it has softened her to some sort of understanding. StarClan, even watching Honeysucklekit and Brokenkit now, standing on their toes to appear taller and combat their leader's brutish height, she cannot imagine them as apprentices like she and her siblings were. They're children. Children who's fields have been razed and unyielding to the heat, but children nonetheless. Perhaps they as the adults would do well to ensure little paws stay busy and far from boredom...

Unless Sunstar likes being asked, time and time again, if apprentices can be made slightly early. Maybe it's something to do with ego. The she-cat does not think she'll ask.

"Vulturekit, I think, was a special situation..." Cottonsprig hums as she approaches, her own expression unsure. Is there anything they can tell her little cousins that would help them in waiting? Or are they as persistent as their mother, determined to become little nuisances in her image? She thinks, forgive me, Mintshade, and almost laughs at the idea of her aunt being proper crossed with her. Everything to that woman seemed to be nothing more than a joke, after all.

"Maybe you can find some apprentices to teach you how to... barricade the nursery!" Blue eyes sweep towards Sunstar and Wolfsong, briefly. "That way, you can be of help should something happen again," StarClan forbid it does.​
 
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