pafp SHE CANT KEEP THEM ALL SAFE // newcomers

[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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Periwinklebreezes return to camp is certainly not going the way he'd expected. He just wanted to spend time with his new mate - away from his kits, because as much as he adores them he knows Gravesnap is not yet as keen... and in truth, sometimes its just nice to be out on the moorland, soaking up the sun. His breif taste of freedom is wonderful - until, of course, theyd been interrupted. And bleeding heart that he is, he leaves no room for argument in bringing them back. He cannot claim them to be allowed to stay - thats sunstars choice alone - but he wants to give them the chance to plead their case, at least.

" Sunstar, " comes the queens call, and though calm the sheer fact he makes a point to be loud enough to be heard is enough to raise anyones suspicions. The tom is through the gorse tunnel a few heartbeats before the ithers, his long legs carrying him swiftly into camp. " We f-fund something wh-while out, " he says, once attention has been garnered.

And its rather hard to miss what that 'something' is, as unfamiliar figures pad into camp. " We found them wandering - th-they said their parents are dead. That they w-would like to join - to stay. Th-they have no where else to g-go, " By the new warrior codes, they're only kits - not hardly older then his own, if that. How could he have turned them away? Blue eyes are pleading, but in truth part of him still expects them to be turned away. Regardless, he will bear the consequences of this choice.

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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// @SUNSTAR @weepingkit @mourningkit @GRAVELSNAP

if you arent on the taglist above please wait for sunstar to post first.

 

[mourningpaw]

When they arrive in this place called camp... the child does not gawk or stare. It's nothing more than a dip in the ground with some particular holes. She can tell walking by one that it stinks - the scents sting her nose and overwhelm her. One not far off smells almost like their mother... a milk-like scent, though their mother hasn't offered them milk in moons. Only prey. Something about their teeth being too sharp.

Nameless she claims to be, the child snaps her teeth at the memory, looking towards the behemoth that the black-and-silver one beckons. Sunstar, a peculiar name. The pointed kitten pulls her tail around her sibling's hind leg, tucking them close to her body as she looks up at the three-legged leader. Something awful must've happened for him to lose a whole leg... Maybe this idea wasn't so great after all.

"Hi," she says, eventually. After a bit, her ears pin back, "They said you have food," she continues. She'd stay for a meal, sure. Maybe these cats can teach her and her sister how to properly hunt, too. That'd be nice.​

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ The black-patched tom trails after Periwinklebreeze, all too happy to follow in his mate’s pawsteps. The queen would never lead him astray, especially not when the both of them now lead a pair of orphaned kits back to WindClan’s camp. He cannot help but to wonder—if Peri hadn’t been there, would he have left these kits behind? Would he have simply escorted them to the border, and abandoned them to the mercy of whatever lies in wait outside of the moorland’s borders? Would he have sent them marching off into the loner lands, potentially to become new recruits for DuskClan to pluck up into their own ranks? Still, they don’t dare argue with their mate, not only because Peri is stubborn and determined but also because they are just kits. They are harmless, overall, and Sunstar has been allowing quite a few outsiders to join WindClan’s ranks as of late. The clan could use all the new paws it can get, especially now that they are at odds with so many of the other clans—including Granitepelt’s phony excuse for a clan.

Periwinklebreeze introduces the kits to the clan by calling out for Sunstar, announcing that they’d found the two orphaned kits while they were out. Gravelsnap draws to their mate’s side, dark tail fluttering close against the queen’s. They don’t like the idea of bringing back a couple of kits who might attempt to cling to their tail, but they also don’t like the idea of leaving their mate to fend for himself against the rest of the clan. This isn’t the first time Peri has found random kits whilst out wandering—although the truth of Dustkit, Vulturekit, and Bilberrykit’s arrival in WindClan has been revealed to them—and scrutiny is sure to run rampant. Hazel eyes lift to dance across Sunstar’s face, carefully avoiding meeting the leader’s gaze. "If it’s… necessary, I will help provide for them." One of the kits speaks up to repeat what they had told her: WindClan has food to spare for starving kits. Gravelsnap casts the kit a brief glance before returning their attention to Sunstar, hoping that the leader will allow them to stay. Only for Peri’s sake, of course.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[weepingkit]

This world that her sister brings her into is strange and scary. The scents that batter her nose are like none other - it's nothing like their mother, warm and welcoming. It is hardened, organized and cautious. The girl remains quiet as they follow the strangers back to their 'WindClan'. It is not until the friendlier of the two calls out for others that she finally utters a noise.

While her sister inquires for food, this one follows up with a meek whimper. She is small and pitiful, with round eyes that put her fear on full display. There are others here? Fortunately for her sister, the pointed kitten's cowardice plays up her story in full. To them, she is not a kitten dragged into the unknown by her confident littermate; she is an orphan, who just witnessed the death of her parents.

// ooc: sleepy post </3

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  speech is #58778d
  

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• WEEPINGKIT ✩ kit of windclan
  ⭃ she/her ━ afab ━ ?? moons
  ⭃ a small, wispy blue point kitten with dull blue eyes.
  ⭃ sister to mourningkit
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ A beat. His heart feels far louder than it must truly be. "You found them," he echoes. Disbelief tests the edges of ice. Memories of moons past swim to the forefront of his mind. Periwinklepaw had slipped from camp and been dragged back by his own paws, a lead warrior of Sootstar at the time who looked upon the young feline with cautious, narrowed eyes. What little he knew of Periwinkle then was in his traitor's blood and meek demeanor. Kind at most all times, until he is not. With moons he had grown to trust him enough to be among his council. That alone is what keeps him from devolving into complete madness. That Gravelsnap stands beside him bolsters the case. He, too, was always steadfast. And certainly not a liar.

Sunstar hauls himself to his paws. Or– at least the ones that remain. He can see where the kittens' eyes linger. His response is caught somewhere between a wary ache and standing proud. It was not an easy life, but that did not mean it wasn't worth it. "Where were they found?" Agitated, he considers this: Sootstar rolling in her grave, the other clans looking at them as no better than SkyClan, more bellies to feed while their lands are still weak. "Would those at the horseplace not care for them just the same?"

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. don't take this as refusal he can be persuaded <3

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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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 boxy 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.
  
  
  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 much to prove.

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[mourningpaw]

Gravelsnap bids an offer to feed the two littlelings, and for a moment gratefulness sparks in the older one's eye. Nothing different than their parents would've done, she knows, but it seems like the cats around here don't play it safe with their lives. They're all scarred up, missing limbs and working eyes... She'd let anyone catch her food if it meant she could grow up as ruthless and strong as these... WindClan cats.

Sunstar, however... is pathetic. She decides so as the tom warily asks where the girls were retrieved. Asks if they can simply be hauled elsewhere, made the issue of some other folk. Frustration simmers behind childishly narrowed eyes - is she not enough? She traversed lands unknown, she kept herself and her sister alive and well up until now! What sort of kittens do they have here if what she's already done isn't exemplary enough? She squares her shoulders.

"Excuse me, Sunstar," she starts, and though her composure is well kept, she is still a child wading through her own unruly emotions. "I would like to speak for myself. And my sister, of course - she's too frail to speak on her own at the moment," a brief glare is sent her sister's way, yet a contrasting comforting tail loops around the other's body. "Our father had begun to teach us how to hunt when we saw the full moon for the third time. We are not perfect -" the lie stretches but even she knows not to suggest immaculate skill. "- but we are... five moons old now, I think," is she lying? Even she doesn't know. She's stopped counting. "If you allow us to eat and rest then - then we can hunt for you and your WindClan in return. We will not be a burden," at least, she won't be. Her sister is a different story.

"Please, Sunstar, sir. The horseplace isn't for us. We -" she nudges her sister closer forward, holding her close, "We want to be... WindClan-cats. If that's possible."

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Pathetic is a word used too often to describe the golden tom– or at least in recent moons, within the security of his own skull. He has not heard it said aloud. That is certainly for the best. Rage is an unkind look upon him, and it would spark like struck flint at such a slight, however resilient his pride may be. (Though perhaps it would not if he heard it from a kit's tongue, who even with a missing limb he could pin with one paw.) His kindness does not extend far. His exhausted agitation gives way to a flash of teeth as Mourningkit continues on. In another circumstance it might be amusing. That a kitten would speak to him this way is beyond the current atmosphere of the clan. They seem kind, or– afraid of him, in equal parts. Perhaps it was just the stories he carried with him.

For now, Sunstar's expression is stone. "I ask them to speak for you as they are responsible for whatever comes of this." How many barn cats had they allowed in for their help? How many of them had turned tail and admitted that this was not their life? How many more would he allow before the walls of his generosity came crumbling down? "Our clan is not an easy place place to come and rest. Should you choose to stay here, it is a commitment. Both to you, and those who have brought you here. Understand this." Five moons old — it seems so young, now, but he had learned to fight as he learned to walk as these kittens had; he had mentored younger, and led them to battle. If they were old enough to survive. . . well, they hardly needed WindClan. Not so much that he would give his kindness freely.

With a measured stare, there is no distinct sign of when he makes his decision. He does not relax or offer them a comforting blink. His incautious gaze is firmly on the verbal kit, then to the one that wails and snivels. Then, finally, to the two warriors. "You will both teach them the ways of WindClan while they remain in the nursery. Their apprenticeship will come in a moon. Ensure that they are both prepared." With a flick of his tail, Sunstar stalks off towards the burrow that smells of stinging herbs, and descends into the dark.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. out! feel free to curse him out now that he's out of earshot <3
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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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 boxy 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.
  
  
  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 much to prove.

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