private SORRY, NOT SORRY [ Scorchstar ]

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕"I know your wounds still sting, but thank you for accompanying me." the tabby spoke to the two warriors beside her. If Raccoonstripe knew that she was coming here with only two warriors, he would call her a dammed fool. But there were few able bodies left to patrol and hunt, and she didn't wish to take more than necessary.

As they padded into the Fourtrees clearing, she spotted the new moorland queen waiting for her. Despite the friendliness she had once felt towards the other molly, it is hard for her to wash down the feeling of wariness she feels about approaching her. She had invited Scorchstar here, but how did she know for sure the other clan wasn't also involved in the other three clan's alliance? Would Windclan swarm her small patrol here today, outnumbering them unfairly like Riverclan had? Was Scorchstar taking advantage of her being away from the camp, and having Windclan warriors invade their home, driving them out of the forest with the other clans by their side? Perhaps this was a mistake, but it was too late to back down now. Flamestar lifted her muzzle, and padded towards her former journey-mate. "Thank you for meeting me here." She began, motioning with her tail for Palefire and Wildheart to wait back. She trusted her clanmates wholeheartedly, but she wanted to demonstrate to Scorchstar that Thunderclan was not a threat...unless need be. Should Windclan attack them here, she would fight to the end of her nine lives to keep her two clanmates safe.

"As you can see, by the herbs on all of our pelts...Thunderclan has been attacked. Riverclan and Shadowclan have both stolen territory from us, they worked together in a joint attack, ambushing outnumbered evening patrols." She rolls her shoulders, and scans the clearing before continuing. Her voice lowers, so if there were any ears in the bushes, her next words would not be overheard. "We have many kits in our nursery that will go hungry unless we take action." Revealing a weakness, perhaps not her best choice in words, but despite her taste for vengeance, she was still a mother. " I am proposing an alliance between our clans. We can claim Fourtrees as our hunting grounds...Windclan and Thunderclan will both hunt here. I assume the early frost has startled your prey as well?"

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

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  @SCORCHSTAR @PALEFIRE @WILDHEART
  
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[PALEFIRE]

"Of course," she murmured quietly in reply to Flamestar's thanks. Her leader didn't have to ask twice for Palefire's company on her walk to Fourtrees. In truth, it was an honor. It didn't feel like it was that long ago that her relationship with her clan had been shattered, their trust in her lost. Yet, she was determined to claw her way back into their good graces. For Flamestar to ask for her as an escort... it was a sign that she was on the path to winning back the fiery tabby's respect. The Thunderclan monarch would not need more warriors to ensure her safety; Palefire would die before she let anything happen to her.

The lynx-point had been present on the patrol wherein Flamestar had requested a clandestine meeting with Scorchstar. The purpose of this conversation hadn't been spoken aloud yet, but Palefire could guess well enough where it might be heading. With the forces they were now facing on two fronts, and Skyclan teetering on the same sharp edge, Windclan was their beacon of hope for support. Would they be interested in helping, though? Something in the back of her mind doubted it. But maybe Scorchstar would surprise them all.

When the tortoiseshell's ebony figure appeared from the underbrush, the young warrior felt her fur stand on-end. It wasn't so much hostility... more a bone-deep sense of unease. This whole situation was dangerous, and any number of things could go wrong. But she trusted Flamestar's judgement, and when the red tabby motioned for her guards to stay back, Palefire nodded in silent confirmation. Her paws planted firmly to the ground but she did not relax, her icy gaze trailing after the star-kissed leaders as they stepped away to talk in private.

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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[WILDHEART]

Luck had spared Wildheart from the worst of injuries, his inexperienced opponent had been easy enough to overcome, so he had walked away with bruises and a few small cuts on his belly and shoulders. Though it had taken a mental toll, and those sorts of wounds couldn’t be treated with herbs.

Being called upon to accompany Flamestar to such a meeting came as a surprise, and admittedly the small patrol had him worried too. If things went wrong… no, it wouldn’t. He shouldn’t think like that, and even if the worst happened he would fight with all he had to ensure that ThunderClan’s leader would remain safe. ”Any time, Flamestar.” He rumbled in reply as he dipped his head to her.

Wildheart remembered a time where all looked at WindClan with wariness and hatred as they were once led by the mad queen Sootstar. It felt odd to know that WindClan had lived under Sunstar, and now Scorchstar since those dark times. He wouldn’t lie that he was wary, but he tried to maintain a neutral outlook. At least he would until he learned more during this encounter. Would ThunderClan gain another ally today? Or would WindClan wade in to strike an already battered clan?

The calico tom waited beside Palefire with his head held high and his chest puffed out, maintaining a strong and patient pose as he let Flamestar and Scorchstar talk. Now he just needed to hold his tongue.
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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The entirety of WindClan’s council—minus the two medicine cats—stretches behind Scorchstar. It appears that Flamestar has only brought two cats, neither of them members of her own council, and so the calico flicks her tail in a motion ordering her trio of lead warriors to wait at the treeline for her. They are within view, within earshot, but they are not a threatening force. ThunderClan has seen enough of those, it seems. Scorchstar does not fear the forest clan, nor does she expect any violence from Flamestar. They may be leaders of opposing clans, but they had gone on the journey together to save all the clans; there is a camaraderie between them, so she doubts that the already-battered molly would risk drawing her here only to ambush her.

The first thing Flamestar does is thank her, and Scorchstar’s tail flicks warmly. She is still uncertain of the nature of this meeting; she understands there is to be a proposal, but to what end she has yet to find out. "You are welcome." She can indeed see that ThunderClan has faced hardship; the bitter scent of herbs fills her nostrils even from a distance. Flamestar explains their neighboring clans’ treachery, which comes as no surprise to the calico. "RiverClan has always been cowardly, unafraid of using underhanded tactics to get what they desire. They care little for the suffering of other clans." The words fall scathing from her tongue, flames licking at brittle underbrush.

At last, the red tabby comes around to the point of this visit. She wishes to claim Fourtrees for hunting purposes, the land shared between WindClan and ThunderClan. It would be mutually beneficial, she thinks. More prey hunting territory, as well as a secure ally nearby, could prove to be good for the moorland clan. Flamestar is correct: WindClan has found prey to be more scarce in the fields. She can imagine that the forest is much the same."You are correct to assume so; our hunting has been… less than stellar since the cold set in. I would accept your proposal on the terms that your warriors stay off of WindClan land—my warriors would do the same, of course." With a flourish of her flame-streaked tail, the leader’s golden eyes slide to her council. She regards them calmly, awaiting their judgment. "Are we all in agreement with this?"

YOU KNOW I DESERVE IT ☽♰☾ WELL, TAKE IT OUT ON ME

• ooc: @SCORCHSTORM @Periwinklebreeze. @DIMMINGSUN
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• SCORCHSTAR ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ she/they, leader of windclan, tunneler
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & brackenpaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

ATOMS AND LOW SELF-ESTEEM,
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 28 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Paws tread softly as he follows Scorchstar - content with the decision to meet thunderclan. Of all the clans, they have given windclan the least amount of trouble - and while not exactly friends, he'd dare to call Flamestar a cat he'd trust, if only from shared experiences. Still, they can never be too careful, not when leafbare threatens to sink it's claws into them in full force any day now, and so he waits patiently where he's asked with keen eyes, a tilt of his head his silent greeting towards the fire-furred leader.

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[DIMMINGSUN]

The decision had come easy; to accompany Scorchstar on this uncertain endeavor had been a no-brainer, since her willingness to actively invite Dimmingsun on these matters easily serves to make his heart soar. Perhaps that talk, right before Sunstar made up his mind, had been worth all the shame and all the apprehension. Dimmingsun walks along his leader with his usual confidence, easily towering over her and Periwinklebreeze. Whatever Flamestar has in mind... if it's of ill-intent, he will be there to bear the worst of it. A renowned amount of dedication towards his leader is born on the cusp of the ThunderClan's leader suffering.

And perhaps for that reason alone, his whiskers twitch with indignation upon the silent order to stay back. Neither cats beside Flamestar are council members — but if she had been the one to lure Scorchstar all the way out here, then she should be fine to dance along the tune of WindClan's queen. Nevertheless, Dimmingsun stays behind with Periwinklebreeze.

"Quiet witnesses..." Dimmingsun muses to him. He takes note of the awful state the ThunderClan trio is in; herbs plastered to their flanks, no doubt concealing wounds in a state of healing. Whatever had happened since the last moon? Evidently, Flamestar is not out of the trenches just yet, despite Skyclaw being long gone.

Then comes the proposal. Dimmingsun reacts very little to these revelations — there is little to react to when he already considers all other Clans with very little dignity, so their treachery is all but expected. It is what follows that interests him, the notion of an alliance in turn, fostering both WindClan and ThunderClan throughout these cold moons... Scorchstar turns her attention to her council, and Dimmingsun is eager to nod his approval. "Sounds fair to me. As long as ThunderClan agrees to these terms."
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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The fiery tabby dips her head as Scorchstar sets the terms for their agreement. It was a fair counter, one that she had already began upholding before she had came to visit the moorland queen. "My warriors have already been ordered to stay off of Windclan lands." Riverclan, Shadowclan, and Skyclan were free game however. It disgusted her to deliberately order her warriors to break the code, but there were too many hungry kits in the nursery. Some would become apprentices in the next meeting, but even after Nightbird's litter left, the den was still bursting at the seams. Hopefully with this new hunting ground secured, Thunderclan wouldn't have to resort to stealing as their only source of food.

Behind the calico, Periwinklebreeze and Dimmingsun voiced their agreement, and she dipped her head in acknowledgment to them both. "Thank you. Thunderclan won't forget this."

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

• ooc.
  
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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