STRINGS OF FATE 〘 RETURN 〙ˊˎ﹤


His eyes burn, turns to Jaggedoak with a stare so sharp it is a wonder the brute keeps his blood in his body. To think he was once one of Sootstar’s more loyal only to turn so bitterly when she is being disrespected to blatantly before him; perhaps he would like to join Hyacinthbreath in RiverClan if he feels so strongly about the feelings of treasonous rodents squeaking in unison. The blue ticked tom’s tail lashes once as he turned, does not offer the other a moment longer of his attention, “Perhaps you ought to rethink your stance, Jaggedoak, because given it directly opposes our leader then you may next join them out in the blizzard for what you’re worth.”
Great oaf of a cat, needed to learn to keep his fool mouth closed until he learned which side he was on. They didn't need cats with such unstable loyalties burdening the clan and if he so wanted to join them then the blue tom would not deny him that.

Juniperfrost goes silent in face of the ashen she-cat's declaration, listens intently and he is more than pleased by her judgement and even more delighted to know he would be granted rights as executioner to her will.
He could not be given a better gift than he was granted now, if Sootstar had not already shown herself to be worthy of his support it was this simple act that might have granted it to her fully now. Juniperfrost had despised this simpering little coward from the first day they met, listened to him act defiantly and then shy away the moment he was given the attention he apparently wanted with how he spoke. No more of that nonsense, Sunstride’s methods were admirable and may very well work on most cats but not this one. He wasn’t entirely unconvinced Yewberry wasn’t using the more understanding tom as a shield against the others, pleading that his inability to stand up for himself did not exist when clearly he had shown his true colors now. A liar, a traitorous liar. Galeforce at least has the decency to remain strong in his stance, as foolish as it was; far better than the weasely little lilac tom who changed sides depending on who yelled at him the loudest. His teeth were not meant for the once proud warrior, perhaps his grief blinded him but he would still be given no leniency. He would, however, be spared Juniperfrost's own claws because he wanted only the rabbithearted blood of Yewberry to coat them. The tom glances briefly to the side, his brother's bright red coat contrasting his own pale blue. They would get to carry out his threat.
His paws shift into a careful stance, making it blatantly obvious his intentions long before bares his teeth.

"Run." It is a final warning, a mercy, a testament to his unwavering patience that he does not spring immediately; what is a chase if he acts first if not just a slaughter-he could garner more amusement in the act of the hunt.


-Preparing to gun for @Yewberry & giving a glance to @LYNXTOOTH.
 
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There is a sweeping chill which races up his spine. At this disaster that begins to chase them as his clanmates threaten to chase the one who seeks solace at his side. He has always held the power to make such decisions– beneath his father's rule, his voice was second only to him. In the wilds, his choices became his own. Yet here...here, it has been ripped from him, and the consequences have come upon him all at once. Sootstar had always been an ambiguous evil. A woman who would act for her clan, her people. The great warrior that came back from her final day to fight anew tomorrow, and had brought the rogues into her fold to teach them better ways. And now her wisdom is tainted. Sunstride can see it now. Her pride, and her paranoia alongside. No longer is she a thing birthed of legend, but a cat like any other, gifted power and trust to make this legend. All that he had been denied. All that he wanted. Looking at her now, did he still?

Selfishly, he wishes to go against her demands. Yewberry, at least, he may argue for. He had made efforts to teach the tom the ways of better warriors, and there was more to be done. Yet as the brothers prepare for a hunt, and Galeforce offers his side in a shield, Sunstride slowly begins to understand that it would do more harm than good to keep him here. There was a greater life outside of these moors, where these days may weigh less on his shoulders. Perhaps he will grow anew, and find himself a warrior still. Though he dares not offer any sign of his comfort, he does not shy from the tunneler's side. He will be no permanent shield, but he will at least weather this rage at his side.

Though his gaze does not leave where it is pinned to Sootstar, a curious guard between this world and the emotion in his eyes, his head lowers back to Wolfsong. All he murmurs is, "Yes." Please.

Finally, he stands. "Bristle at his speech as you may, Juniperfrost, there is truth in what they say. We have clanmates to care for, and a dead warrior to send to your stars. Save your hunt for warmer days. This snow will cause only more deaths– yours should not be found in its number."
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  • SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
    —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
    —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
    —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.

    sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
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lynxtooth hardly spares a glance toward @rainpaw's outburst — he'll speak to her mentor later, have a punishment arranged. perhaps a particularly brutal training session is in order. she is only a child, one still to be molded and taught respect — it'll be beaten and clawed into her, if need be, to make her into the warrior that windclan needs — she is not like these traitors, full-grown active threats who will be chased out with extreme prejudice if they don't stop fucking talking.

to @JaggedOak and @WOLFSONG he merely chuckles — "a threat to this clan is a threat to this clan, no matter their birth. you are not wrong: if they'd turned against sootstar in battle i'd have struck them down just as quickly." amber eyes narrow, rage simmering beneath ginger fur. so wolfsong sees something wrong with the idea of defending a leader in battle? now that's not a good look. he'll have to keep an eye on that one...

"anyone who would do otherwise is a liability in battle, a danger to their clanmates. and i for one won't willingly endanger a loyal clanmate." it's a challenge he does not bother to disguise: come now. warriors of windclan, aren't you? so act like it. defend this clan's honor, rather than wasting your words on traitors.

he'd kill and die for any windclanner sworn to sootstar's glory. that's a fact, and he has done nothing to indicate otherwise, this much he knows.

he is no charlatan. he is, at his core, a protector. he loves this clan.

he is just very, very brutal about it.

so when sootstar gives the order, his eyes flash — his head snaps toward her, smile curling across his features — finally. weeding out the pests.

juniperfrost gives warning ( "run." ) and lynxtooth, muscles coiled, poised to strike, waits hardly a moment for the word to sink in before he's moving.

he lunges after @Galeforce. massive hind legs propel him forward into a running start, claws extended — "OFF THIS TERRITORY, SCUM, I'LL HAVE YOUR THROAT — "

"come, we're leaving," the cocky brown tabby had said, nose in the air — how adorable. as though he does not stand on murderous territory — as though he didn't paint a target on his own back with words like that against their leader. trespassers shall be killed on sight and galeforce and yewberry are trespassers, now.

he hopes they can run fast enough to make this fun.

he wonders what galeforce's blood will taste like.

// out! as i believe the chase is meant to continue in a separate thread.

. . . tags.
 
Weaselclaw wants to mourn, wants the solidarity of his Clanmates, but these fools, as always, have other agendas. He stares, malice drawing his features dark and heavy, as one by one, the harebrains begin their tirades. It's tiresome -- he's come to loathe these outbursts. No matter who dies at the paws of who, these idiots find fault and lay it like a corpse at Sootstar's blameless paws.

He looks at Dandelionwish, really seeing the danger he poses. Like Honeytwist, the soft-hearted fool was not meant for the harsh, rugged life of a moorland cat. His rant earns him a demotion, and it is not like Weaselclaw's had been -- the rest of the Clan begins to froth in response.

He eyes Vulturemask before the dark-pelted cat leaves, surprise glinting in silver-blue eyes. He hadn't expected Sootstar to make this cat their healer. Fanged, wicked, glowering perpetually -- Weaselclaw shakes his head, but he does not question her. Vulturemask at least has always been loyal to her cause -- more than anyone can say for the ranting sepia declared prisoner.

Galeforce and Yewberry. Weaselclaw's heart goes out to the brown tabby, who has lost the love of his life, his closest friend, but the treachery in his rant solidifies his resolve. Yewberry has always been suspicious to him -- ferrety mink of a cat, switching sides and cowering from authority. Like Juniperfrost, the tabby's claws unsheathe as he imagines giving the little rat clawmarks to remember him by, remember WindClan by.

He gives Sunsong a scornful look as he tries in vain to peacekeep. "You've seen how reasoning with these cats goes," he snaps, the fur bristling along his spine. "Sootstar has spoken. These cats are trespassers on our territory now and must be dealt with accordingly."

He takes mental note of every cat who challenges Lynxtooth and Juniperfrost -- Wolfsong, Rainpaw, Sedgerunner, all of them cemented in his mind as cats to be suspicious of, wary of. Even his co-lead warrior, attempting in vain to stay the claws of his Clanmates.

"Yewberry and Galeforce are not WindClanners any longer." His pale eyes harden, gleaming like polished stones in his dark face. "Time to defend our territory."

/ out, to the chase
 

Goodness gracious, this escalated quickly. What a shame about the vision, he thought Dandelionwish was a good kid. But if Starclan said he was a weed, then who was he to tell dead people they're wrong?

They're dead!

They KNOW things.

The rabble rises up in protest of each other. He can't help but yawn. Was this necessary? He sighed.

The tension continues to grow and he just.... Doesn't quite care.

He does not see the rebels as the threat everyone thinks they are. He could sit on Yewberry and kill him. He could beat up Galeforce as he would anyone else. Dandelionwish...... He didn't LIKE killing cats who hadn't even seen a full cycle of seasons.....But life wasn't fair, was it?

The threats made by Lynxtooth and Juniperfrost, Tigerfrost, even little Gravelpaw, made him want to laugh. Tryhards, the lot of them.

He raised a paw and examined his claws. "This drama is  not good for my claws."


 


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Sootstar does sympathize with Sedgerunner, she does grieve for the loss of Sunsetbreeze similarly to Weaselclaw... but they shouldn't be mistaken. It was not her who took away Sunsetbreeze's deserved time to be grieved and tended to, it was these traitorous cats. Sunset would get his proper funeral, they would groom and clean his fur, they would share tongues with him one last time.

Sootstar snorts at Galeforce's threat to one day return and kill her, "You'll be long buried before that day comes, traitor. I'll be here for generations." For all she knew, they was true and hardly an exaggeration. She had eight whole lives to live out, she was convinced she'd be on this mortal plane for a very long time.

She watches them both run off, Juniperfrost, Lynxtooth, and her mate all give into chase to make sure they get off WindClan land or die in it. They've made their bed. Now that they were finally out of her fur she had Sunsetbreeze to tend to, she had loyal warriors to aid. "Those of you that need healing please see Dandelionwish. Those who are able must help me with Sunsetbreeze, groom him up and bring him to the middle of camp to be mourned." With that said, she's off in the direction of the fallen warrior.

//out, sorry again if i didnt reply to everything

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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )

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╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 34 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

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╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes


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╰ ★ ჻ 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
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

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╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.
 
She can get away with her silence in times like this sometimes it's easier to let the warriors do the talking, she can hear the under-current of danger in every syllable she hears Lynxtooth hiss or in the steely blues of Juniperfrost's eyes as they lay in weight for the guillotine to drop. She waits for Icepaw's words and when they do come she only looks back to her for a moment to catch the sight of dried blood hidden beneath the other apprentices silken fur and she's reminded of her anger earlier, it's easy to manifest spark reigniting it no matter how much the embers had been smashed by the revelations of today; the death of Sunsetbreeze and the imprisonment of their medicine cat she doesn't know things won't end there but nothing would get worse.❝Those foxhearted bastards! Hurtin' you for just a single shred of catmint, if it were up to me i'd go stompin' right back in there and destroy that entire den❞ she growls, Icepaw should'a stuck this one out at camp like the rest of the soft-paws but she'd went and fought and Firepaw can respect that, she bled like the rest of them even if she didn't like the sight of it. She asks about her something she doesn't expect and she wonder why she cares? Was she gonna make fun of her over the fact she had any marks at all, well she should just see the other apprentices! ❝I'm fine!❞ she responds voice terse ❝I've gotten worse wounds from trainin'❞ she declares and if it weren't for the seeping wound on her side still trickling with every breath she takes then it wouldn't be so much of a lie.

Her attention is snatched away before she can tell Icepaw of the ones she fought, Sootstar's words ring in her ears, they would lose more cats today but could she say they were as much of a loss as Sunsetbreeze or even Dandelionwish. She turns on her heel to watch stepping one paw step out to get closer, Yewberry a sniveling kit of a warrior was no longer one of them he'd be exiled - chased out of the moors and into the unknown likely deaths clutches. His bravery had been more akin to stupidity and his apology hadn't been enough for Sootstar, she doesn't have any gripes after all one less useless mouth to feed the better. Least she and the other apprentices might get the fill he lost out on. He's told to run or face persecution by the claws of Lynxtooth and Juniperfrost and her own claws unsheathe and she wonders idly if he was faster then the hares she often missed. A strong part of her wants to find out, a stronger part of her knows it'd be a good way to show her devotion her unflinching loyalty. Windclan wasn't one to show such mercy to their traitors and they'd had so many, they'd continue having them. Sootstar's eyes lay on Galeforce now his fate laid out bare in front of him. He's not a useless warrior like Yewberry, he'd fought for Windclan and lost more then any of them did on this day was he really gonna lose his home as well? Her own eyes curiously fall on him as well she takes another step tail lashing, looking ready to pounce into action.

He chooses his fate, his own pride over the clan who raised him and part of her can't believe it. No matter what she could never leave windclan and spit in the face of Sootstar, was the mousebrain even thinking at all? It doesn't feel right, he shouldn't just be exiled like Yewberry but he had every chance to shut up he could've made it up to Sootstar. He asked for this, he was getting what was coming to him! It wasn't that hard to be loyal, Sunsetbreeze was loyal until the very end he died for them, no for Galeforce didn't he? Did that sacrifice mean nothing? She's about to run up to join her claws with those of her seniors, to run with them to be the loyal Windclanner she was raised to be and these two... rogues didn't have the guts to be. Before she can her ear twitches and she can hear Rainpaw's own dissent and she feels her heart in her throat, this mousebrain was she even watching what was unflding could she not hold her tongue? At least with Lynxtooth and the others so close by, she whips around to snap a hushed warning her way. ❝Shut up Rainpaw, learn to bite your tongue unless ya wanna be called a traitor. It's Sootstar's orders, they aren't windclanners they're no better then a bunch of scared hares❞ it's unsure if she says it more to her or to herself. She shakes her head ❝Whatever do me a favor, just get Icepaw and smokepaw to Dandelionwish dun' let em tell you later! I'll be back!❞ she tells her before she goes running from their sides closer to the large paws of Juniperfrost. She feels so small compared to him even now when she was almost ready to become a warrior she felt so miniscule to his might but that didn't matter, she didn't get to prove herself in the way she wanted to during the battle but she can prove herself here and now. No one would argue her loyalty. Her heart races in her chest but it's better then having her mind race, the less she hought the better she could pretend to be like her brothers. She can hardly feel the throbbing pain at her side anymore. Everything slowly fading out as she stares towards Yewberry and Galeforce as she would any other prey ripe for the chase.

She hears more yowls going against Sootstar and the warriors who came to defend her - against her even standing right here ready to nip at the heels of the exiles. Shame on you all she can hear Sedgerunner declare, her ears pin back. In a way she's right but it doesn't matter right now, it wasn't them disrespecting Sunsetbreeze's memory and will right? Galeforce made his decision to say what he said, Yewberry too this had nothing to do with honoring the fallen warrior she'd pay her respects after the 'enemies' were driven out. She yowls her words ❝Galeforce shit on his sacrifice! He chose to betray Sootstar all on his own, he wants to kill her, she's our leader! He doesn't deserve to just leave peacefully, he deserves to bleed for his words!❞ it's the right thing to say isn't it? her slit of a gaze tries to find the she-cat but she's already crouched by the body where she can't see her behind the legs and bodies of their clanmates. Would he come back if they didn't catch him and leave him with a lasting warning? SHe doubts it but if they just let him and Yewberry walk free would they remain bitter and fearless without the edge of the Humility they're all taught as apprentices to weather their tempers? Galeforce threatened Sootstar would he try to uphold those words? She hopes to never see them again it'd be easier that way. Their lead warrior speaks against it but Badgermoon's words don't cut in to lend their assistance, Sootstar had already given them the pass already to do as they pleased she didn't have to listen. But she also doesn't snap at him like she does for Sedgerunner.

Lynxtooth lunges first, followed by Juniperfrost, and Weaselclaw she wouldn't wait much longer before she too leaps ahead into the fast as run she can muster teeth gritting with pain as the wounds on her side stretch with the force of her movements but it's easy to ignore if she just tunnel visions the objective. If she just focuses on the forms of Lynxtooth and Weaselclaw in front of her. She's younger then them, not as strong but all the same she's there regardless of any orders or the words and disagreements of her peers. She does her best to catch up, to at least keep up with the pack. If not be biting at the heels of Yewberry and Galeforce.

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( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )
 
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"Fair enough." He said to Sootstar. He had to admit he was wishy washy. Back pedaling. He does not fault her there.

He then looked to Lynxtooth who glowered down at him. Those were some threats..... Yewberry smiled venomously up at him.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? You look like the kind of guy who loves beating those smaller and weaker than him, so it makes sense. Pathetic, really." He hissed.

He glanced around at the cats thirsting for his blood. Rogues, clan cats, he took note of all their faces.

Wrath bubbled up inside. Hatred.

It was painfully clear in this very moment.... He was never welcome here, was he?

He was never a Windclanner.

Cats that he would have protected if they were in danger. Worried over if they came back wounded.

They were quick to see him as prey. No hesitation. No remorse.

In fact, they were all waiting for this moment, weren't they? Waiting for the opportunity to sink their fangs into his flesh thinking he was just a weak, sniveling coward. Dead weight.

What a fool he had been to care about them. He should have known though, shouldn't he? The looks he got. The way he was regarded. It was his fault for not realizing sooner, really.

He looked to Sunstride with a softened gaze and bumped his head to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Take care of yourself, Sunstride. You're a blessing on this clan." He said.

He looked to the nursery, where Echolight was and where his kits were.

If any of these murderous savages even threatened them....He would kill them. Some way, some how, he would make sure they never saw another sunrise.

He looked to Galeforce as the chase was beginning. He bolted along with him.

We'll see if these brutes can catch him. They think he'll go down easily. That he'll beg for mercy.

They were wrong.