- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ This illness—plague, a sign from StarClan that again WindClan has lost the favor of their deceased—ravages their camp. It has yet to take a clanmate this time around, likely due to the foresight of Wolfsong to stock up on lungwort, but many have still been afflicted. Many are still useless, trapped in their badger sett quarantine. Why, Scorchstreak wants to snarl at the sky, demanding answers from cats who refuse to respond to her. Why do you wish to see us suffer? Why do you do nothing? Why do you curse us yet refuse to face judgment for it? Or are the stars beholden to fate, just as the cats upon the earth are? Does StarClan watch on helplessly as misfortune befalls them, able to do nothing but greet those who join them each day? That thought stings bitterly in the back of her throat, but she does not linger on thoughts of misery for long. She cannot allow herself to.
Whatever the reason for this plague, it has pushed her into leading a patrol down the tunnel that leads in RiverClan’s direction. Normally, she would never have come this way in spite of he being a large part in its beginning and completion. The thought of facing a RiverClanner after… after, makes her heart writhe against her ribcage. But she cannot avoid this tunnel forever, an unfortunate a truth. A few healthy warriors have joined her, making for decent company in the absence of her bicolored apprentice. The only notable clanmate whose presence she can detect nearby now is Mossthorn, however. In the darkness, there is no distinguishing where the other she-cat is at. The scent of her leads golden eyes to focus on empty space where Scorchstreak assumes her to be, and then the deputy’s attention turns to focus on the feeling of loose dirt beneath her paws. Debris, as well—leaf litter, the remnants of once-tall grasses, and the occasional sharp rock catch on dark fur. "Look at this," the deputy mutters, a stilted noise of disappointment leaving their mouth. Never mind that they cannot truly see much besides the dim silhouettes of shapes against their paws; it is still a mess, and it irritates them. Just another stone in the pile that has been building up over the past month. "This wall has a weak point, as well. Be careful fixing it. We don’t need to lose more tunnelers than we already have." The last sentence comes out in a grumble as she sets about pressing more dirt into the crumbling area, feeling around the crack made by a rather large root.
Whatever the reason for this plague, it has pushed her into leading a patrol down the tunnel that leads in RiverClan’s direction. Normally, she would never have come this way in spite of he being a large part in its beginning and completion. The thought of facing a RiverClanner after… after, makes her heart writhe against her ribcage. But she cannot avoid this tunnel forever, an unfortunate a truth. A few healthy warriors have joined her, making for decent company in the absence of her bicolored apprentice. The only notable clanmate whose presence she can detect nearby now is Mossthorn, however. In the darkness, there is no distinguishing where the other she-cat is at. The scent of her leads golden eyes to focus on empty space where Scorchstreak assumes her to be, and then the deputy’s attention turns to focus on the feeling of loose dirt beneath her paws. Debris, as well—leaf litter, the remnants of once-tall grasses, and the occasional sharp rock catch on dark fur. "Look at this," the deputy mutters, a stilted noise of disappointment leaving their mouth. Never mind that they cannot truly see much besides the dim silhouettes of shapes against their paws; it is still a mess, and it irritates them. Just another stone in the pile that has been building up over the past month. "This wall has a weak point, as well. Be careful fixing it. We don’t need to lose more tunnelers than we already have." The last sentence comes out in a grumble as she sets about pressing more dirt into the crumbling area, feeling around the crack made by a rather large root.
- ooc: pls wait for @Mossthorn !
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SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and stern, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
༄ mate tobluepool; sibling torattleheart& rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
༄ penned by foxlore