take down mayor onion and all his thieving plans // intro and gossip

[curlewnose]

"leave those snails alone, they've got problems of their own"​

Curlewnose spent as much time as possible underground. The dirt walls of his tunnels–the clan’s tunnels, really, but he’d always thought of them as his–were comforting, while the open moors felt too vast. If he was honest, which he tried to be, he was terrified of being aboveground. He took it in stride as best he could, but on nights when there were too many creaking and rustling sounds, he would sneak out to the tunnels and find a corner to curl up in, always waking more refreshed than he ever did in his open air nest.

He was coming back from one of these subterranean nights when he ran into a crowd in camp, all huddled together and murmuring. Curlew was nosy, so much so that it became part of his warrior name, and he sidled up to the group. “Did you hear?” said one moor runner in a quiet voice. “Badgermoon is getting a group together to raid Skyclan on Sootstar’s orders.”

The tom had never been particularly interested in inter-clan politics. He had noticed when the deputy switched, of course, but most things went over his head. He much preferred to dote on the apprentices and make them laugh (or groan) with his jokes. This caught his interest though. A raid in this weather? It must be for something really important. He knew there were many sick cats this season, but he couldn’t see how a raid would help them.

Ah well. Curlew knew there wasn’t anything to be done about it other than check on the apprentices and wait in camp to catch more information. If it wasn’t dirt, then it could wait.
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[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw wishes he could be on this patrol. He'd had a taste of battle with Smokethroat at their border, as his shredded ear and battered flanks can attest to, and that morsel has lit his blood aflame. The tabby wants nothing more than to shred the kittypets who would allow them all to die. The memory of Wisteriapaw's death is still haunting, thick, hazy about his head and shoulders. His own sickness, StarClan bless, had never progressed past a hollow headache, sniffles, and a general cloud of fatigue, but there were others in the abandoned badger's set now who looked pawsteps from Wisteriapaw's fate.

As it is, the tabby will remain in camp with Sootstar, ensuring there will be no retaliation. It's Badgermoon and Sunstride's time to prove themselves, and besides, Weaselclaw is not one for stealth or cunning. His style is to stroll up to the border and demand an audience with the Kittypet King himself before he locks himself into a dual with the big fool. He's confident it wouldn't take much to rip all nine lives from that soft-hearted idiot.

He watches with an impassive expression, listens to the gossip and feels the electricity in thei air. It's as tangible as the increasing snow on the wind, the blinding white that falls and falls and threatens to consume the world. He gives Curlewnose a look, wondering what the other thinks. Another of the softer cats, though he does his job as tunneler well enough. "Welcome to the party," he says, voice gruff. The news must be jarring to someone who spent all day under the moors, surrounded by dirt and worms.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

IS IT OVER YET - CAN I OPEN MY EYES?
periwinklepaw | 05 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Peri might not be the strongest cat, nor does he want to be, but he's always liked to think that he has a good strong set of morals. Certainly, he'd had to question and rethink some of his ideals and had resolved to change, but he was still himself. And one thing he'd never understand is the unwillingness to help another cat in need. Or in this case, a clan in need. He was certain even windclan would've offered up the herbs had the roles been reversed - if only to perhaps force an alliance, or hold it above the other clans heads later on for a favor. Dandy had done so much for the boy, and the thought of his brother... of wist, laying there.... it haunts him more than ever. What little sleep he does get is marred by the images of his still figure.

A frown twitches on his lips, the short furred boy a coiled pile of spiked up fluff as he tries to use it as a buffer against the wind and snow, precariously tucked into his nest in an effort to keep from losing his trinkets in the blanket of snow. He's contemplated perhaps secreting it away in the nursery or medicine den if the snow doesn't let up soon - or perhaps one of the tunnelers might let him hide it there. Already he can feel the one dried and pressed petals tearing and going limp in the damp cold. "Th-they sh-ssshoul'd-ve g-g-gg-" his jaw works for a moment in frustration, his quiet words becoming more of an irritated snap "g-gave dan-dy the st-stupid herbs." it is, perhaps, the most bite his words have ever had.

He keeps his pale gaze steadfastly turned upon the camp entrance, irritation swelling within him at his own inability to do anything to help. Instead he can only watch as others suffer - watch and worry that history might repeat itself. How many of his clanmates will return home battle worn and bleeding out? How many more people will die? His only consolation is nobody cloe to him is going.

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[SNAILSTRIDE]

Snailpaw loved his home, and loved how every day was different, but it would be asinine to call them the loyalist of WindClan's apprentices. Battle interested the young feline as much as being nice interested a dog, and it was no small relief that Badgermoon had chosen to avoid drafting the marbled tabby to the raid patrol. While emotions and adrenaline ran high, they could imagine themselves fainting and consequently ending up in a more permanent slumber, and they weren't exactly ready to go to StarClan yet no matter how strong WindClan's faith in it was! Eyes wide with wonder and amazement tracked each cat as it spoke, from Curlew to Weasel to Periwinkle, and felt their smile strain as fighting words emerged from the latter. So many clanmates were sick, Snailpaw wanted them to get better, but... wasn't there another clan they could've asked first before fighting SkyClan? Had all other options truly been exhausted before more blood had been shed? They... they doubted it, and it made their paws shuffle nervously as they considered the brutality of clanlife going forwards. 'Maybe I should join the cats out by the barn, all they need to kill is mice and time!'

"Indeed he is!" The marbled tabby confirmed, perking up at the mention of his first friend. "Badger's great, he could talk a rabbit out of a warren if you give him the space to do so! I bet he'll get those herbs no problemo!" 'I hope'. His smile, wide as it was, did not betray Snailpaw's doubts. It was not Badgermoon's attitude he was afraid of getting in the way of their goals, but rather, the rest of his clanmates'. They had reasonable beef with SkyClan, and if they couldn't keep it together long enough to get the herbs, then they'd be done for! "You didn't get invited to raid either, huh?" Though he mewed as if addressing one individual, he kept his gaze on most of his clanmates. Snailpaw realised they were talking too much by the time they opened their mouth, but it did not stop them from making a wanton point to try and cheer the others up. "I mean, that's probably for the best! Imagine if everyone went and we left the camp undefended for all those nasty foxes and badgers to come home! Why... standing around doing nothing is an important job for when stuff does happen!"







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[Firefang]

There's a tangible feeling of tension hanging over all their head like static electricity in the air filling their hearts with anticipation and dread all the same. No one knew what the raid would bring, if they'd be successful or leave enemy territory with nothing to show but but mour wounds for Dandelionwish to treat leaving their herb supply to dwindle even lower as the sick grew sicker. Firepaw was hopeful even excited for what the morrow would bring, she'd been chosen to accompany Badgermoon and she'd fight with all her might against the kittypet plague on their forest. They'd all be effected by what was to come from those like her who'd come in blazing on the front lines to those who'd stay at camp to guard it from would be intruders as they awaited the return of their clanmates unsure if they'd see them all in once piece again. She'd be glad some would stay especially those who dragged their paws at the prospect of warfare, they didn't need cowardice holding them back, Windclan was anything but. She'd hold herself with pride as she sauntered around chest puffed and tail held high, she'd been boasting since the patrols were assigned hyping herself up even furthermore with every quip and declaration she made.

She'd spotted Snailpaw and decided to head over to the tunneling-apprentice her ears perking as they meow to the lead warrior and wo other who'd joined him; Curlewnose who she could bluntly say she had no affection for (she didn't know what he wanted, he always smiled at her and dung like what did he mean by that?) and the well mouseheart in her eyes that was Periwinklebreeze. Her nose crinkles ❝Ugh dun' you normally sit around and do nothin' anyway Snailpaw, that's like you're only talent❞ it's not a compliment not in the slightest she rolls her eyes before a smirk replaces the crinkles in her muzzle ❝Y'know actually it's a shame you aren't comin' with us, you could bore the skyclanners to death just by try'na talk to them❞ Badgermoon may be good with his words but Snailpaw to her was the opposite they always said the most asinine things and talked way to much for her. She couldn't count the amount of times she wished she could permanently shut him up just to sotp hearing him tell her the obvious. ​

( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )