THRICE FOR ANOTHER DAY ╱ OPEN

[THORNRUNNER]

Each rasp of his tongue leaves small bloody streaks across his pale fur and a wince on his face. The cut on his tongue has yet to stop its incessant weeping, an errant claw striking him as his fangs flashed for their throat. It was hardly the worst of his worries. Blood has marred his shoulder, the delicate fluff at the base of his ear; bruises will blossom where no cat can see, but already Thornrunner feels them. WindClan had fallen apart. That was to be expected. It was bound to happen at some point, but what fools they must have been to stand with the source of such weakness. To retreat from the camp that they had called home was pathetic, and therefore no less than what the traitors deserved.

The young warrior was no fool. He knew that what Sootstar did was evil, and so far from what the stars would want. But what power did the stars have here? When all that she had done had been met with nothing but a pathetic display at one gathering. Oh now he knows that it was a lie, but at the time he had fallen completely for the lie: it was a sign of her power and strength. In a way, it truly had been. StarClan was afraid of her. Thornrunner would always stand near this position of power. That was the only thing in this wretched life that he could still trust in.

"I've seen the twolegs master flames before. At the horseplace. A pile of sticks like a nest for it to rest on. Never leaving." His slow, indecisive speech is meant for no particular cat. Every few words come with a delicate pause in which Thornrunner swallows blood and clicks his wounded tongue against the roof of his maw. "I wish that we could bring it here. Cleanse their very memory from this camp," the warrior spits with sudden violent energy. "Burn away everything that they made a mockery of." A stained paw flexes equally stained claws, pink-red tips digging into mushy snow. "They deserve no place in our thoughts after what they did."

——ˏ͛ °•*⁀➷ 𝑨𝑳𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫  ╱╱ 10.30.2023 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵

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• THORNRUNNER. HE - HIM - HIS. YOUNG MOOR RUNNER OF WINDCLAN. SOOTSTAR LOYALIST. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ——————————————
  ——  a densely-furred yet sleek chocolate tabby with high white and several scars hidden within his fur. he carries himself with cocky confidence and a sharp cunning in icy blue eyes.
• "speech"

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[nightingalecry]

Nightingalecry does not mix with the other loyalists that've stayed in camp. She is constantly with Ebonylight, lets the other talk for the two of them whenever necessary, and remains in her lane. She knows just what these cats are capable of, seen the dead bodies littering the snow - and frankly, she doesn't wish to be the one that adds to the numbers. In the moment she's eating a sparrow, mismatched eyes flicking up as Thornrunner, streaked with his own blood, begins to speak. Of fire and flames, of cleansing their home of the filth that once infested it (still does, she thinks, but she swallows her morsel without much indication of her wayward thoughts.)

"The embers would set the gorse ablaze," she murmurs after a beat, testing the waters of how much she can say, if anything at all. "The slush will clean camp up soon enough."​

 

[PEONYBREEZE]

❀༉˖° Life at camp had felt tense and suffocating enough before; now, it might as well be thrown underwater with how easy it was to choke on the air between the remainder of WindClan. Peonypaw could at the very least soothe himself with the knowledge that these cats would not betray them. Those with traitorous tendencies were gone, their smell slowly but surely wafting away, and it was difficult to imagine them curled up somewhere near the border. So easy to reach out- so easy to get attacked in turn.

Peonypaw's attention was grabbed by Thornrunner's words, and then Nightingalecry's response. Burn it?

"We'll rebuild." He joined in on the conversation with confidence, hoping they understood; it wouldn't be rebuilt in the physical sense but rather in what it all meant for them and Sootstar. "We shouldn't destroy our home because of them. We'll just make it our own so they won't have a place here anymore."

His heart twisted with his words despite how true they were, to him. None of them deserved to come near ever again, to breathe in the same cold air in misty mornings, to sleep under the cover of night, to feel the sand shift underneath their paws.

Ours, not theirs.

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[BLUEFROST]

If only the flames Thornrunner speaks so reverently of could ravage the memories she holds of the cats who’d left. If only fire could blacken her friendship with Gravelsnap, her love for Moorblossom, if only it could burn clean until there is nothing but ash to be scattered in the wind. Bluefrost knows she must let go of them both, of all the cats she’d once called Clanmates—their names are written in blood, now, and they will die gruesome deaths, like Lilacstem—like Larkfeather. She turns placidly to Thornrunner, to Nightingalecry, to Peonypaw, eyeing their faces as they speak.

Do they feel the same? Are there cats they must set ablaze in their heads, too? Aloud, she murmurs, “My father was born where they presume to hide away from us now.” She combs her claws through the fur hanging on either side of her face. “Would that we could set their new nest aflame instead.” There’s no malice in her voice. It would be easier, she thinks, to lose Gravelsnap and Moorblossom to raging fire than it would be to her own claws. It would be merciful, both to them and to her.

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[Ebonylight.]

*+:｡.｡ "What a lovely sight that'd be" Ebonylight croons, heart fluttering as he pictures waking one day to billows of cotton soft grey smoke filling the sky, the scent of traitor pelts perfuming with the embers, their existence purged from the world they so callously betrayed...But as he steps towards the group, taking his favorite spot beside his beautiful mate and twining their tails together, he considers one particular pelt he wouldn't be entirely overjoyed to see burn. The pelt shares the same hue as the lovely marble grey he currently presses against. Although Ebb's smile never fades, he does feel a chink against his amusement as he searches his love for any sign of her old joy. None. None at all.
He wishes she'd see reason already.
But in the meantime, he puts his paw over hers and says to the gathered group, "But since we can't exactly capture a fire and carry it by it's tail into either of our camps, what are some other ways we can empty their existence from our treasured land?" it's fun calling Windclan his land. It's fun being patriotic! Giggling to himself, he suggests, " What if we cover our camp with those flowers that Wolfsong uses with the dead? Y'know, the ones that hide the scent of death? Since those traitors are dead and gone, it's almost poetic!" he looks sideways at his mate, before leaning close and giving Nightingalecall's ear a lick. Whispering for her ears only, he adds, "it could be like a funeral for Peri, wouldn't that be nice?" Surely that would make his beauty smile again!

And once Periwinklebreeze is dead in her mind and she's happy again, then Nighty can focus all her attention on Ebb! A win-win!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/6/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☆ Ebonylight
  ☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
  ☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☆ Mentored by X
  ☆ Windclan — Moor-runner (Loyalist)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☆ Attack in bold black
  
  injuries: None currently
  ☆ Currently 1 moon pregnant!

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