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[Bluepool]

Anyone who knows Bluepool knows that she affection is not usually given by her freely. Never in a million years would one ever find her touching the tops of kits heads, or snuggled up to a clanmate in the dead of night on a cold-leafbare evening. She didn't give friendly shoulder bumps and she sure as hell never let anyone she didn't trust implicitly near her pelt. So this morning, when patrols had yet to go out and she had yet to depart on an early morning run with her apprentice, there was a spectacle to be had. She rubs the top of her head on the underside of Scorchstreaks chin, letting her side press against the mollies chest as she then turns her head to lick her cheek, scrap of a tail held high in the air as she fixes sunshine pooled eyes upon what is perhaps the most gorgeous sight she has ever seen. Her mate bathed in the soft early morning light. "I wish you could come on patrol with me today" she says with a slight pout in her voice, in the way her lips slightly tremble, as if she cannot bear even the thought of being parted from the flame-touched she-cat.

She doesn't care that her apprentice waits nearby, doesn't care who is watching them. Her love and affection is on full display as she presses her forehead to Scorchstreak's cheek and lets out a loud purr that rumbles deep in her chest. A wistful sigh escapes her parted jaws. She had always been a morning person, always had been eager to spring up out of her nest and depart for the moors at the first sign of dawn, but her mate made her want to stay in bed all day, entangled in her black and orange fur, the smell of earth accompanied by the fragrance of flowers they had woven into their shared nest. It was what she imagined heaven to be like and it was absolutely intoxicating.

// @SCORCHSTREAK but no need to wait

( ➸ ) test my worth in blood

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn’t above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Rattleheart, admittedly, couldn't say much about another cat being soft over their mate. After all, not a day had passed since he had finally confessed his feelings to Venomstrike that hadn't involved him eventually slipping happily into a nest alongside the larger moor runner. He was constantly affectionate, with his love expressed through gentle nuzzles and fond pressings of their pelts together whenever he found the chance. However, that alone wasn't exactly attention-grabbing for the monochrome tunneler. It had been far from unusual to see him being affectionate with his sister, lightly bumping their shoulders together whenever he approached. Or with Redheart, for that matter. Rattleheart had always enjoyed lightly pressing his nose to his son's head as a form of greeting, only for that to stop eventually out of necessity - he could no longer reach easily.

By comparison, the Bluepool of the past had seemed absolutely frigid. Which was why this seemed to catch him so off guard, blinking in the direction of his sister and his fellow lead warrior in stunned silence. He had known that the pair of them were together, but this was a phenomena wholly new to him. Rattleheart had to wonder how Scorchstreak felt about it, wondering if his fellow tunneler twin enjoyed the contact as much as Bluepool seemed to be. "I feel like I'm gonna have a tooth fall out just looking at the two of you." Though his words could've been interpreted as annoyed, they lacked any real heat behind them. Instead they fell from his muzzle in a teasing, rough purr that was simply meant to prod at his sister and her mate. Privately though, his own heart ached with envy, wishing that he could go back and do the same thing with Venomstrike. He knew such a thing was impossible for the moment - they both had their own patrols and duties to worry about - but he made a mental note to nudge his mate towards their nest later so that he could bury himself in his thick pelt.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 50 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw is walking by... Walking by, as she does, cause she's a WindClanner, AND cause she's an apprentice, AND cause what apprentices did is go out with their mentors, and here's her mentor, Scorchstreak, and also Featherpaw's mentor, Bluepool, and Pinkpaw thinks they're really cool, and THEY clearly think they're both really cool too, because Bluepool is giving her so many snuggles and its the sweetest thing ever! Of COURSE Pinkpaw has to stop and stare, because she likes to see her clanmates happy, and this is like, peak happiness! " Awwwwhhhh! " comes Pinkpaw's high - pitched squeal, uncaring of (or rather, not having thought of) any disturbance she might be causing. " Are you guys best friendssss? " That's SO cutee! And cool, because she and Featherpaw are basically best friends too! (Pinkpaw is best friends with almost everyone, to be clear, but in this case she's totally matching with her mentor which is the COOLEST ever!)

Rattleheart randomly says that their teeth are gonna fall out. Umm, what? " What do your teeth gotta do with Scorchstreak and Bluepool? " she asks. Her eyes narrow very suspiciously upon the pair, analyzing them both for tooth-obliterating properties, Is it because... they were cute? And kits are cute too? And kits loose all their teeth?

And this is when she realizes she might've seen something like this before with two non Scorchstreak-Bluepool cats. Who had it been? Another set of best friend's for sure, but... she's sad to say that she didn't have a great catalogue of all of the best friends in WindClan... Her face gets extremely serious in the midst of her thought... where has she seen this before? Brightshine...?

All at once, it comes crashing to her. Her jaw drops to the FLOOR (not really), and she squeals, " OHMYGOSH, ARE YOU GUYS IN LOOOOOVE? "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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  ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW: APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  

  SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  CURRENTLY 8 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

  
  Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  
  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Purring quaked through the ground, a pulsing, obnoxious sound billowing from his mentor- he never strayed too far from her in camp. After all, her warrior ceremony loomed on the horizon, a rising sun peeking past the shadows- he could not afford to slow down now, when everything he had been working for hurtled so close.

The reason as to why she always ended up in the same place as Pinkpaw was one Featherpaw did not imagine ever getting to the bottom of. Unlike her calico friend, Featherpaw had noticed the more... sickly sort of sweetness, the type that laid beneath friendship, that Bluepool showed Scorchstreak that betrayed their mutual feelings for each other. The concept baffled Featherpaw- that two lead warriors could also find time to fall in love with each other. Once you were important and learned, was fun easier to come by? Was... love?

"Unfortunately, I think so." came Featherpaw's quiet answer to Pinkpaw's crooning question, dreamily squealed as if it was the most wonderful event on this earth. Great, as if her mentor was not sappy enough... now the loudest cat he knew was in support of it too. Like Rattleheart's words, though... deep within Featherpaw's naturally-barbed voice was something akin to amusement. Happiness, perhaps.

It was not unfortunate for Bluepool, after all. Just unfortunate for him to have to bear looking at this whenever he wanted advice. Though... he supposed, since he was to become a warrior soon, Bluepool could be afforded a little lenience. For now. ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Love is a feeling that’s very abstract to Quietpaw. He loved the variety of birds and their distinctive feathers. The pleasant aroma of a flower patch full of all kinds of colors. The way the sun warms his fur and the way the breeze ruffles it up. There is something enticing about indulging in the things you love.

He was minding his business walking until he heard the sound of deep purring catch his ever-wondering attention, and blue eyes glanced at a tender moment between two love birds. Love cats? Cats in love? Bluepool wasn’t one to show their endearment to just any cat on the few occasions that he could remember. So Quietpaw pauses just for a moment to look at the display. “Distance does make,, the heart grow,, fonder,” he says softly.

Regardless, his tiny comment doesn’t hold much weight in comparison to the two cats’s apprentices. He smiles politely and continues on his way, careful not to crowd the two she-cats. Being cute? Having a cute minute together? Before their duties pull them apart, it is a shame. Quietpaw also wished he could take the things he loved with him on patrol, however, he would look funny covered from head to tail in orange and yellow little flowers.

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  Quietpaw — he/him ･ 7 moons ･ apprentice, Windclan ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  A timid mostly black tom with white markings on his chest and backTags ​

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Despite her stoic, often cold demeanor, Scorchstreak is not the type to withhold affection. Verbally, perhaps, she is not the best, but her care is not the kind to be exhibited through words alone. Rather, the occasional brush of a tail or bump of a shoulder is used to communicate I’m here, or I have your back.

This? This is entirely different. Never before has Scorchstreak felt such devotion to another—such affection, such love. She had imagined that having a mate would be tedious, something akin to having a litter of kits to look after. A mate would simply be another cat in her life who could abandon her, who could disappoint her, who could turn on her. But Bluepool… Bluepool is something different altogether, something unexpected. The silvery molly does not hold back her feelings, and it is clear as day that she cares deeply for Scorchstreak, just as Scorchstreak cares for her. The other lead warrior is not a burden, not a potential enemy; she is a partner, through and through. The calico loves her, and believes that she always will.

That is why she has no reservations when her mate nuzzles against her, licks her cheek. She basks in the attention that she is bathed in, golden eyes falling half-lidded and then fully shut as she lets out a purr in return. "If I had my way, we would never be apart." She sighs, wistful as she dips her head to rub her cheek gently against the other molly’s neck. "You would grow sick of me eventually." So caught up, Scorchstreak nearly does not notice the small group that’s begun to gather—but if she did not already spot them, then Rattleheart’s voice would have drawn her attention.

Golden eyes raise to meet her sibling’s green, a bit sheepish as she realizes that they’ve been caught. Still, Rattleheart’s comment is not laced with true irritation—and next cat to approach certainly is not annoyed, either. Scorchstreak has hardly enough time to bury her nose back into black-striped fur before her apprentice’s squeal cuts through the air. Best friends is a truth of she and Bluepool’s relationship, but it is also true of she and Rattleheart. It seems that Pinkpaw catches on to this fact before she has to explain it, and the calico braces herself for the next loud outburst. So much for a cozy morning, she thinks, but how could she be upset when her apprentice asks so excitedly if she and her mate are in love. Featherpaw quickly confirms this fact, and the lead warrior lifts her head to send a halfhearted glare in the apprentice’s direction. "There is nothing unfortunate about Bluepool and I being in love. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me." Someday, maybe the chocolate tabby will understand. Or… maybe not.​

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[dimmingsun]

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Dimmingsun could hardly be called a warrior who prefers to stay away from affection, be it verbal or physical, but the latter is oftentimes held back. He revels in fleeting touches that makes the fur along his spine twitch, in guiding paws pressing to another's side for comfort or safety. He finds most of his Clanmates don't like such easy-going displays however, either because they're simply not familiar with the feeling of being grounded by someone else, or because it is simply un-warrior-like. The few cats who don't mind physical contact are his favorite.

Now, Bluepool is making an example. She's not amongst the cats Dimmingsun would have imagined to be doing this- but love has its way of changing you.

He almost feels sorry for the two lead warriors - their rank leaves them unlikely to be private for too long, and it is possibly also the reason they attract more curious eyes than normal. Thank StarClan he hadn't been lapping at a cool pool of water when Pinkpaw spoke, or he would have choked with the idea that the two she-cats were 'best friends'.

At least nobody has to resort to an awkward explanation that this goes far beyond platonic.

"But you do have a way," he says, snorting in amusement at Scorchstreak. "Organize those patrols so that you two get the most quality time together. All that amount of purring could cause an earthquake though, so don't get too carried away."

Of course, he knows duty would always come first. Moor runner and tunneler would be unlikely to be patrolling out there together, and even if he could imagine Bluepool using this method, Scorchstreak would not become so lenient anytime soon.

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 04.02.24

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• DIMMINGSUN ⸝⸝-- WINDCLAN -- HE/HIM -- 33 MOONS

  ✦ Large golden-brown tom with green eyes.
  ✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´​
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[slateheart]

Love is a complicated thing in Slateheart's eyes. He remembers the embraces of his mothers, Adelaide and Silverfoot, before Gravelsnap and himself were so brutally ripped away by their father, Lynxtooth. Adelaide's warm, gentle words and Silverfoot's vows of protection. He remembers playing amongst the reeds and fronds with Gravel and Ash, enjoying every small thing life had to offer. That was love, he felt - but unfortunately, it was the last 'love' he could remember experiencing. And that was 19 moons ago.

Romantically, he felt almost devoid of the emotion. If he had ever fallen for a cat, it went under his own radar. The way his ears might burn, his heart swoon, his fur pleasantly tingle along his spine; though it would be noticeable and unlike anything he'd ever experienced, Slateheart was more likely to attribute it to something else than accept the prospect of finding a companion. It was not something he's ever consciously thought of, and not something he knew he longed for. That did not stop the small smile on his maw when it came to witnessing others, though.

Scorchstreak and Bluepool were neither the kind of cats he'd expect such a loving, open display from, but it was a pleasant break from the loveless shows of pride and power he's seen from couples under Sootstar's approval. They'd garnered a bit of an audience, including the good and the bad. Slateheart took little care to Featherpaw's grumpy remarks, often regarding them with amusement - this time, he agreed with Scorchstreak that there was nothing unfortunate about blossoming love. He was pleased to see his Clanmates united and happy now, after all they've been through.
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♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​

 

[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 17 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Marmotbite doesn't understand why pinkpaw is so surprised - fur fluffing up as the rating screech of the young apprentice reaches her ears, her entire body suddenly on edge. Thankfully though for her poor heart, it's jut her usual brand of nonsense - fur flattens as she breathes out a silent sigh of relief. Mismatched eyes narrow in upon the couple, cuddling and chatting away. It seems fitting - two lead warriors together Sure, there had ben no big announcement or any such - but they hadn't really needed to make one, had they? She and her blue one certainly hadn't bothered. Its a shame though, she thinks, that they're aren't any kits around to ask if they'll be having babies soon then - she'd love to see the two put on the spot, just as she had been. " Congrats, " comes the quiet drawl of the molly in the end, before settling back down to mind her own business, letting the idle chatter of the others wash over her and soothe her nerves once more.

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[PINKSHINE]

She trusts Featherpaw to answer her, and to be honest— I think so, he answers, and she ignores that first part because he was TOTALLY wrong. Love is so... lovely! " Awwhhhh! " comes again, her suspicions proven true. And when Scorchstreak speaks, again, comes, " Awwwwwwhhhhhhh! Even if you had one hundred fat rabbits to eat? " WHY was no one else jumping up and down and dancing and going yay right now! Instead, Quietpaw just says, Distance does make the heart grow fonder, which is super profound... is what Pinkpaw would think if she understood what that meant. Ick! Blegh! Profoundness and Poetry! Let's all just say yay!

To make up for this horrifically drab show everyone else was putting on, Pinkpaw does a little happy dance, bouncing in place. " Yeah! Nothing unfortunate about it, Featherpaw! " she mews, as if Featherpaw simply didn't know— and maybe she didn't! Was it true, what Dimmingsun said? That they were gonna rig all the patrols? That means she and Featherpaw would get to go together too! The look she gives him after says, isn't that neat?. Love wins! Hurrah!

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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  ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW: APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  

  SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  CURRENTLY 8 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

  
  Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  
  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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