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Hunger. It was the one constant that she had experienced since clawing her way out of the ground almost a moon ago now. The taste of dirt on her tongue was subtle yet still present, the sensation of it filling her nose and ears and eyes. Removing her body from where it had been underneath the ground had taken all of her energy and after slinking away from the spot she had spent quite awhile huddled away in a nearby alcove. For awhile the cream colored she-cat had managed to survive off of whatever scraps she could, but as her frame grew skinnier she knew it was high time for something more substantial.

Whispers of the wind had led her here, to rolling moors as far as she could see. Standing atop one of the hills she scanned the moorland with intense concentration, trying to spot anything that would add fuel to her belly. Claws scrapped the soil absentmindedly and her tail lashed behind her. It seemed rather empty, and the sharp cutting breeze made her scrunch more into herself. Another growl ripped through her, garnering a hiss from the she-cat. Why had she felt drawn to this place if there was no sign of -

Oh. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted it. A fluffy tail, bouncing up and down. Attached to a... oh. Water pooled in her mouth as her blue eyes watched the creature prance along. Almost instantly the cream colored she-cat dropped down, instinct taking over as she slid her paws silently across the flattened grass. Slinking over behind a rock, her blue gaze peered out at the rabbit. It had to be a few tree-lengths away, but... she could surely catch it, right? Flexing her muscles a little she took in a sharp breath of air. It was now or never...

Launching herself from her hiding spot the feline pelted across the. Paws drummed against the ground and her tail streamed out behind her. A brown blur across the moorland hot on the tail of the pure white rabbit, who had heard her from the moment she left and took off sprinting. They zig zagged across the moor and slowly but surely the cat was gaining on it, inch by inch by -

Suddenly the world became a blur, with the sky and the ground changing places as fast as lightning. Hard thuds against the ground knocked her teeth into her tongue, drawing blood into her mouth. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a few seconds, everything stopped spinning and the cat looked up at a pristine blue sky.

And as if to add insult to injury, another growl of hunger tore at her stomach. Lovely.


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"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​
Crouched as best as he could, downwind of the small hare, Houndthistle's large paws slowly inched across the slushied ground, amber eyes alight in hunger as his tired, aching body-claw marks and bites still scabbing from the tussles of the last few weeks-as he stared, locked on to the prey. It was one of the first hares he'd seen above ground in awhile and, despite how scrawny it looked, he knew it'd atleast feed Sootstar and the other queens-he could go another day snacking upon voles and mice to abate his hunger-and he was so close.

Just as he was about to pounce and race after the hare, it suddenly took off, legs kicking up a storm. Rocking forward on his pads, he tempted to give chase when a brown blur sped by his vision, racing after the prey. Trespasser. They had taken off too hurriedly after the rabbit, which meant more then likely it'd get away so Houndthistle merely trotted after, mouth hanging open to follow the reeking scent that belonged to no specific clan, his large shape taking it's time to follow after.

Once he reached them, he was correct in more than one way. No hare to be found and the intruder facing upward in the sky, a flurry of tossed up grass and soil marking where he assumed a fall had taken place. Nonetheless, long claws slid from their beds and he snarled, growling, "Stand up. Now. An' don' think 'bout runnin'... yer surrounded and ya won' be able to outrun all of us." Whether or not he was bluffing, he stood, fur bristling upon massive shoulders, missing fur from the battle with his ex-clanmates and bloodied, scabbed ear turned backwards and pressed against his matted mane in a hostile, intimidating appearance. He just hoped someone else would come along so they can fetch Sootstar, otherwise he knew he'd have to drag this sorry trespasser through the territory and to camp where blood had already been shed enough to last an entire kit's lifetime.
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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 The list of those who would cross WindClan borders is, in Wolfsong's mind, sparsely populated. He's still debating whether one of the other clans —SkyClan and RiverClan specifically— could summon the stones to retaliate for the raid, leaving only two categories of certainty: rogues and loners. Given the pale molly blocked by Houndthistle's hulking form is alone, he's inclined to say she falls into the latter, though it is possible she has others hiding elsewhere.

As she recovers from her fall, Wolfsong circles to the side, cutting off another avenue of retreat. Surrounded on two sides, he thinks wryly. Fewer than that if I leave for Badgermoon or Sootstar, but Houndthistle can surely handle her alone. Whether his wounds will menace or encourage has yet to be seen.

"The moors belong to WindClan," he rasps amiably. "The moors and everything in it. Be glad you had not a bite of that rabbit— we would have to gnaw it out of you." Not true, but close enough to Sootstar's preferences.

He glances at Houndthistle, head tilting. "I'm off for Sootstar. Try not to eat another trespasser." With a last, fleeting smile aimed in the she-cat's direction, he departs in search of their leader.

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It's the scent of a stranger that draws the brutish, long-legged tom toward the scene. Wolfsong and Houndthistle are already present, confronting the trespasser as any loyal warrior would. The chimera's ears fold back as claws slide from their sheathes, catching the tail end of the conversation. Had this newcomer tried to steal WindClan prey? Tigerfrost steps aside to allow Wolfsong to make his way past, before the tabby chimera promptly approaches the scene with a frigid expression. Though Tigerfrost remains silent, his eyes are alight with daring hell-fire. He's a small figure in comparison to the fellow WindClanner at his side, but nontheless, he is muscled and scarred, and no stranger to chasing off unwanted fools.​
 

Azaleapaw looked upon the newcomer with a pitiless expression. Fool. To come here looking for any kind of salvation was foolish. The moors were a death sentence. The were beautiful and expensive, but to fall under their spell was to sign your rights to life away.

And this poor soul was about to fall into it's gaping maw, never to be seen again. Would she run, or try to become one of the beasts who call this land home?

"She should leave." She said. A threat and a suggestion. She sat beside Wolfsong, the only one here she trusted.

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"BUT I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR"​
She's crouched low, poised for a strategic leap upon a mouse she'd camouflaged herself from. She's so close now, her pupils widening from the predatory drive that pulls her so. The chocolate molly is about to take her leap when a rather heavy fall kicks up dust to her right, a light tremor on the open moorland causing her mouse to slip past while she was distracted. "No no no no—!" The warrior gasps, taking an unceremonious leap for her kill. The mouse slips out from under her, diving into a hole if it's home just as her paws slam down from it's previous perch. "Damn it all!" Sedgerunner groans, her expression twisting into annoyance before falling into self doubt. If it had not been for that thrashing about, and then the familiar drawl of a malicious voice pierces her ears.
An intruder? Sedgerunner picks herself up quickly, immediately marching over with a lowered head aligned with her shoulders as she approaches the group that surrounds this new cat. She watches the strange molly with a half curious but guarded gaze, yet she says nothing. Wolfsong sprints off for Sootstar before calling back for Houndthistle to try not to eat another trespasser while he fetched their leader. The molly raises her brows, though not surprised. Houndthistle and Tigerfrost who also accompanied them were an aggressive force that she'd feel sorry for whoever had to deal with at the other end of their wrath.
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Weaselclaw ascends to the front of this particular patrol, passing by Wolfsong in time to hear that he's gone to summon Sootstar. The tabby gives him a curt nod before turning flinty blue eyes on the trespasser. Pale, skinny, carrying the unpleasant scent of outsider.

"You've heard the WindClan warriors. You are trespassing on our territory, hunting our rabbits." His tail begins to lash. "I am Weaselclaw, lead warrior. I will give you one chance to state your business and your intentions before I order every one of these cats to drive you out." The scarred brown tabby glares at her, waiting for a response.​

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In, out, in, out. Trying desperately to catch her breath the she-cat had rolled onto her belly but remained crouched on the ground. Exhaustion tugged at her shoulders and her eyelids started to flutter closed here and there. Another roar of hunger ripped through her stomach and she shut her eyes tight against the onslaught, quivering lightly. "Fox-dung," she hissed under her breath as she pushed herself up off the ground. Her legs shook with the effort but eventually she managed the feat, dull gaze moving around the moorland.

Her rabbit had disappeared and there was nothing else - except wait. There was a cat approaching her, no..two, three..a lot more. Hostility crackled in her eyes. Jealousy shot through her like a spike; they appeared well groomed and well fed. Realizing her face was in a glare she quickly did her best to rearrange it. The cats seemed..hostile and threatening. They were all hissing. She knew she couldn’t fight, at the state of how she was. She couldn’t barge through. She’d have to negotiate.

she took a step back. tension was in the air. She cleared her throat, glancing awkwardly. “I..I’d like to join the clan.” She muttered, flicking her ears forward. “I traveled far and wide to reach this place.” She looked ruefully at the spot she fell on. “And I’m exhausted and starving. Yet I can still show my claws. So think twice before trying to rip my pelt off.” She hissed, turning around to eye each cat with boldness.


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The patrol only grew, and Tigerfrost lets his eyes shift between his companions, Houndthistle, Sedgerunner, Azaleapaw, and even Weaselclaw himself. Soon, Wolfsong would return with Sootstar, but regardless, the intruder was surrounded, outnumbered, and outmatched. The starving loner, or rogue, whatever she was, would not last long in a fight. That doesn't seem to deter her from making her brazen comments about showing her claws, though. Tigerfrost tilts his head back, peers down his nose at her with cold and flaming eyes.

"You're not brave to hiss words like that in your situation. You're only proving that you're mouse-brained." Frosty words from the chimera as he peers at her with a stony expression. "Why should we waste our time on a cat who can't even hunt a rabbit?" She'd just be another mouth to feed. Still, it wasn't Tigerfrost's decision. Weaselclaw had the authority here, and when Sootstar arrived, the decision would be entirely hers. Tigerfrost would trust their judgement, regardless of his low opinion of this outsider. It was only for this reason, his respect for authority, that he refrains from rejecting her outright.​
 

"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​
Seemed he didn't have to hope for long and, in fact, the amount of cats who approached made him wonder if, perhaps, with his words he actually summoned her to be truly surrounded, but that surprise only lasted for the briefest of seconds. He could question this coincidence later when he had time, for now he had a starving intruder in his sights. His towering frame relaxed marginally as they all came, Wolfsong's words to fetch Sootstar met with a nod, resisting a chuckle as his final words were shouted over his shoulders to the brute. If she continues to be placid, won't have to worry about it, Houndthistle thought wryly, his half-tail giving a flick as those eyes remained locked onto the smaller frame of the cat.

Someone with true authority, thankfully, is here, and Houndthistle nods, stepping back slightly, out of respect to Weaselclaw, to stand by Tigerfrost, Azaleapaw, and Sedgerunner. The intruder wishes to join yet quickly follows with a subtle threat. "Yeah... yer sure intimidatin' scarin' all the prey 'round these parts off into their holes and failing still to catch one. Ya sure showed us," He growled dryly, glancing at the stirred up dirt around her with unimpressed eyes, "Sootstar will be real glad to know the reason she came out 'ere was because ya attempted to steal from Windclan kits' bellies then ask't join us." Her kits, He silently added, hoping she understood just how ridiculous of a claim this was without knowing how royally she fucked up her possible chances. If she did get in, Houndthistle could see how this would blow over, but... considering a good chunk of their warriors just turned on them, running tail to save a damned cat who they knew was going to be dealt with, Houndthistle hated to admit this cat had a pretty... solid chance of joining them. More blood to either strengthen or spill.
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When retrieved by Wolfsong she is indeed not happy, but the blue smoke wasn’t happy when dealing with any outsider. All they did was waste her time, waste her clans time, whether it was causing trouble or fruitlessly begging to join. Sootstar rarely grants entry into WindClan, she doesn’t expect to today, but who knows… the future was still being written.

The tiny leader graces the scene, moving to stand next to her mate Weaselclaw. She is unimpressed by the feline before her, a she-cat, blatantly hungry given the rumbles of her stomach. ”You beg to join because you are hungry and no other reason.” Sootstar scoffs in assumption, but it is laid out as if fact. ​
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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.​
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