WASH OUT THE SOUL [ intro ]

[raventhroat]

A hiss was the first thing that made it obvious Raventhroat had returned to camp. The second was the loud announcement of, "Star's DAMN IT." Raventhroat emerged from the tunnel just by camp, the chimera's eyes narrowed as they padded in, without anything to show for the solo-trip he had gone on. Their eyes swung about camp, wondering if anyone had caught his outburst, before they moved to a shaded corner of camp. Lowering themselves down did he begin to groom his forelegs, the dirt itching against his skin.

A slow inhale of breath, a slow exhale. Counting to ten. They barely managed to relax before someone was padding over, and guarded eyes shifted towards them, ears lowering. "I'm sorry about shouting. That's my bad." Raventhroat uttered, shifting as he turned his vision fully towards them, his tail lashing. While his statement sounded sarcastic, the sentiment was there. They were actually apologetic about yelling as he entered camp. "Just.. couldn't catch anything." They said, tone slightly more defeated then before as they looked away.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── CLEANLINESS IS GODLINESS ⋅❁⋅ AND GOD IS EMPTY ──┐‎

• "speech"
  
  // feel free to be whoever approached!
  

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• RAVENTHROAT they/he, tunneller of windclan, nineteen moons.
  ⭃ SH black/black smoke chimera with blue eyes, smaller in stature, agile, and narrow bodied. built near perfectly to fit in the tunnels. has a bit of a mean streak, defensive, slightly paranoid
  ⭃ mentored by n/a / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / sibling to xx
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[hollyhockpurr]

If there was anything Hollyhockpurr was known for, it was her overbearing presence around cats that she felt needed her help. Until told to go away, she was often stuck like glue to the outcasts and the defeated, feeling her purpose fulfilled so long as the cats around her were happy. They had forsaken everything for their friends, once - the meek, the misunderstood - finding themselves disowned from their loyalist family in the process. It had not stopped her once, and would not stop them now.

Needless to say, if any hiss or cry is within earshot, the black-furred molly would be there in a mere instant. It was almost like she had a sixth sense for the distressed. When Raventhroat breaks into camp clearly disgruntled and exhausted, letting their hiss and shout of frustration ring clear, Hollyhockpurr raises their head from their meal and soon finds themselves walking over with folded ears of concern.

Raventhroat's apology comes out forced and cold, but Hollyhockpurr pays no mind. Instead, she gives them an easing smile while meeting his gaze, as if to encourage them to smile as well. If she could make her own smile contagious, she would. "Oh, it's quite alright. We all have our moments, don't we?" She'd returned home empty-pawed plenty of times; of course, even a down-to-earth cat such as herself had her own moments of angered outburst as well. "Prey is not easy these days. It's plenty good that you tried. Better luck next time - in fact, would you like an extra set of paws on your next outing?" They couldn't help but notice that Raventhroat left alone, and returned alone. While WindClan had its fair share of successful lone wolves, and she wouldn't mean to explicitly undermine the warrior's ability, there was a lingering doubt that perhaps Raventhroat wouldn't have been as unsuccessful with another set of eyes..
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

• hollyhockkit hollyhockpaw HOLLYHOCKPURR
  ━━ SHE/THEY, afab. bisexual.
  ━━ TUNNELER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 24 MOONS,, ages every 1st
  ━━ NPC xx NPC
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to NONE
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | generally healthy​
• base credits to velvtreill on th
  
  
  
  
• speech is #87B3E0​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── The sudden outburst surprises him, though of course, it hardly scandalizes him, and he would be hard-pressed to find someone in WindClan who isn't accustomed to such language (save for a kit, perhaps). Further still, frustration is frequent lately between their many struggles and the steady, marching approach of leaf-fall. They are hungrier than they normally would be in greenleaf, and Wolfsong looks to the future with considerable worry. They will endure as they always have, but he dislikes to imagine what faces will join the very stars Raventhroat swears with.

Hollyhockpurr is quick to point out what Wolfsong was also thinking, and his golden head dips as he nods in agreement with her wisdom. He regrets that he cannot hunt alongside them, his days occupied by herb-scouting and keeping an eye on the few patients remaining after DuskClan's attack. "Indeed, Raventhroat. Do not be harsh with yourself; the land still recovers." That old guilt coils around his throat, but he gives Raventhroat a slight smile nonetheless.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw nearly jumped at Raventhroat's shout as he entered camp. Eyes wide for a moment as he looked around, before realizing they were in no danger. So he hadn't caught anything. Neither had he. What was to worry about? Couldn't he just try again?

"I haven't caught anything yet, but I really wanna try. Maybe Mossthorn will teach me tomorrow or something," his mew wasn't necessarily meant to comfort. Mostly just an agreement.

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ooc Information

• ooc: — @Mossthorn mentor tag!
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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 6 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[SUNNVAR]

Though it has not been heard in some moons, Sunstar knows for certain that this is not the worst WindClan has heard — the outburst, as Raventhroat calls it, pales in comparison to Wolfsong's threats, or Mintshsade's ferocity in her questioning. He had been known to say some things himself, though not anything so blasphemous to StarClan's ears. (He doubts they have an issue with what Raventhroat says, but the depths of his own emotions led him to cursing the ancient bones of the land and all its inhabitants.)

The first of his reactions is amusement. "And with the way that your voice carries, none of us may find prey for the rest of the day!" As harsh as his words may seem, there is a kindness to the leader's eyes. He does not blame the young warrior for their frustration. After everything, this would take time. At least they are not so pitifully fed that DuskClan could have taken their home, or that they would be forced to plead help the way the other clans demanded they must. No. They would steal and fight — they would not hide. "As long as the nursery is fed, WindClan will survive," he assures. "And we have many more paw to help with it now. You will catch you prey before you knwo it, Grasspaw."

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.17 〛 🟒ᨒ

• ooc: —
• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

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[raventhroat]

Bring attention, it did. Raventhroat's ears were still lowered in sheepish apology, one still aflame with haunted loss. Loss, in the means of inability to catch prey. Hollyhockpurr was like moth to flame, trying to calm, trying to sympathize. It made them all that more briefly upset, a reminder to himself to take breaths before they respond. She was offering a kindness, after all. Blue eyes lifted towards them, and with an awkward nod, agreed to the proposal. "More paws wouldn't hurt." He agreed.

Wolfsong speaks next, and their ears twitch. Both the extroverted warrior and the medicine cat themselves were inherintly correct. The land was recovering, and it was far from their own fault they couldn't catch anything. His head dipped with patience. An apprentice is quick to chime in as well, eyes shifting towards him briefly. A young tunneler, only recently apprenticed. "You'll learn... in time. Tunnel-hunting is far from easy." Raventhroat responded.

That much was truth. Sliding along the tunnels without striking the walls or alerting prey burrowing within was a harrowing task. A breath left them, ears perking tall as their leader spoke- then briefly flattened at the admission- there is good chance they just drove a handful of birds and rabbits from the surrounding area, and embarrassment was obvious on their features. "Yeah, that's my bad." They uttered, then flicked tail as they spoke again, "Making sure they are fed is paramount." They agreed quietly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── CLEANLINESS IS GODLINESS ⋅❁⋅ AND GOD IS EMPTY ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• RAVENTHROAT they/he, tunneller of windclan, nineteen moons.
  ⭃ SH black/black smoke chimera with blue eyes, smaller in stature, agile, and narrow bodied. built near perfectly to fit in the tunnels. has a bit of a mean streak, defensive, slightly paranoid
  ⭃ mentored by n/a / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / sibling to xx
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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