camp WE ARE NOT ALONE [sharing tongues]

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The calico has never considered herself a gossip, but then again, she has never considered herself one to relax while there are tasks to be done yet. She has decided, however, that today the clan will be alright if she takes a short break. She is no use to her clanmates if she is dead on her paws, after all. She and Rattleheart have both worked themselves to the point of breaking before, and she would hate to be hypocritical once again, so she settles down with a clanmate to groom one another’s pelts. As she licks over her clanmate’s shoulder, her mind ventures elsewhere, and she begins speaking without thinking too deeply of the topic. "Hmm, have you paid any attention to Sunlitpaw recently, since we returned to camp?" Her words are interrupted momentarily as she licks at her companion’s pelt—a tough knot catches as she grooms over it, and she has to work to pull it free. Once she is finished, though, the calico rests her head for a moment upon the other WindClanner’s back.

Her jaw bumps against the other’s back as she muses, "I worry about her. She had a mentor who supported Sootstar, and the other day she was working on the camp wall, but she obviously hadn’t eaten in a while." Her words are not accusatory, but a statement of fact. She has witnessed Sunlitpaw’s hard work around the camp, but she is not afraid to show her concern for the apprentice. Thornrunner may have been a slime-pelted slug-brain of a warrior, but he was still a role model for Sunlitpaw. What if he’d planted some sort of poison into the young torbie’s mind? What if the apprentice has taken the weight of her mentor’s betrayal onto her own shoulders? The reasons could be endless, but perhaps a second opinion could help to settle her worry.​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Unlike Scorchstreak, Rattleheart couldn't say that she had never considered herself to be a gossip. She had always been fairly skilled in gathering information from those around her, and while she often kept those facts close to her chest - to be utilized at a later date if necessary - she just as often talked with others about them, too. The tunneler was well aware that it wasn't an amazing trait to have, but... well, she never shared the truly important secrets, and she only ever gossiped with those she knew she could trust. Hearing such chatter from her sister did cause her to start a little though, glancing back at Scorchstreak curiously as she groomed over her monochrome sibling's shoulder. She was grateful for the help, considering her pelt had already started to become dirtied again from being allowed to venture down into the tunnels once more. "Sunlitpaw...? A little bit, I suppose. I worried over her and the rest of her siblings once we were back in camp..." Once they were all actually able to settle once again, anyways. She hadn't had much time to worry about anyone besides herself and Bluefrost when they had first needed tending to their injuries.

The soft rumble of Scorchstreak's words against her spine accompanied her own thoughtful hum, thinking about when she had seen the apprentice repairing the camp wall. She had seemed so timid and nervous, almost like she felt the weight of the world sitting atop her young shoulders. Rattleheart wasn't sure if it was because of the weight upon the shoulders of her parents, or just because of the stress of everything that had happened. A mix of both wouldn't have been shocking, considering all they had gone through. "I hope she hasn't been trying to limit what she's been eating. Prey is a little scarce right now, but we don't need our apprentices starving themselves." She let her chin rest down against the dirt, her pale gaze scanning over camp in an effort to try and catch a glimpse of Sunlitpaw or any of her siblings. "I wonder if she's struggling to adjust to her mentor being gone. I don't think I would blame her, having your mentor be a loyalist and then run off without you... it would be hard for anyone." Surely Sunstar or Wolfsong must have tried to reach out to her by now though, right? She couldn't see either of them being neglectful towards their children, especially if they were acting worryingly.

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
  ❥ 48 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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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── The battle for WindClan strained their marigold stores, but their wintry moors have still sheltered enough that Wolfsong no longer worriedly eyes the supply. It is a small comfort, but a comfort all the same, and with the repairs coming together well and many of his patients able to leave for their own nests, the horizon is clearer than it once was. Wolfsong chooses to interpret it as a good omen for Sunstar's leadership, though his energized spirit falters when he realizes the subject of Scorchstreak and Rattleheart's conversation.

His jaw tightens where he pauses, the muscles there visibly jumping. To discuss the well-being of his child so openly, as though Sunlitpaw is a topic comparable to the weather for a conversation while grooming— it sparks an old temper of a younger cat, from a world where he was encouraged to challenge slights with claws and teeth. It flares hot in his chest, uncaring for the distant reasoning that they are concerned and instead ensnared by perceived disrespect, by speculation that inflames. "Do you intend to discuss all of my children while you idly clean yourselves?" He asks in a low rasp. "Or should I suggest another subject for your gossiping? A son dappled, perhaps now by stars?"
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ It is good to know that her concern is shared, though it isn’t a shocking revelation coming from a cat like Rattleheart, who cares for everyone in the clan more deeply than Scorchstreak herself does. Still, the calico knows well the effects of limiting her own food intake, having suffered through exhaustion and hunger for much of this winter and the last. The difference between herself and Sunlitpaw, of course, is that she is a fully-grown warrior and Sunlitpaw is an apprentice, still growing. It would not do to have her growth permanently shortened by a lack of food when it could be avoided. "I agree, it must be difficult for her. Do you think there’s anything that we could do to-" Her voice fades out as Wolfsong speaks up, and her gaze swings to the medicine cat.

Wolfsong looks irate, jaw clenched and body tensed. Obviously, he’s overheard their conversation, but he must have missed some of the context—she opens her mouth with the intent to ask whether he’s spoken to Sunlitpaw, but before she can speak, Wolfsong suggests that they choose a different topic. Ever composed despite the blatant challenge, Scorchstreak flickers an ear at him. Platitudes, platitudes. "Ah, apologies for… sharing my concern for your kit." She does not have the energy for this, whatever Wolfsong thinks it is. "No, I don’t have any concerns to share about my son. He’s dead, after all. I killed him." Stars, why has every cat around her suddenly decided to turn Dappledsun’s death back upon her? It has never been a secret, but her clanmates had never seemed to care for her son’s fate until she turned her back on Sootstar, until she showed a shred of remorse for her actions. Her scarred brow quirks—the only outward sign of her simmering annoyance. Cats like Sootspot, like Wolfsong, do not truly care for Dappledsun or what happened to him. They do not see nuance, not through their perceived moral high ground. It is not that the jabs aren’t justified, but they are—quite blatantly—merely that: jabs. They merely claw for something to hold over her head. She needs not rise to the bait, needs not defend herself.

Feeling daring, she offers Wolfsong a final wave of her tail before returning her attention to her sibling’s pelt. So much for relaxation. Still, her questions about Sunlitpaw flow easily into more conversation, more clanmates who she could check up on. "Have you noticed anyone else struggling recently? Is Redpaw doing alright? He seems a bit… down."​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Concern? The laugh ricochets off of his ribs, rumbling in his throat. His some eye sees naught but the burnished red of her pelt. "Yes, so concerned you thought to speak to your sibling's arse while you licked it." He smiles, though it's little more than teeth and a wrinkled nose. "Had you truly cared, you would have spoken to me, to my mate." She flicks her tail, clearly intending to end the conversation, but Wolfsong is not so easily dismissed. The growing heat in his chest gorges off of his waned patience, his thickly-furred tail a lash. "You best groom your tongue, lest Rattleheart reek of the elder's den after tick-removal." So recently entrusted with Sunstar's council, intended to be an example— and yet throwing his child's name about for idle, self-serving chatter.

Lip curling, he leaves them both behind for the medicine den, where he might find some form of solace among sweet-smelling chamomile.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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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[SOOTSPOT]

Sharing tongues with the Lead siblings was like sharing tongues with a porcupine, not something he would do willingly, not after he had been stung by them. He was present but ghostly, another face within the crowd of WindClanners that would not speak up to meet their gossip - even if he wanted to, Wolfsong had taken the chance away from him. The Medicine Cat's involvement caused him to turn his head, whiskers twitching in amusement as the pair were chewed out by the one-eyed barbarian. He mentioned Dappledsun just as easily as Sootspot had done, a fact that left his head cocked. He had done it prove a point, but the golden creature had done it to hurt another. A smile appeared on his muzzle as if proven the rebellion against his mother was nothing more than a power grab - these cats were as moralless as her. Sootspot did not interject when Scorchstreak tried to change the subject, nor when Wolfsong denied her the opportunity, the silent watcher saw no need to get involved when Sunstar's hounds were biting each other. It was only when the medic left did the chimera step forwards, the fatigue in his face masking his disdain for the black-and-white creature in particular.

"I heard Featherpaw was on her way to a full recovery, perhaps seeing her sibling well will be the boost that Sunlitpaw needs."


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[MIDNIGHTPAW]

Midnight was still far too young to understand even the not-so-subtle bickering of her elder clanmates, but she could certainly feel an odd tension between them as she toddled over to the group. She'd been left alone in the nursery for almost a full hour, and boredom had eaten away at her until her little mind couldn't take it any longer. She couldn't go far, her weak lungs wouldn't allow it, but she had spotted the cluster of warriors lounging only a few tail-lengths away. Surely they would welcome her presence! Nightingalecry always seemed happy to see her. She watched curiously as Wolfsong stalked away, before accidentally tripping over Scorchstreak's paws and tumbling headfirst to rest between them. "Hi," she mused tonelessly as she blinked up at the larger molly.

 

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Padding after her sister, Frightkit watched with mirth in her eyes as Wolfsong stormed off. She tried to fit the context clues together - a group of cats, one of them angry, the others in the middle of grooming one another - oh! "His mommy should tell him to be patient" she giggles, watching her sister plop into Scorchstreak's paws and deciding she wanted the same. Padding over, she'd cozied herself between Rattleheart's feet and looked up at him with glowing frozen eyes, "He's gotta wait his turn to be pretty, huh, Rattleheart?" Then looks enviously at Rattleheart's licked pelt and pouts, " Can I have his turn?"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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