- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ The night is quiet. The full moon hangs high overhead, shining bright across the moorland that has only just begun to grow back from its near-destruction. Kits slumber in the nursery—or at least, they are in the nursery if they know what is good for them—and warriors mill about the camp. Scorchstreak’s clanmates are seemingly just as anxious about tonight as their deputy is, which is a difficult feat given how the calico has not stopped pacing since Sunstar and Rattleheart first left. Pinkshine, too, went with them—they all went, against her better judgment. DuskClan has the perfect opportunity to catch them off guard, and Sunstar has afforded them an optimal moment to strike. Shadowclan, too, is a threat now, and Scorchstreak does not trust that Chilledstar will not strike as well while WindClan is not expecting it.
They will not be caught off guard, however; at least one in WindClan cares for the danger they face. The flame-streaked deputy turns on her heel and strides on heavy paws over the path she’d just walked, casting a searing glance out across the night-darkened but moonlit territory. Her tail whips, a telltale signal of her frayed nerves. To the guard stationed at the camp’s entrance, she rumbles, "Where do you suppose the attack will come from tonight? Duskclan… or ShadowClan?" Her voice is flat, though her scorn is made clear. Why Sunstar still entertains these gatherings, she has little idea.
They will not be caught off guard, however; at least one in WindClan cares for the danger they face. The flame-streaked deputy turns on her heel and strides on heavy paws over the path she’d just walked, casting a searing glance out across the night-darkened but moonlit territory. Her tail whips, a telltale signal of her frayed nerves. To the guard stationed at the camp’s entrance, she rumbles, "Where do you suppose the attack will come from tonight? Duskclan… or ShadowClan?" Her voice is flat, though her scorn is made clear. Why Sunstar still entertains these gatherings, she has little idea.
- ooc: for anyone NOT going to the gathering!
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SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
༄ mate tobluepool; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to none ; previously mentored pinkshine
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
༄ penned by foxlore