camp WHEN THE ACRES TURN GREEN [reinforcement]

[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* The attack from DuskClan had left the camp in a rough state, and the cats within it in even worse shape. A body had fallen permanently still and cold on each side of the conflict, yet it doesn’t feel good. Doesn’t feel right. Doesn’t feel anything like a victory, even if the clan had driven away the band of rogues in the end. Most of all though, his conversation with Rumblerain is a heavy, foreboding weight on his back. They had looked terribly thin, but they had spoken with a ferocity so unlike the littermate he’d loved. For a moment, he’d been afraid that the pointed rogue would try to kill him if he’d stood in their way any longer.

Frostpaw, they’d called him at first, and for a reason he can’t quite place, that’s what hurts the most. They resent him, but they don’t even know who he is anymore. And truthfully, aside from an estranged brother, what is he to Rumblerain? That train of thought sends him spiraling down a deep rabbit hole in his mind, one that the tunneler doesn’t particularly like. So he has to find ways to distract himself. Mindless, brain-numbing actions, like patching up the too-thin places in the gorse wall, are what he turns to for comfort. He’s doing a great job, he thinks—until he swings his paw to adjust a clump of the horse, and the softness of a pawpad catches on the sharp edge of a thorn.

"Shit," he curses, drawing the paw back to himself in a flash. He cups it close to his chest with his uninjured paw, eyes wide as a single drop of blood beads from the wound. It isn’t… bad. It just hurts. In his moment of surprise, Frostwind hadn’t noticed the figure approaching, and turns to them now with a wide-eyed expression. "Stars, that hurt," he hisses, though a good-natured smile paints his muzzle as he makes a show of shaking the paw out. "Want to help? I’ve got… quite a ways to go."

❆ outpace the dawn

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  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Rumblerain. It was a name that Rattleheart had forcibly shoved to the back of their mind, unwilling to confront the ghost that now took the form of their nibling. After Duskclan's raid, the reality of the situation had hit them hard. Even more harshly than before, stinging enough to bring them to tears in the darkest hours of the night. Tears thankfully brushed away by the careful and soothing paws of Venomstrike, but ones that had cluttered the tunneler's eyes nonetheless.

Before, Rumblerain's abandonment of their family had been a mere shock. A betrayal that had hurt, but had been blessedly distant. However, when they had ended up invading Windclan's camp alongside the rest of Duskclan, putting Rattleheart's children at risk... it had all become more real. There had been several sleepless nights when they had found themself asking - if Rumblerain had been the one to try and grab ome of their kits, would their fate have been different? Would they have escaped with one of their cousins clenched in their jaws, or would their blood have painted the floor of the nursery like Thornrunner's had?

The more they contemplated it, the less they liked the answer.

Work was an escape by comparison, and one that the lead didn't get to indulge in often as of late. Tasks at home were practically a gift from Starclan, and Rattleheart was eager to help out when he noticed Frostwind working on the gorse wall. They weren't eager to pass up a chance to spend time with their nephew, especially while doing something useful. "I don't mind helping out while Venomstrike has the kits... is your paw alright, Frostwind?" They glanced warily at his new injury as they drew closer, white paws reaching out to begin helping with the patches. It didn't look to be anything major, but they had grown up with Frostwind's mother. It wouldn't surprise them if he followed along with his mother's habit of downplaying their own needs.

Windclan's time at the barn briefly flashed through their mind then, remembering how their sister had only relented to their pleas for her to rest after many of them had stepped in.

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
  ❥ 53 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ mother to thistlekit, breezekit, splinterkit, crunchykit, and vinekit
  ❥ 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── DuskClan is an open wound for WindClan, especially those with close friends and even family numbered among the traitors. Rumblerain is no exception, and though they did not land a fatal blow upon Sunstar, they could have stayed if they'd truly faced a change of heart. What better opportunity would there be? Let DuskClan think they were captured like Juncoclaw, and weaken their numbers. But perhaps Wolfsong understands the warrior too little, if at all. Perhaps he has underestimated the depth of Sootstar's ever-present shadow over WindClan's future.

She is a sour thought in his mind, one he seeks to expunge, and he finds distraction not in reconstruction, but Frostwind's bleeding paw. Approaching shortly after Rattleheart, his one-eyed gaze dips between the two-toned warrior's face and his limb, held aloft from the ground. "It may seem a trivial scratch, but allow me to wrap it for you. You would not want to deepen it," he advises, glancing at the length of gorse remaining.
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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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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* Thankfully, the face that greets him when he turns is a kind one. Rattleheart seems to have grown a bit tired of their tenure in the nursery, and Frostwind is glad for his uncle's presence in camp once more. Having a mate to help take care of their litter of kits must be nice; he finds himself feeling grateful for Venomstrike as well. He could use all the help he can get—Granitepelt’s rogue gang had really done a number on the gorse plants around camp. "Thanks. You don’t have to, but it’d be appreciated," he says, a gentler smile sliding across his muzzle. But when the lead warrior asks whether his paw’s alright, icy eyes narrow with displeasure. "It’s not bad." He tries to brush off the concern, hoping to get back to his work. The quicker he gets this wall repaired, the better prepared WindClan is for another attack.

Next, Wolfsong approaches, and dark ears flatten against his head. Of course the older tom wants to make a big deal of a small injury. He can keep working. "My paw's fine," he says, attempting to keep his voice even as he speaks to the medicine cat. It isn't Wolfsong's fault that he was clumsy and got himself hurt—taking out his frustration on the golden tom would be unfair. Instead, his mouth twists into a frown and he holds out his paw to the healer. "But go on ahead. Better to wrap it than get some terrible infection, right?" He'd certainly hate to lose a leg to infection, sort of like Sunstar except Frostwind doesn't have the nine lives of a leader to fall back on. Besides, maybe his paw being wrapped will prevent it from being cut again.

❆ outpace the dawn

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  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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[SCORCHSTORM]

It was no secret that Rumblerain weighed heavy on Scorchstorm's mind, just as they weighed down the minds of her family. There were several truths about them now that she, and her family by extension (or so she assumes), find difficult to reckon with. One: they are terribly, terribly thin. Obviously starving, housed in some territory beyond prey or food or love. Two: they resent her, and much of their shared kin. She doesn't know what she did to drive that stake between them, other than go on the journey (the journey that saved them! why don't they understand?), but their resentment is palpable in their severe expressions and betrayal of their clan. Three: they are no longer close enough to save.

Scorchstorm fears to see them again, if only because it would mean seeing their cheek turn away once more, their paws receding into a horizon she cannot follow them to.

But she still cannot see Rumblerain as part of DuskClan. She still cannot count their body among the many she imagines tearing into for the sake of WindClan's safety. If she saw them on the battlefield, would they fight? Would they rip into each other like enemies ought to? But Rumblerain is not her enemy — Sootstar was; Sootstar still is, for taking her littermate from her.

Rumblerain hides in DuskClan. Luckypaw hides in the barn. Of Scorchstreak and Badgerstorm's brood, only she and Frostwind remain in their birthplace. Sometimes, she wonders what he thinks of this fact — wonders if he wears the weight of loss like she does. She'd always been closer with Luckypaw when they were kits, a fact that does not aid her when she makes unsteady approaches. She and Frostwind are certainly not estranged, but they are not as close as she would like them to be. It seems a shame that only loss could knit them closer together, but here they are anyway.

Scorchstorm cannot sit idly by while WindClan rebuilds itself. She busies herself alongside her littermate, wordless, and wordless still when Rattleheart joins them. It is only at Frostwind's yelp that she raises her gaze to him, alarmed. Just a thorn, she realizes, because it really couldn't be anything else, and yet she worries. Wolfsong is quick to approach with an offer to wrap the wound, and though reluctant, her brother eventually acquiesces to the whim of the older healer.

"I'll help you," she murmurs to Rattleheart, though she glances at Frostwind again, wanting to add something but unsure what to say. He'd just scratched a pad. He's a big boy — he doesn't need a sister to coddle him.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 ✧

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• SCORCHSTORM —— warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 15 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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