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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The kit has settled into the barn well enough, finding themself gradually becoming more familiar with the cats that reside within the wooden structure. But of all the other cats in the area, the kit is most comfortable around Slatetooth. The black and white tom had been the one to bring them here, after all—but that makes Slatetooth the unfortunate victim of many of the kit’s curiosities, as well. What is a WindClan? Why does that cat only have one eye? What does blizzard mean?

The kit naps beside the older tom, pale eyes fluttering open occasionally before slipping shut once more. Their sleep is hardly ever restful, even when tucked into the side of one of the older cats—she tosses and turns, kneading at the nest beneath her, and her dreams are plagued with familiar-yet-unfamiliar faces. Pale fur, paler eyes, the touch of cold—freezing—paws. The kit sits up straight in the nest, a frown twisting at her expression. "’latetooth, where is my mama?" Their voice is thick with sleep and stilted with fright, but their question feels urgent. "Why did you take me from her?" The wide-eyed stare that they turn on Slatetooth is not accusatory, but they need to know.

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[slateheart]

-ˋˏ ༻☽༺ ˎˊ- cw: mention of blood & death Watching Blizzardkit thrive amongst the barn cats relieved some of Slatetooth's most prominent guilt that picked away at him ever since he found the young kit shivering against its mother's stomach. He was pleased to see them finding comfort in other cats: Rattleheart, Cottonfang, Periwinklebreeze.. but he wasn't averse to it snuggling up to himself, either, even if it means being bombarded with questions and curiosities. He just.. wished he knew how to handle such a delicate thing.

Slatetooth was aware of his own cautious dance around the kit - walking lighter when they were around, watching his language, giving more thought to his usually blunt and careless words. After the responsibility of bringing them home, he felt responsible for their well-being as well, although he could never think of himself as a parent. This meant allowing the kit to snuggle close for naptime, answering their endless curiosities, teaching them if they needed it. It all came with a certain discomfort, an insecurity: Am I doing this right? Did I do the right thing bringing them home? Am I a role-model? A good one?

With Blizzardkit napping next to him now, a small bundle of warmth against his thin fur that he still felt startled by, Slatetooth stayed awake, resting with his chin on his front paws and watching the remnants of WindClan go about their duties. He knew the kit was restless, twitching and shuffling, tossing and turning. He kept his breathing still and quiet, careful not to twitch his own restless paws to avoid disturbing Blizzardkit further. When they finally lifted their head up, Slatetooth turned his head over, regarding them with a lazy gaze.

Blizzardkit always had questions, ever wondering about their surroundings. Amongst those, of course, were some of their past: some Slatetooth couldn't answer, some that made him uncomfortable. It was his duty to answer, if the kit was confiding in him - but he felt a slight change in himself, the way he sugarcoated things and explained life in a way a kit would understand. It wasn't like him to be so empathetic and careful about another.

When Blizzardkit asked about their mother, where she was, why he took them from her: he hesitated. He had asked his father, Lynxtooth, the same questions once - Why did you take me from her? His father, with his mother's blood on his paws, was always honest about what he had done, callously so. Slatetooth knew from a young age that her mother was killed, so that he and his brother could grow up to be strong warriors of WindClan. Slatetooth would not allow himself to be so heartlessly blunt, although he was aware the kit knew about the concept of death.

"Your mother is with StarClan," he replied slowly, after a few moments of thought. "..watching over you now." Slatetooth wondered, for a moment, how different this response would have been from one of Sootstar's warriors, who had denounced StarClan moons ago. Much like Lynxtooth's stance, he decided, that their mother was dead and gone, no longer to be seen again, and that they must move on. The second question brought about another pang of guilt, though with the thought of Sootstar, he felt more at ease that he had brought Blizzardkit to the barn. "I took you.." a moment of hesitation, as he pondered how to answer "..so that you did not join StarClan as well. You're too young. Your mother would have wanted you to have a chance." Maybe he had to be a little blunt, after all. There was only so much fabrication he could spin to a kit who understood death.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG ⋅❁⋅ YOU'RE A LOADED GUN ──┐‎

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  SLATETOOTH ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 17 moons.
  ⭃ a reclusive short-haired black tom with low white and green eyes.
  ⭃ mate to no one. son of lynxtooth x adelaide. brother to gravelsnap and ashpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Blizzardkit is so young. At this point, Wolfsong is not unfamiliar with small, vulnerable children, but Blizzardkit's circumstances are unlike his kits', who were born safe and warm into Wolfsong and Sunstride's fierce love.

It is hard to believe he was their age once, and that while their circumstances are similar in some ways –orphaned, that is– they responded to their new worlds quite differently. For one thing, Blizzardkit retains an innocence Wolfsong did not have. How much of that was the doing of the gruesome loss of his parents or his upbringing beforehand, he cannot say. He does know that he was angry, that Sunstride alone knew how to calm him, and that he would not be where he is today if he had not known such grief so young.

It is fortunate that they have Slatetooth's care. Better his than Lynxtooth's, in truth, though Wolfsong will still be...vigilant for any signs of his father's spirit in him.

"Indeed," Wolfsong agrees in his low rasp. "None of us need rush to meet StarClan too soon, least of all kits who have much to see still."
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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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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ Your mother is with StarClan, the black and white warrior says, and Blizzardkit’s heart sinks. They understood before, that their mama was running away from something. They understood that she was taking a risk when she lead them all to take shelter beneath the log—but still, hearing it from the mouth of another makes their hopes dim. They are a kit, with no razor-sharp claws or massive bulk to defend themself with if they are attacked. Will Slatetooth protect them? Their pale pink gaze shifts to Wolfsong—will he protect them?

At least they know now why Slatetooth took them away, why he brought them here where they know no one and do not have the means to keep themself safe. He brought them here in an attempt to keep them safe—one of the kit’s too-large ears flicks languidly, and they roll their head to the side to stare up at the tom. "I will not join StarClan," they assure him, lifting a tiny paw to place it against his inky fur. He has comforted them, so they feel as though they should offer him the same.

Wolfsong’s words say much the same; they should not go to StarClan this early in their short life. The trust that they feel in the older tom is not as great as their trust in Slatetooth, but it is still greater than the trust that they place in just any stranger. There is still a lot that they have not seen in the world, and neither of these toms want them to miss out on all that it has to offer. "Much to see," they mutter solemnly, nodding briskly at the golden-furred tom. "Like what?"​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Their gentle display toward Slatetooth makes Wolfsong's mouth twitch. It is terribly sweet in its solemnity, though he knows Blizzardkit is not entirely capable of ensuring such a promise. None of them are, in truth, but where it would seem irritatingly earnest from an older cat, Wolfsong finds it endearing now. Perhaps that is the ðir in him. Whatever the cause, he is only too happy to indulge the kit when they ask for examples, shifting closer and hunching down to their level.

"You have yet to see newleaf and greenleaf. When the sun shows its face longer and fewer clouds hide it, the snow will melt and water the moors." As fond as Wolfsong is of leafbare and the memories of his birthplace, there is much to admire in the warmer months of growth, and he hopes that Blizzardkit will get to see many such moons. "Flowers will rise from the ground in countless colors, and the birds will return to sing above our heads while bees fill the fields with freckles of yellow and black. The rabbits will be plump and many, and you will feast until you are tired, and lower your head in soft grass while a warm breeze draws you to sleep."
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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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[slateheart]

-ˋˏ ༻☽༺ ˎˊ- A small, grateful smile is shown towards Wolfsong as he takes part in the conversation. Slatetooth is relieved - if any cat could help explain such a troubling topic, he put his faith into their medicine cat to do it best, with his experience in raising his own children and first-hand experience with death and StarClan itself. A cat he knew would not sugarcoat the reality of life's dangers, but carried such a trustful gentleness that he felt any cat could find comfort in.

And thankfully, Blizzardkit does understand. When their small white paw reaches up to touch Slatetooth's dark fur, a gentle touch of understanding and comfort, he finds himself.. smiling. StarClan, when was the last time he smiled and meant it? The reassuring statement is comforting, but yet he still can't help but worry if it will speak true. WindClan will keep Blizzardkit safe, as well as each other, but only time will tell what horrors Sootstar's wrath can bring. Slatetooth hopes that they can withstand it.

He sits by and listens to Wolfsong's poetic description of the moors. It draws images so clear and dear that he can almost feel the sun warming his fur, the wind singing songs past his ears. His smile does not wane. "There's no feeling quite like the wind through your fur out on the moors. It's.. exhilarating out there," Slatetooth adds. He's not quite as good with his words as Wolfsong is, but the feeling in them is sincere. Finally, the tom lets out a sigh. "I can't wait to go for a run again. It always feels so free."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG ⋅❁⋅ YOU'RE A LOADED GUN ──┐‎

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  SLATETOOTH ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 17 moons.
  ⭃ a reclusive short-haired black tom with low white and green eyes.
  ⭃ mate to no one. son of lynxtooth x adelaide. brother to gravelsnap and ashpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RATTLEHEART]

When Rattleheart had been a kit, the world had seemed both limitless and terrifying all at once. So many moons spent cooped up in a badger's den meant that she had still been inexperienced and painfully curious when she had taken off alongside Scorchstreak, eager to see the beyond that they had been denied. She had had countless questions then - just as Blizzardkit did now - but answers hadn't been easy to come by. They had usually had to be ripped from the world through experience, and she found herself grateful that the little one didn't need to face such realities just yet. The time for that could come later, when it was an apprentice and more prepared for what might be thrown at her. Even if Rattleheart found herself agonizing more and more over just how small and vulnerable their apprentices still seemed.

She shook those worries from her mind for the moment though, long strides bringing her over to where the trio were talking. There was a tiny, almost secretive smile on her face - because neither medicine cat nor moor runner had mentioned her favorite part of the home that they would one day soon return to. "And you haven't seen the other wonderful part of the moors - the tunnels. You'll need to be a bit older to go down in them, but they're truly incredible. They go all over the territory, and even to some places outside of it. We won't know yet whether you'll be a moor runner or a tunneler, but either way I'll be happy to show them to you." There was an affectionate purr in her voice, tail playfully flicking down against Blizzardkit's head as she settled down nearby. A hidden part of her hoped that they might end up as a tunneler so that she could mentor them, but time would have to tell how much they would grow.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​