with ne'er a fear of drowning [intro]

[hanakosong]

WREN ♚
windclan - warrior - she-cat - 17 moons​

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― Her paws were weary from the trek across the moors and through endless forests, but her pads were used to the rougher terrain of home. She was spared the scrapes and bloodstains in favor of just achingly sore because of this. The scent of home still clung to her dappled fur, even many days into her journey. Though she couldn't taste it on her own tongue anymore, the way humidity seemed to linger in the air to the point of tangibility. Her thoughts wandered to her brother, and were near immediately marred by the state in which she had left home. Huffing to herself, Wren shook her head, letting the motion travel down her pelt as she stretched out each leg and pondered which direction to travel. She currently stood on the side of a Thunderpath she had just crossed. Not too far off to her right lay sprawling moors, and on the left she noted the way grassland gave way to towering trees. Neither was quite like the territory she had grown up on, but the open land was somewhat familiar, and so she started picking her way there with little other thought behind the choice.

It was only when Wren stumbled upon what were clearly scent markers that she halted, paws freezing in place. Her parents used to mark the stone nest this way, keeping unwanted visitors from thinking they could just waltz right in. The last thing Wren wanted to do was make that mistake and wind up in trouble before she had even gotten settled or knew what she was doing. Glancing each way as the wind gently buffeted her tortoiseshell fur flatter on one side, she wondered how far the scent markers stretched. If she had to guess, probably down to the shore line of that distant river. But then how far would they stretch up along the Thunderpath? It was roughly back in the direction she came, and Wren didn't really want to backtrack. She stood there for a while, pondering if she could slip through this area without causing trouble.​

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[SINGEDTHROAT]

︿─︿.𖥔 ݁ ˖︿─︿//hey there! not sure whether you know already, but wc doesn't accept joiners atm! ofc if you're just wanting a lil conflict, thats a-okay :)

Singedpaw is the only one of their siblings who has to leave the sunlight behind and toil in the tunnels. It's important, they know, but...they miss their siblings, who run the moors above Singedpaw's head with their mentors. Even though it feels like it's been moons, they haven't been an apprentice for very long at all, and they can't imagine having to do this until they're a grown-up, and then forever after that until they're old and creaky like the elders.

It's silly, but what if Father and Ðir forget about them? They know better than to tell Smallwhisker that. Nothing matters to their mentor but strengthening Sootstar's reign, even though Singedpaw doesn't understand how that's going to happen while chasing rabbits in the dark. Singedpaw doesn't even get to do any of the important digging yet.

Suffice it to say, they're antsy and agitated, so much so that Smallwhisker tells them to take a short break "until they stop blubbering," they said. Singedpaw wanders off a little farther from the tunnel entrance, far enough to near the Thunderpath, where they want to watch the monsters. Instead, they find a stranger— a rogue, their mind assumes immediately, and all that comes to mind is the horde of foul-smelling cats who drove them to ShadowClan, who nearly hurt Rivepaw in her defiance. They bare their teeth in a snarl, the fur along their back and tail rising. "I'll feed you to the worms, rogue!" They yowl, lashing out wildly at her leg with unsheathed claws. ​

SINGEDPAW of WINDCLAN CHILD OF WOLFSONG AND SUNSTRIDE. 4 MOONS OLD, THEY/THEM. BORN ON 09.08.2023.

general information physicality personality interaction

• — Sibling to Bearpaw, Rivepaw,, Sunlitpaw, & Featherpaw. Second-born child named after their pelt-color to invoke ember-like imagery.
  — Uses they/them pronouns only; will not respond to the use of any others. Too young for romantic relationships; sexuality TBD.
• — Small compared to the average WindClan kit. The runt of the litter who has greatly taken after Wolfsong's height, but with Sunstride's slimmer structure. Will progress in size as an apprentice, but will not tower over the clan as their father does.
  — Eyes are a striking, frost-hewn blue paler than both their parents' eyes, and without a tinge of green. Often narrowed, even as a kit, primarily a physical trait picked up from Wolfsong.
• — While they do not have the appearance of a light-hearted demeanor, they are relatively friendly with clanmates and are known to have a youthful charm, with a smile that can't help but to be mirrored. It comes quite naturally to them, though they do mimic their parents to better endear themself to other people.
  — Singedkit seems to take after the snake's skin fed to Wolfsong. Their friendliness is the swaying grass that the snake's slither matches in rhythm, disguised by innocuous scenery. As a kit, this manifests as little more than (mostly) harmless schemes.
• — Peaceful actions may be powerplayed, such as shoulder brushes, light bumps, and playfully intended gestures. Violent or harmful actions can be attempted with a ping for this account.
  — Please note that while peaceful actions can be powerplayed, and while most will be received or even reciprocated, there is a chance Singedpaw will become discomfited and react aggressively.

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[hanakosong]

WREN ♚
loner - warrior - she-cat - 17 moons​

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― She was still pondering on the mentally dubbed safe side of the scent markers when a yowl and sudden appearance of another startled Wren into leaping backward. That reflexive response was the only thing that saved her from the incoming swipe of claws. Moons of training engraved into her very bones found Wren crouched at the ready, fur puffed with her adrenaline as she wheeled dark, toffee brown eyes on...a kit? Why was this kit attacking her out of no where...and had they called her a rogue? What did that even mean?
"What are you doing?" Wren asked, surprisingly monotone for her defensive stance, attempting to keep a healthy distance between herself and this feral kit. Their pelt carried the same scent as the one marking this place, so Wren's developing impression of whoever lived here was trending rapidly downward.
// yes, i was warned about that, thank you! i'm happy to roleplay an encounter regardless - just for funsies!​

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[PINKSHINE]

She and her mentor are digging, and Pinkpaw has NO idea where they are. How the heck is Pinkpaw supposed to know where is where when it's all dark blackness and cramped spaces and mystery - cats chattering and shuffling paws? Pinkpaw hears a very grumpy cat muttering the whole time— and she gets it, she hates the tunnels too, but, um, not so much that it'd make her stop smiling and stuff... Despite their mentor talking back and Pinkpaw insisting that they just relax (Why hadn't they thought of that???) they keep grumbling until Smallwhisker lets them all take a break. Huh... Maybe grumbling was the answer...? Well, if mystery cat gets to go see the sun, so does Pinkpaw!

mystery cat is apparently Singedpaw— or is it this weirdo mystery cat Pinkpaw has never seen in her entire life! Pinkpaw thinks about this extremely seriously, but the answer is given to her when Singedpaw is suddenly yowling and attacking them. " A rogue? " she gasps. The bad guys? Pinkpaw hate, hate, hated them! They made her and her friends go to horrible places like ShadowClan! " Scorchstreak! " Pinkpaw calls for her mentor as if she wasn't a few paces away.

And the rogue tries to act dumb, saying, What are you doing? " We're beating you up! " Pinkpaw informs them, putting on her fiercest face and unsheathing pinprick claws. Pinkpaw leaps to attack, but kind of totally misjudges the distance ( she can jump way further in her dreams ) and falls onto the grass. Ugh, now she's gonna be green. " Get them! " she cries her fierce battle cry, despite having a grass - mouth right now.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

• ooc: mentor tag :3 @SCORCHSTREAK

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[cottonsprig]

Just as she tends to follow above ground patrols to find herbs, she does the same with the tunnelers. Not much grows beneath the grass and dirt, admittedly, but it's a useful excuse regardless, and Wolfsong doesn't seem to mind it. Singedpaw's mentor is a bit curt - not too different from Scorchstreak, admittedly - and the patrol pulls from the depths for a break.

The break, it seems, is short lived as two apprentices tear after a mystery cat. Cottonpaw's pupils shrink into slivers as her thoughts align with the others - a rogue in their lands, so soon after chasing out the masses of them, is entirely unwanted. Perhaps if they were ThunderClan, or even SkyClan, the tired feline would've been received far kinder. Cottonpaw cannot feel sorry for the kitten-sharp claws that score towards hind legs in chase.

"Back - back to the thunderpath!" she makes demands, though her rank is still less than some of the others present. Perhaps if Smallwhisker or Scorchstreak wish to talk with the she-cat, then they can do so on the scent lines. Otherwise, she would be ShadowClan's problem.​

 

[hanakosong]

WREN ♚
loner - warrior - she-cat - 17 moons​

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― With the sudden appearance of two more relatively young cats - seriously...was this group all made of kits? - Wren took a few more hasty steps back toward the heated edge of the Thunderpath, never letting down her defense. She refused to swipe at kits, no matter how threatening they appeared. It was startling to be received in such a hostile manner when Wren hadn't even actually crossed their scent markers, but she wasn't about to fight back when they clearly marked this land as their own. Her options were the giant tree in the distance at her back and the Thunderpath with the pine forests on the other side. She refused to head back toward the towering slopes she had descended from just yesterday - it was in the direction back toward the stone nest. Wren would never go back there.
"Okay!" Wren hissed at the kits, voice raspy and low from disuse. There was no point in speaking when she had been her only company. "I get it, I'm going." Without taking her eyes off the angry sparks in their eyes, Wren backed up until her paw hit the rough, warm surface of the Thunderpath. She checked quickly to make sure the coast was clear, and then darted across it toward the pines, hoping there was no claim on this side, and she could be left to traverse in peace.​

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