camp 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 ╱ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

[SUNSTAR]

Even with what his warriors had brought back, their losses had been tenfold. The heart of it was hope, desperation — Bluepool and Bluefrost both had heard his words and acted in their own ways. Had they spoken together, planned where they may go? Or had they simply looked at one another and known? Two of Sootstar's kin. Her littermate, her daughter. If their clan had not lost one in the result, Sunstar may have laughed at the thread they shared. Now it may only be a source of grief. The patrol she had led to RiverClan came with nothing; ShadowClan, only a lizard, and scratches alongside. Would the other clans miss their meals so terribly, even in this season, that it is worth the deaths of a warrior? And Bluepool, cat that she was — Slateheart spoke of her teeth poised near another's throat, prepared for a killing blow. Had she thought the same? That their empty bellies might be filled through the flesh and blood of those across the forest?

Scorchstreak thought so lowly of him, he knows. But of her mate? He does not want to think on it more than his mind already does. Forced to, really, as he paws through what little prey remains within their pile. The path near the forest is what remains mostly unharmed. A few mice, plover. None of the rabbits or hares that have become a staple of their diet remained. And Rattleheart's kits would require larger prey sooner rather than later. His eyes close with a heaved sigh. "Who wishes to hunt with me?" He turns upon three legs to look at his clan. (Do their thoughts go to trespassing again? Is their first thought, across which border?) "The lands near Horseplace remain mostly unharmed. Though we must be wary of the beasts that they keep outside of our borders, there may be enough there to feed us well for the night."

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.03 〛 🟒ᨒ

• ooc: —
• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

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[slateheart]

Hunting on RiverClan territory was a mistake. Whether it was Bluepool's idea, or Dimmingsun's, or.. StarClan forbid, Sunstar's idea.. he detested it. Wished it never happened. Since they left camp that day, Slateheart has felt deceived and utterly hopeless. That feeling has not quite gone away.

The moorland has yet to recover, and he knows this. If he searches deep in his heart, past the forced façade of nobility, he can understand why they did what they did. But.. why RiverClan, after all they had done to help? Why any other Clan to begin with? Why not the loner lands, past Horseplace - was WindClan truly more scared of a scrappy band of rogues than a well-fed, flourishing Clan?

Sunstar's beckon for the Clan is met with a raised head and perked ears. Part of him longs to ignore it, to not let himself be led astray by a cat he thought he could trust.. not again. Where would Sunstar lead this patrol? ThunderClan has been untouched yet - SkyClan, even, if they truly wanted to stretch the bounds of their codebreaking. Slateheart's mouth twists at the thought, like bile on his tongue.

He still struggles with the thought - did Sunstar truly want such a thing to happen? Stealing was for the likes of Sootstar.. not this embodiment of a warrior's heart that he had come to admire. Slateheart scolds himself, inwardly. How could he be so faithless towards the cat who had saved him and his Clanmates from a fate of oppression and mourn? How could he distrust the cat that he had confided in so long ago, back when he was a young boy, about his father's behavior? And yet.. how could he be so.. gullible?

He has to put his misgivings to the side. For the better of the Clan. For his good relations.. to show his loyalty. Just like Bluepool wanted him to do when she led him blindly into RiverClan.

"If you'll have me," he offers with a voice low and gravelly. It is bitter, but certain.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to BEEPAW | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♡ | generally healthy, but experiencing shortness of breath.
  
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[BLUEFROST]

Perhaps WindClan has forgotten Sunstar's ferocity, his survivalist instincts, but they are a comfort to Bluefrost in these uncertain times. Her mother had chosen the burnished warrior for her council for a reason. He had led patrols into SkyClan and RiverClan without second thought, had brought glory to their Clan's name. Sunstar had rid WindClan of Sootstar, but perhaps that act of bravery has become so embellished in the minds of his faithful followers that they've missed the bloodscent behind it. Bluefrost meets the weighted gaze of her leader, and despite the ache in her body that remains, the tunneler steps forward.

"Allow me to go, Sunstar." She remembers the velvet strips of skin against her tongue, the mouse he'd brought her, remembers snow-blown winds that chilled his bones, his memories. Bluefrost comes to stand beside Slateheart, tilting her chin so that her cheek fur billows about her face like clouds batting up alongside the moon.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ The concept of starvation is one that strikes Gravelsnap as horribly grave. It is an enemy unable to be battled, slow and creeping as the morning’s fog clouds across the moorland’s vast expanse. The idea of watching their clanmates, the ones they care for, wither away until the stars claim them, is enough to send the warrior back nearly a year into the past. A blink, and they are lying feeble and shaky in a too-thin nest in a badger’s den. They are watching cats so much more powerful than themself writhe and suffer. And then… they are watching Bluefrost, Periwinklebreeze, Slateheart. Each suffers more than the last, their bodies worn thin by hunger… fallen prey to an enemy that cannot be defeated or wished away. StarClan had saved them from the fires, but only barely. They will not save WindClan from this, not so soon.

Gravelsnap winces as teeth sink into the inside of their cheek, and they draw their tongue across the ragged edges of the new wound. The taste of blood meets them, unsurprising. Their leader has asked for a patrol to travel to the horseplace with him, and both Slateheart and Bluefrost volunteer readily. Gravelsnap moves to stand a tail-length from the two, hazel eyes fixed on their leader. "I’ll go," they offer, muzzle set in a grim smile. Sunstar is doing his best. They are all doing their best, gathering up endless pawfuls of ashes from the land and trying to reform it all into a clan. With a flicker of their tail, they glance about for their apprentice—they have taken him nearby the horseplace once already, but the young WindClanner could also benefit from close-up experience at the horseplace.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

• ooc: apprentice tag @sheeppaw
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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[kitecall.]

speaking color is #BBE8EF​

➾ KITEPAW. AND HOW CAN WE WIN WHEN FOOLS CAN BE KINGS? † ☼
𖤓 ✟ —— there's hesitance to his step that kitepaw worries is too visible. windclan was hungry, they needed all the prey they could manage, especially with all the new kits running underfoot… some where already off milk, others would be soon. he was well aware of the fact that windclan was hungry, yet however, the thought of blatantly stealing from the other clans didn't set right in his head. and bluepool's death doing so further solidified it for him. he does not emphasize with shadowclan, and especially not the likes of riverclan, but it wasn't a good idea, he'd have never thought it to be one, and despite the sadness and the frustration he felt for such an unavoidable death, he was thankful to the stars that he hadn't been sent on her patrol. or bluefrost's, for that matter. perhaps he sees horseplace differently. they're friends. spiderpaw, celandinepaw, snowglare… perhaps that's why kitepaw comes over, ready to lend a paw. ”i'm not a burden," he says, realizing no other apprentices have offered before him.

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• KITEPAW ✩ he/him, moor-runner apprentice of windclan, 7.5 moons old
  ⭃ average sized tomcat with light cream tabby markings. he has a white chest and half face. his fur is a medium length and he has large whiskers. his eyes are a light blue.
  ⭃ highly religious, stubborn and hard-working, kindhearted and charismatic, honest, diligent, foolish and impulsive when frustrated, will speak out when something feels unjust.
  ⭃ open to minor and minor nonviolent powerplay / / underline and tag when attacking ⇌ see his bio here
  ⭃ penned by @DOFFERZ! ⇌ doffloppa on discord, feel free to dm for plots. template credit to vayle.
  
  
  
  
  

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