Magnoliakit medium-furred, small, snow-white albino with very pale, blind blue eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | windclan kit | 6 moons
Magnoliakit swallowed, her heart hammering against her chest as Twilightstar’s voice filled the den, equally calm and inviting, yet carrying the weight of leadership that made the young kit’s throat tighten. She shifted slightly where she crouched at the entrance, feeling her small claws flex into the bark beneath her paws as if she could root herself in place through sheer willpower. The little warmth of the sun filtering into the hollow provided little comfort as she watched the leader settle gracefully into her nest, her single eye steady and patient. There was no judgment in Twilightstar’s gaze, but Magnoliakit could feel her own nerves bubbling up all the same, twisting her thoughts into knots as she tried to find the right words.For a heartbeat, she hesitated, her mouth opening without sound as her thoughts raced ahead of her courage. What if Twilightstar thought her idea was foolish? What if asking this made her seem weak, incapable? Her pale, unfocused eyes shifted downward, her tail curling tighter around her body as she gathered herself. The rhythmic scratch of claws against wood, the scent of moss and old maple sap—it all seemed sharper in her heightened awareness of the silence stretching between them.
Finally, she drew in a slow breath, feeling the air cool against her tongue and fill her lungs, grounding her the way the bark had steadied her climb moments ago. “I…” Her voice came out softer than she intended, almost a whisper, and she cleared her throat gently, trying again with a steadier tone. “Twilightstar, I’ve been thinking a lot about… my training. About my future in the clan.” The admission alone sent a ripple of warmth to her ears, and she flicked them self-consciously, pressing on before her courage could falter completely. “I know I’m still just a kit, and I don’t have a mentor yet, but—” She paused, feeling her heart skip as her claws scraped faintly against the smooth surface beneath her. “I want to become a tunneler,” she blurted, her words rushing out like water breaking free of a dam. The admission hung in the air between them, a vulnerable truth laid bare, and her breath caught as she awaited Twilightstar’s response. Her tail flicked anxiously, brushing her flank as she struggled to explain herself, her mind tumbling with a thousand reasons. “I mean… I know it’s not common,” she added quickly, her voice picking up speed as her thoughts tumbled free. “Most cats train as regular warriors. That’s what’s expected. But… but my eyes aren’t like everyone else’s. I can’t see clearly—not like the other kits or warriors. It’s harder for me to follow prey on the open moor, and I don’t want to be a burden, slowing my clan-mates down. But underground…”
She paused, her ears twitching as her mind painted a clear view of the tunnels, where vision gave way to instinct, where the world was shaped by sound and scent and the feel of the earth beneath her paws. Her voice softened, steadying now as her conviction grew. “Underground, it’s different. There, I can rely on my other senses—on sound and touch and smell. I’ve been listening, learning what I can about the tunnels from my digging lesson with Dustbunny. I think… I think I could be good at it. If I had the chance to train, I mean.” Her tail curled tighter around her as her voice dropped again, more hesitant now, the vulnerability of her request fully sinking in. “I don’t want to be seen as weak because of my eyes. I want to help WindClan in a way that makes sense for me. I know it’s different, but… I’m willing to work hard. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I can do it.” Her claws flexed one last time, scraping softly against the wood before she finally stilled, her breath slowing as she lifted her sightless gaze toward Twilightstar, the tension in her chest easing slightly now that the words had been spoken. Whatever the leader’s response, Magnoliakit had taken her first step—and that, at least, felt like a small victory.
She is asleep, slumbering within her bed of moss further in the back of the den. Her ears twitch and Twilightstar parts her eyelids to stare at the round opening of her den. She blinks slowly waiting until the drowsiness leaves her green orb. There she sees the minture cat crouching at the entrance. Once again, she's gotten into a habit of assuming the kit was one of hers, but upon lifting her head and giving the kit her full attention she sees that it's one of Leopardsong's little ones.
"Hello, Magnoliakit." She greets with a yawn following close behind. The clan leader stretches, tiny creaks can be heard from her back as it arches. She listens while the kitten gathers her courage and speaks. Oh, another kit on the path to the underground. A smile graces the leader's face as the kit goes into more reasons for her desire to be a tunneler as if Twilightstar had thoughts of turning her down.
"If you want to be a tunneler apprentice, I see no reason to deny you. You've given it much thought more than I expected from one so young." She commented with a wistful glint in her solo eye. "WindClan needs more tunnelers, I'm sure Crowtooth, Dustbunny, and Vinesmoke will be pleased to hear they've gotten a new addition to their little tunneling team. However, I will have you know that no cat at least in WindClan would see you as weaker for your eyesight." WindClan had three blind cats, two being the leader's daughters. She wondered what had been said to make Magnoliakit so self-conscious about her sight.
"I'll give you to one of the tunnelers at the next meeting. You'll be joining Coldkit as a new tunnel apprentice." She trilled encouragingly. She wasn't sure if the two would be working together or not but it was always a nice thought to know that you weren't alone.
Her polite yet earnest smile lighting up further at Twilightstar's words, Dapplebreeze blinked with contentment before noticing the shiver that ran through her leader's body. Oh dear. It really had been getting colder of late, had it not? She herself was not adverse to the cold, her thick coat merely made it easier to retain heat when compared to the silkier, thinner coats of cats like the lilac queen and the wiry calico that healed them. As if by instinct, the fury met the oriental longhair halfway upon the roots, sitting besides her and with a motion of her tail offering her own pelt as a shield against the brazen wind before speaking.
"Oh, apologies, my dear. Such was my glee I did not consider your comfort for these grandest of news. But I do think you will be pleased to hear that my darling sapling, Birchpaw, is now quite ready for his warrior ceremony. Just came back from his assessment, and he demonstrated his capabilities most extraordinarily. Despite the season, he handily managed to bring home four pieces of prey in swift time, and his battle prowess is commendable. He lacks experience, as is the case with all young apprentices, of course, but it had been many a season since any cat had managed to lay paw on me. Had he just a sliver more experience or I had been but a modicum slower of wit, I would have been in very real danger. Why, not even in the last battle against RiverClan I partook in was I ever alarmed, and there I took down two of their fiendish fish lovers who tried to combine their strength against me," she mewed, her words spoken with a calm air that was betrayed by the glimmer of pride in her eyes, her chest puffed up at the knowledge that her young apprentice would no doubt become a fine WindClan warrior in time.
Twilightstar couldn't help but laugh as the fury sat down beside her, offering to shield her from the chill. She's more than happy to take the offer with a grateful smile. Even though the leader had a nice long pelt, the stains were thin and did little to help the leader against the blustering frosty air. It was nice in the greenleaf not so much in leafbare. The thick mass of scars that lined her flank didn't help either. It was bare scar tissue unprotected even by fur.
Her ears prick as the fury goes into detail about her sapling. That was a cute nickname, Twilightstar couldn't help but find it endearing how easily Dapplebreeze bonded with her apprentices and treated them like her own kits. She and Batglare had that same habit when acquiring apprentices that stick around long enough. She found the trait rather sweet and wished more mentors took to it. If she had more cats dedicated to their apprentices as the furies, she was sure WindClan would have more warriors with strong bonds to their clan.
"High praise for someone so young," Twilghtstar replied, eye gleaming with interest as the she-cat sang of her apprentice's prowess. She was a tad bit eager to see Birchpaw in action to see if what she said was true. The leader didn't think Dapplebreeze was lying, far from it, but there would always be bias when it came to one's apprentices. Even she was guilting of such a thing. Twilightstar did not doubt that Birchpaw was good if Dapplebreeze was saying so, but how impressive she'd have to see with her own eye.
"It sounds like he'll be a great warrior then. I'll perform his ceremony at the next meeting. He'll be joining Hollypaw and Fallenpaw for his warrior ceremony." Her chin lifts just a little as pride rings softly within her voice. It was hard not to be proud of such accomplishments. Twilightstar has lost more apprentices than had warrior ceremonies in all her seasons. It was a sad thought so she tried to take out as much joy as for those who would never be receive such an honor.
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Originally Posted by Red'fur
(( Swiftpaw ))
* He nodded and dipped his head and stepped back. *
" I understand Twilightstar. I will not disappoint you again. "
* He turned to exit the den but stopped and looked back. *
" Is there any set mentor I should report to? "
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@Moonraven
He took his punishments graciously. There was hope for him. She wished more warriors took their punishments half as acceptingly. "No, I won't be assigning you a mentor. You've completed your training with Crowtooth and I trust I don't need to assign someone to watch over you. Carry out your punishment and take your oath seriously once you've earned it and all will be well." She meowed, upon talking with him she could see why Crowtooth seemed to like him. He'd make a good warrior once he gets over this hiccup. She grants him leave with a light nod of her head.
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Originally Posted by Tallstar
[ Vinesmoke
11 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke padded into his leaders den the weight of what had occurred resting on his chest he shouldn’t be the one doing this but it seemed Deadmoon was..occupied mentally at the moment considering they had just buried his friend and her daughter. His blue eyes shifted to the floor there was nothing he could have done to prevent her death I mean starclan she had been missing he tried to find her but it seemed he had been too late nonetheless he had to report her death the funeral had already occurred all cats who knew her personally had been informed though not that many did know her seeing how it was just him and Deadmoon. “Miss Twilightstar I need to uhm..make a report..I foundt Owlpaw dead near twilight falls Deadmoon foundt me and her soon after we buried her in the starry meadow with a proper clanmate burial” he said his voice cracking
Twilightstar turns away from the tail she had been grooming and looks over once Vinesmoke enters. The trill that built up in her throat dies when she takes in the young tunneler's expression. Something was wrong. Her gaze hardened as she scanned the tom for any injuries and sat up straight in her nest. When he finally speaks the news is terrible. "Owlpaw is dead," She repeats aquish making her meow crack. That little ball of sunshine and innocence is gone.
The lilac-cat she-cat's eye becomes glassy as she blinks away her unshed tears. It was always sad to lose clanmates, but the pain was indescribable when it came to clanmates she had grown rather close to. Owlpaw had been a great comfort during her time of need. Her overall being a positive light in the dark reality. Twilightstar had adored that one like one adored a kit.
"That's terrible, I'll inform the clan at the next meeting." She swallows that lump of emotion in her throat and lifts her head. Twilightstar assumed that if they had found any foul play or noticed any cats or predators involved that would be told to her. "Do you know how she passed?"
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Originally Posted by Diamondfur
"I was wondering if I can have an apprentice?" Tallclaw mews looking at Twilightstar
Well that wasn't a question she got a lot. Probably for good reason. "Tallclaw, if I deem you fit I will give you apprentice." She told him. Rarely did she have cats ask for an apprentice until they were set on training a certain one. If he had been asking to train a certain kit then they'd be having a different discussion.
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Originally Posted by kira
A frightened Honeypaw stood outside of Twilightstar’s den, her shadow trembling alongside her. “T-Twilightstar?” She mewed, her voice soft but clearly filled with fear. Stormcrest was…a little weird, and Honeypaw was feeling threatened by him ever since the end of their last training session. “M-May I….May I come in?”
[ @Moonraven - here is the thread. She’s asking for a mentor reassignment because she’s feeling threatened by Stormcrest o7 ]
She always found it so odd when cats actually respectfully ask to come in. Twilightstar's never had a closed den policy and let cats come and go as they please when it came to her den. The leader gets out of her nest and walked to the round opening, she slants her head a tad to look down at Honeypaw. "Yes, come on up Honeypaw." She beckons the paw in with a few quick twitches of her tail and backs away so she has room to enter without bowling into the leader. "What's wrong?" She askes once Honeypaw enteres.
The smooth furred tom padded to the outside of the leaders den. "Twilightstar, I have a report to make." he called in his usual monotone. He wondered if Swanpaw had already relayed the information, like he asked. Falconbeak wasn't hopeful that she did. "Me and Swanpaw were hunting on the Windy Hills and we saw twolegs messing around with a strange string." Falconbeak began, his voice steady despite the irritation prickling beneath his fur. Those clumsy beasts would scare off all the prey, so it's critical that she knew.
(They were there before the patrol that Crowtooth mentioned fyi)
Twilightstar ears dart forward as a call rings from outside her den. She parted her maw to call the warrior inside but paused when she heard the news about twolegs, in the hills. Her paws push her out of her warm nest and press across the cooler wood flooring as they carry her to the opening. She tenses her hind legs and leaps down to join Falondive below.
"Twolegs in Windy Hills? You and Swanpaw alright, no one catnapped or injured?" She question concerningly looking the tom over. He sounded as moody as any cat would when learning strange creatures were tresspassing in their home. "Did any of them see you and what's this about string?"
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Originally Posted by Rowan
RACCOONKIT she/her || n/a || ? moons
The she-kit finished her searching and dancing around the clearing, instead going to mother’s den, her favorite place in allll the clans! She poked her head inside, then proceeded to ask, “Mammaaaaaa! May I come in?”
She grooms her paws when her daughter pokes her head into her den. A gently motherly smile appears on her face and softens her features. "Hmm, I don't think you can, baby bandit, no thieves allowed." She purrs teasingly.
Honeypaw leapt up and slid into the den, her blue-green eyes narrowing against the gloom. ''I-I came to ask to be reassigned to another warrior,'' She admitted, kneading the den floor beneath her with her front paws. ''Stormcrest...he's scaring me and I feel like he might be a th-threat to me...''
''H-He was teaching me some battle moves before hunting, a-and I thought it was a little unusual because m-mentors usually st-start with a t-territory tour o-or some hunting b-basics, but he...he started with battle, and then st-started s-saying some weird th-things.''
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"No. No cat was hurt." he blinked at Twilightstar. So Swanpaw didn't do as he asked. Why is he surprised. "I sent Swanpaw back to camp and went to distract them. They saw me but they didn't follow." Who knows why twolegs do what they do. "They took the string, rested it against the grass and then picked it up again."
The grey tom flattened his ears against his head. "They were just.. looking around. They're probably scaring off prey."
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Vinesmoke
11 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke's eyes seemed to drift away, focusing on something far distant. “I don’t know what happened,” he said softly, his voice heavy with grief. “She’d been missing for a while. We thought she was just lost, maybe hurt. We searched everywhere. But when I found her…” He swallowed hard. “She was lying there, cold. No sign of injury, no scratches, nothing that could explain it.” “I think it was the prey,” Vinesmoke said, his voice thick with sorrow. “When I found her, she’d eaten something. Something that made her sick. There was nothing else around—no signs of a fight or a struggle. Just her, lying there, so still. She wasn’t even conscious when I found her.”
Nuh-uh! “Not allowed!” she giggled and bound up to her mother, playfully pouncing on the older she. RaccoonKit had a giddy, light-hearted expression on her face, because she was with her favorite cat of course! “Blah- sorry for missing my ceremony mama…” she apologized sincerely, but she was still a happy, silly kitten. “I have a question…”
Re: WindClan Leader's Den
Re: WindClan Leader's Den
