WindClan Clearing

[Tallstar]

Vinesmoke
11 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke blinked, his tail flicking nervously as he took in Robinkit's blunt words. The older tom shifted on his paws, unsure how to respond, his voice coming out slightly jittery. "Uh, well... I guess, uh, I can see how spirits might seem boring sometimes," he stammered, shifting his weight from paw to paw. "But, y'know, they’re kind of important, right? For the Clan and everything…" He glanced at Ashcloud, then back to Robinkit, his nerves clearly getting the better of him. "I don’t think Ashcloud’s dumb, though. He just... he's got his own way of doing things."

@dino. @Fish

[iliri]

Magnoliapaw
medium-furred, small, snow-white albino with very pale, blind blue eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | windclan apprentice | 6 moons

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At first, Magnoliapaw had been loafing in the corner of the camp. Dustbunny hadn’t taken out training yet–in which she was perfectly fine with–and Magnoliapaw didn’t have anything particularly important to think about. All she was focused on was feeling the powdered snow beneath her sensitive paws, each individual toe digging into the white mass as it crunched beneath herself. Each individual frost-laced whisker trembled as the flogging winds of winter blasted against her face, digging into her skin and bleeding into her bones. To be fair, it wasn’t horrible, but it was uncomfortable at best. The corners of her lips curled into a smile as she felt the cold touch of a snowflake rest along her rose-pink nose, kissing it delicately as light as a moth’s wing. Both ears twitched happily as her unfocused gaze rested ahead of herself. The only thing she could imagine was how beautiful the world looked caked in the winter mass. Even if she couldn’t see, she could imagine it as clear as day: whalebone white snow decorated along the moor flooring, skies a gravel-gray as they spat out snowflakes, trees bare of leaves as their limbs clothed in frost. Her eyelids drifted shut, ears fully erect to listen to the wind’s sigh treading through skeletal branches that groaned under the weight of frozen sleeves. It carried with it the bitter scent of sap locked in ice, a sharp tang that bit at her nose.

The thought quickly drifted apart as a gurgled gasp escaped past her throat by the time she heard Twiightstar’s voice drift past her ears. What happened? Why did she sound… angry? Her snow-white fur prickled uneasily, claws plucking against the snow as she listened to it crunch and crackle with each individual pluck, a brittle layer that snapped like old bark before her weight. She felt it deeply, every grain of ice sharp as ground glass, it's cold burning the tender pads of her paws. It helped ease the unnerving anxiousness plucking at her system, but it didn’t keep it at bay as her nose detected a tang of copper interning with the stench of winter air. It carried just the tang that clung to her senses, it filled her mouth with the ghost of rust and copper though she hadn’t tasted it. It wasn’t just one scent, but many layered together: raw, hot life spilled where it shouldn’t be, mingling with the cold breath of winter and the sterile bite of snow. Just what exactly happened? A ragged exhale escaped her lips, vapor breath wafting past her muzzle as pale blue eyes locked on the group where the harrowing stench was coming from. She listened intently to Twilightstar’s words, slowly coming to an understanding from the explanation coming off her grizzled maw.

A rebellion occurred. With little knowledge of what a rebellion really was, to be fact, all that the albino could really assume was that it wasn’t something good. Or, to be more factually, never good at all if it had to involve nearly all the high ranks and the Furies. What had Twilightstar even done to deserve something as futile as a rebellion? She wasn’t even a bad leader, so what was this rebellion even for? Frost-laced whiskers twitched as her mind pondered the reasoning for such a thing other than spreading venom-laced lies. Perhaps he was just too snuck-up to see the fact that Twilightstar was anything but simply a good leader for them. Her tail-tip whisked against the snow, further listening in on the information that spewed out of her leader’s jaws. Apparently apprentices and warriors were involved within this as well, and the molly only found herself further questioning how such cats could be indulged in foolishness, especially with the fact that it was mainly apprentices who were involved with the incident and two warriors. Magnoliapaw made an internalized promise to herself that she wouldn’t become something like that, or even commit to something as foolish as that. The only thing she had in mind was maintaining her loyalty to WindClan at all costs.

The good news was that at least all the cats involved with the rebellion were rightfully exiled. Good riddance of that part, and it also explained the stench of blood that reeked off of them, or, rather Crowtooth. It wasn’t a stench that the albino could say that she was used to, or, at all, which made sense on her part since she never encountered a day where she had to deal with the stench. Unless you counted the bloody scrapes along the tender pads of her paws whenever she tripped over a pebble or twig on the outside of the nursery. The stench of blood was notable, but not to the point where it would cling to her fur the whole day. Just the thought made her paws twitch, her mind ignorant to the continuous burning sensation along her paws as she tried to pay her focus towards the topic at paw. Even with her lack of vision, she’ll make sure to keep a keen ‘eye’ out for if they were to cross her clan’s borders. She doubted it would be likely, as no one would be foolish enough to try stepping over the borders unless they were borderline asking for a death wish to get their pelts ripped off. She hastily drew her tongue across her dry lips, the moisture quickly vaporizing by the unforgiving cold air. Curiosity warped around her head as she wondered if anyone else was secretly involved with this said rebellion. Would they come out to admit their insidious crime of committing a foolish act?

Maybe they would, maybe they won’t. Truthfully, the only thing keeping her stable is knowing that time will tell. Twilightstar surely wasn’t going to be having any of it, and truthfully, Magnoliapaw understood her reasoning perfectly. Starting an unreasonable rebellion that could have been avoided at any time was something her clan didn’t need, or want in the slightest. She peered her unfocused eyes across the clearing, knowing full well she couldn’t see a thing but instinct drew her to commit. It wasn’t like she could help it, obviously. Twilightstar’s department from the Galewood didn’t attract her attention, other than the fact that the announcement of the uncalled for rebellion being stopped was the only thing worth mentioning in this mess. All the blind feline could hope for is that her leader wasn’t dreadfully harmed in that scenario. They don’t need an injured leader to make them appear weak to anyone else. Stifling a cold breath as she re-positioned herself, the albino snug her paws into the powdered mass to distract herself from the ongoing drama as both of her ears pressed against her head to indulge in warmth. Maybe she should go search for Dustbunny at some moment in time to grant herself some tunneling training if she wasn’t busy.

[closed; reaction post mainly to this o7]

[Diamondfur]

breezetail's ears purk up hearing something he was near the nursery and elder's den. then he relized that it was one of the elder's coughing.


"can an apprentice go check on the elders please." Breezetail calls across the clearing

[open for an apprentice please]

[Omari]

Originally Posted by Dolomedes

Frostpaw
|| He/him | WC Apprentice | ~5 moons |

Oh Seeds! The apprentice ( YES APPRENTICE ) trotted over to his sister. They were never as close, but that didn't mean they were distant. Just they weren't constantly near each other like Frostpaw and his copycat. Without much thought, the kitten merely tossed himself into tackling Seedkit, though he made sure to be gentler than he would've been with Jaggedpaw. For some reason, Cards ( Not Gnaw ) and Strawb was convinced that Seeds was a baby baby and therefore couldn't play as rough. And Frostpaw had enough of Cards scolding for a lifetime. After catching his sister's attention he would raise a single paw and tap on the side of his muzzle twice. Seeds The sign said though no one has yet to catch on his communication methods... or at the very least, not any of his self-made signs yet.

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

Suddenly, Seedling had been caught off balance, a weight being thrown at her side. She flopped over easily with a quiet, oof, practically allowing herself to be tackled by her brother. The tackle hadn’t necessarily frightened her, especially not when she had caught his familiar scent… Still, she didn’t like being tackled that much.

“Frost, what the heck?” She watched as his hand moved to touch his own muzzle, and she furrowed her brows in slight confusion. Although confused, she mimicked the action, tapping her own muzzle with the pad of her paw twice. “...What’s this mean?”