Open Backwritten WindClan Angels are Laughing Down ✪ 6/25 meeting

[Dustystar Dustystar]

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✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentWith a heavy heart and unsteady paws, Dustystar pads her way back into camp. The air around her is suffocating, casting a depressive miasma upon the gathered cats. Avoiding eye contact with her clanmates, Dustystar wordlessly makes her way atop the Tallrock.

indent"Windclan." She calls. "I've got some startling news." From her position above her clanmates, the nasty wound on her neck is clearly visible to them. A deep, clean line runs from her throat, just below her chin, to where her right ear meets her head. The mark is crusted over with scabbing and dried blood that must be several hours old - though, her neck was clean when she left camp just a while ago, for patrol. "While patrolling, today, I was targeted by a strange cat - whether it was a warrior or not, I don't know. I couldn't get a good look at their face..." Her stoic face screws up in thought. The identity of the attacker still evaded her, despite circling it in her mind the entire walk back to camp. "Whoever they were, they struck quickly and efficiently. Within moments of being attacked, I was dead." A deep, shaky breath leaves her chest. "It's only by... the power of Starclan, that I'm still here."

indentGrey fur bristles, swaying in the warm breeze. "We don't know who this cat is, where they are now, or what their plans are. We need to be on high alert, or we'll be caught off guard again." An intense gaze turns upon her clanmates. "Until we figure this out, apprentices aren't leaving the camp. Not without their mentor. Granted, I know you don't all have mentors-" her gaze shifts to Gorsepaw and Scorchpaw, "So you'll have to ask another warrior to accompany you. I trust the clan as a whole will continue seeing to your education."

indent"On that topic. Peonypaw." She calls forth the little tomcat. "Due to... certain circumstances, I understand you've been falling behind with your training." After his part in causing the fire was revealed, many cats had begun to ostracize Peonypaw. Warriors were unwilling to lend him a paw in learning how to hunt and fight. Those who were willing were busy with their own apprentices, more often than not. "With that in mind, and with the danger we may find ourself in, I've decided to mentor you myself, Peonypaw. I hope it makes up for what you've lacked until then." Guiltily, Dustystar admits that she, too, was apprehensive of him after the truth came out. But leaving Peonypaw cold and alone wasn't likely to help him learn. No, he needed a stern paw to bring him to par. Dustystar vows to become that cat herself.

- @PEONYPAW -​

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Cricketkit Cricketkit]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

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Cricketkit had been sitting near the edge of the gathered crowd, curled up tight with her tail tucked close to her chest, her eye wide and full of quiet worry as Dustystar climbed the Tallrock. She always thought Dustystar was strong, strong like windstorms and brambles and tall grass that never bent... But now there was a wound on her throat. A real one. It looked like a fox had tried to carve her away from StarClan. And… she died. Cricketkit's heart thudded in her tiny chest. Died. That word echoed in her head like thunder in the gorge.

The moment she heard it, she couldn't help it, she shuffled closer to Meadowpaw, pressing herself tightly against her sister's side. She didn't say anything at first. She just sat there, staring up at Dustystar with trembling whiskers and a nervous twitch in her ears. Then she whispered, so only Meadowpaw could hear. " D'you think my shinies will help now? Like… more than before? " Her voice wavered, hopeful but unsure. " Maybe if I put them around the dens again… StarClan will see them better. Like stars on the ground. Maybe they'll keep everyone extra safe if I ask. "

She swallowed hard and looked around, eye flitting from one warrior to another, from Peonypaw, who she offered a soft look of sympathy, to the camp walls beyond. Somewhere out there, someone hurt their leader. Hurt Dustystar. Her ears lowered. " I'll put more shinies out. Even the very sparkly ones I was saving. " She blinked up at Meadowpaw, trying hard to be brave. " I'll ask the shinies to watch over you. And Cloverpaw. And mama. And... and even Dustystar. "

Then, softer, she added to this. " I don't want anyone else to go where mama and papa went. " She tucked her head against Meadowpaw's shoulder after that, quiet and thoughtful, one tiny paw brushing the ground as if already imagining where to place the next protective shiny.

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[MAREMANE]

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Maremane, usually one to avoid meetings, had reserved a front-row seat to this one. After all, it was an unusual time, and as her eyes widened against the sight of Dustystar's nasty wound, she felt less inclined to dart as she would any other time. Something told her she wouldn't be assigned another apprentice, or given duties she didn't want this meeting.

Murder was announced, a breath of rolling, shuddering wind... Dustystar then proceeded to assign herself to Peonypaw. Maremane's pelt prickled, barely able to register the assignment as her claws dug into the ground. So grave, and so fast had the news came to them. Her upper lip twitched, shoulders heavy. A paw fidgeted the grass beneath it -- she wanted to lift it and scrub it against the gash that split Dustystar, as if she could wipe it off with enough force. Resurrection was still unbelievable. She couldn't deny it fully, though... The cut was a surefire deadly one.

The idea that it was a warrior of another Clan haunted her. Naturally, Maremane's mind wandered to the oaks, where light was only dappled. So quick to unsheathe claws and draw blood. An older Clan who surely knew Dustystar would revive if slaughtered.

It had to be a display meant to terrify them. Maremane relaxed her tensed form, slacking her scowl into neutrality.

She knew enough to realize accusations in a crowd led to frenzy. Her eyes grew dark as her tail lashed, waiting for the meeting to adjourn, her paws already leading a phantom path to the leader's den.