Open Backwritten BUT TO WHAT END — trespasser?

[luckystrike]

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Wind whips over the moor, brushing through tall stalks of grass and flaxen locks of fur. Lucky stands alone on the hillside, back to the charred remains of the barn. Housefolk had come by now- though no housefolk she had ever known- to try and salvage the remains, but there were no cats here like the ones from the neighborhood had told her. She had heard tales too of feral cats who lived amongst the wilds; they made homes of the hillsides, forests, and marshes. Lucky had once cringed at the mere thought of living like that, away from constant food and a warm home, but circumstances had turned as cruel as the change of seasons.

Lucky narrows her eyes as she spots figures moving over the moorlands. Has she begun to hallucinate after having gone so long without a proper meal? One of the strays from the neighborhood had been kind enough to share a mouse with her, but it hadn't been much to hold her over on her journey here. She shakes her head once. Twice. But the figures in the distance are still there, and they seem to be drawing closer. She cannot stop herself from bristling, remembering the horror stories she's been told about the cats who live without housefolk. Lucky feels a lump forming in her throat when she realizes now she is a cat living without housefolk.

She straightens as they draw nearer, and finds that she is pleasantly surprised by their appearances. Cats with bright eyes and nice coats... For the most part, at least. "Hello..." she begins with a slow, meticulous timbre "I'm looking for someone. My name is Lucky." Perhaps these cats will be able to point her toward her brother or other littermates before running her off the moor.

OOC // tagging @GOLDENROAR since he's her littermate but no need to wait! also tagging @Merrystalk and @Sunnyspring as her younger siblings :) backwritten to before the scuffle between wind and sky

LUCKY

LONER (FUTURE WINDCLAN)
she / they
45 moons old, ages on the 15th.
npc x npc, littermate to Goldenroar
mentored by NONE, mentor to NONE

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by carat

 

[GOLDENROAR]

He isn't the immediate cats that greet a face that's long but faded from memory. He's fuller grown now, with broad shoulders and a grimmer expression then ever. He rounds up the patrol that's made it to the border first, carrying one of the last of the fattest mice from the fields in his jaw. Aqua eyes squinted at the figure that's bristling, standing stiffer at the Windclan patrol that's already approached, but he catches the words as he grows closer anyways. Goldenroar staggers for a moment, then he's tumbling forward, the mouse abandoned at another's paws.

Perhaps he comes off intimidating, standing before Lucky and staring at her. What he's really doing is taking stock of each and every muscle. If there's scars on her coat, if she's alright. His heart softens as he finds little flaw, finally, and so do his critical eyes, shifting to Lucky's face, finally. "Lucky. It's been so long." Goldenroar states, and he feels like just Goldy all over again. He's just her brother. He isn't the deputy of Windclan, with so much pressure on his shoulders to keep everything working. Patrols and injuries and new families and border scuffles. It was unfamiliar yet, and this is one thing that he could lean into for now. To relax for just a moment, to know that Lucky was alright.

"It's Goldy. My- well. My name now is Goldenroar." He speaks, eyes shifting to the rest of the patrol. "These are Windclan warriors and apprentices." He says, looking towards her. "I don't know that you'll understand yet, and that's okay." His head nods, warmly. It'll take time for her to adjust, I'm sure. Just like the rest of us. He thinks to himself, but he waits for a reaction, words, anything.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

• "speech"
  // app tag @Dandelionpaw
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty four moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by no one / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merrystalk and sunnyspring
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by laevatein ↛ laevatein_arx8 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by laevatein (yours truly!)

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

Cool air across the moors, the patrol had a small bounty of prey from their hunt. Something muted buzzed about Merry's mind as he walked in his brother's shadow, some distant ache that was far quieter than much else he had found hoisted into his thoughts. Though he didn't focus on that, rather trying to keep his attention on his environment, if any plump little rabbits dared to dart above ground, or perhaps a fowl of some sort, but he could only gather they had flown away for the cool season.

But his fixation on this hunt was dragged away as the patrol came to a stop, as did that muted buzzing in his mind. Merrystalk finally looked up, only for his expression to falter at an unfamiliar voice. His brother, a wall as always, blocked his view. The smaller tom padded around, and his gaze met that of another looming fluffy cat, not as dauntingly tall as Dimming, but she seemed... Familiar in some way?

Merry's expression fell from scrutiny to utter confusion as Goldy spoke up, with a familiarity too. The tortie's maw parted slightly, as if to talk or butt in, but the longer he soaked in the sight before him, the more confusion etched on his face. "Ya'.. Know this cat, Goldy?" He finally found his voice, standing at the side of the golden tom. This Lucky wasn't a cat from the barn, nor was she one ever mentioned before. He wouldn't let his apprehension show, though, instead giving a small smile to the stranger. "Are ya' okay, uh- Lucky? When'dya last eat?" Merry questioned, carefully. He wasn't ignorant of the exhaustion in her eyes, and while thick fur covered her pelt, it wasn't hard to tell a hungry cat from one well fed.

The tortie glanced at his brother, examining his expression for a heartbeat. There was no fury, no annoyance at the sight of this supposed not stranger, so, with a motion, an olive branch, Merry handed over his meagre catch from the day so far. "Here. I can catch more in the meanwhile, I usually end up feedin' any new faces 'round these parts." He chuckled slightly; it was a habit ever since finding Hollow so many moons ago, even before the clans. He was no good with words, but good food and reassurance that it wasn't water off their backs was his greeting at that point to any newcomers. And considering Goldy's reaction and Lucky's insistence on finding someone, there was an inkling she wasn't going anywhere.

Merry bit the inside of his cheek. Curiosity was a damned thing, but the bison in the camp was impossible to ignore. He stood back at Goldy's side and finally asked the obvious. "I gotta ask, how'd ya' know eachother? I've never heard ya' talk 'bout no Lucky from what I can remember." He desperately hoped he hadn't forgotten something; he'd curl up in embarrassment if so. But his memory of the barn was far more crisp than a lot of his memories in the moors, for better or for worse.

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MERRYSTALK He/Him, Windclan Gale Guard, 34 moons.
A lithe, tortoiseshell cat with green eyes and pelt speckled with rye grass.
mentored by none // mentoring Talonpaw
sibling to Goldenroar and Sunnyspring
NPC x NPC / parent to no one / mated to Harefoot
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION // EMPATHY DETECTION // ALETHIA DETECTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[luckystrike]

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Lucky stands rigidly. She's half expecting to be chased off by the vicious wild cats of the moors, but a cat with golden fur gallops forward instead. For a moment she stares at him, unsure if what she sees is the truth. Last time she had seen Goldy they had both been tiny puffs of fur. Could this really be her brother? She relaxes finally when he says her name, and Lucky moves to bump her head against his shoulder. "It's been forever," she agrees, eyes shimmering with relief and joy to have been reunited with her brother again at long last. "I thought I was never going to see you again...!" Her eyes round with wonder. Where would she even begin to catch up with him?

Before she even has a chance another cat, also flaxen-furred but not to such a brilliant degree as herself and Goldenroar, sidles up to greet her with polite uncertainty. "I'm okay, thank you," she intones politely, but after a small pause she sheepishly adds "I'm not much of a hunter in these winter months though." Then his statement about a lack of knowledge of her existence stings at her pelt like thorns. "He's my brother," she finds herself blinking at the other cat who has spoken after a long moment of wordless staring. Hurt constricts at her throat, but it isn't like she can blame Goldy either. It's been so long- years, in fact- since they had seen one another. "We're littermates," Lucky adds in a croaky murmur, and turns her gaze back to Goldenroar.

"Are you one of the wild cats who lives out here?" She asks with surprise edging her voice. What had happened to force her brother to live out here? She could have sworn that he had been meant to live with their old housefolk forever when she had been sent to live with hers. It doesn't matter, she decides. Whatever happened to them both was in the past now, and their individual paths had brought them back together. For that, she can be thankful enough. I'd heard from some of the farm cats that the cats who lived beyond the old barn were dangerous-" Lucky comments, a sour expression crossing her face "-But if you are among them, I assume they must have been mistaken."

OOC //

LUCKY

LONER (FUTURE WINDCLAN)
she / they
45 moons old, ages on the 15th.
npc x npc, littermate to Goldenroar
mentored by NONE, mentor to NONE

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by carat

 

[DIRGEFROST]

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"Siblings?" He supposes it shouldn't be too surprising, in Dirgefrost's mind Goldenroar wasn't exactly a lone wolf type. It's fortunate for Lucky then to know him, though he doubts many potential joiners would be turned away when they need all the paws they can get. It's hard though, more paws means more mouths to feed in tandem. "You'll need to brush up on your winter hunting skills then" he adds with a smile, bordering on polite but painfully flat in tone. It was a foolish mistake to add that she's not worth much in terms of practical skills, maybe she could be good with teamwork. At the end of the day this wasn't his call to make, so he was content in adding small remarks here and there.

Tail flicks against he tall grass, dampened by snow, idly. Gaze scrutinizing the thin cat in front of them, she seemed nice at least. Though there were plenty of nice cats in WindClan already. "I mean, we have some dangerous ones" he of course thinks to Sanctity, that was the obvious pick for this particular description. "A lot of us are softies though, your littermate included" with a chuckle he finds the shadows of the conversation to comfortably glide into. Not wanting to take up talking space in a littermates reunion anymore. There was no doubt in his mind that Lucky would be joining their ranks soon, so he could try and figure out her deal at a later date.

OOC //

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DIRGEFROST

TUNNELER OF WINDCLAN
he / they, male
45 moons old, ages on the 1st.
npc x npc, littermate to ashbird

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by ouijeejuice