Open Territory WindClan PTOLEMAEA — joining

This thread takes place outside the clan's camp in its territory.

JUSTICEPAW

DIE YOUR DAUGHTER
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The prairie howled, and Justice would have considered it a callous welcome if she felt herself deserving of such grand entrances. The wind danced upon a shorthaired pelt, like a pirouette of whips and lashes against her flank. Like the rest of the outside world thus far, it was hostile, turning up its head at her presence.

A lone black tabby wove through the swaying wildgrasses, which bobbed with some unknowably-droning rhythm. The surroundings before the nomad extended endlessly into the horizon itself, a monotony so unlike where she once lay her claim to. If this would be where she would live out the rest of her life from now on, would she be driven mad by the utter soullessness of the moorlands that housed her fatigued figure? (Better yet, would she be able to scout for insects within the baying breezes and the open surfaces?) Dim twilight basked upon the stilled fields, with only the dying light of sunfall to guide her wayward path, like some phantom of the once-valiant day. She would have come earlier, but as a rogue who violently ripped herself away from a cushioned life of royalty, the luxury of delayed meetings could not be afforded to her. She wouldn't last much longer out here, anyways, and soon solitude became a solipsistic blade unto her frailty. Pawpads ached with many nights of traveling, and she had just been about to give up, for her prospects seemed more grim than the chance that her family would ever repair itself. Even as her eyes struggled to stay awake, and footfall faltered at each motion, she still had to try. She hadn't much else but the stupidly-childish notion that she could see them again, after all.

Wheat-tinged scent filtered into her nostrils, and Justice suddenly stopped in her tracks. Thin spools of word-of-mouth from other loners led her here, and it surely would be where destiny would want her to be. She just hoped that this wasn't a mistake, and she had undertaken this whole journey for nothing. "Hello...? My name is Justice. I'm, um, looking for my family." The young girl called out into the darkened abyss, and it did not answer her at first. Fictitious eyebrows furrowed upon an angular countenance, and she willed herself to remain in the same position, as if whoever resided her would be able to see her more clearly. Her family was all that she had left, and without them, she felt as if her entire sense of self had been scooped out of her to leave naught but a yawning chasm. As a traitorous breed (in the eyes of her only kingdom), the pressure mounted onto Justice's delicate shoulders, a grotesque beast of burden both deigned and exalted. The molly had been too scared, at first, and too fearful to traipse beyond what she knew. Now, she felt that she hadn't the choice - it was either leave or bathe in the sallow sink of her own pooling regrets. So, against everything, she defied her kingdom.

  • OOC:
  • JUSTICEPAW & SHE/THEY & 11 MOONS
    —— Apprentice of Windclan / Sister to Charitypaw and Temperancepaw
    —— An average-sized, skinny black tabby with dull olive eyes. With mannerisms similar to a rabbit, Justicepaw slinks and sulks through the world that hosts her.
    —— Timid and anxious, Justicepaw rarely speaks up unless it is needed of her. The closest way to get to her heart is to indulge in her everlasting love for bugs.
    —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 
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"Who is your family?" Maremane countered the slight jolt that had run through her at hearing another voice in the fields. Her pelt prickled, duties of protecting their borders nipping at her heels. She couldn't scare off a cat simply looking for relatives, though...

Shouldering past the grasses, she squinted at Justice, trying to place if they were familiar. A cat who had maybe been here before the barn's destruction, or similar in appearance to any current clanmate.

She had discovered early on, and more thoroughly in WindClan's formation, that the webs of families inside the prairie were more extensive than she thought. For all she knew, she and Tinytail could be distantly connected to one of them -- she only hoped their bloodlines led to cats who were not annoying, or god forbid, ThunderClanners. It was an easy time and she was beholden to no scorched graves, but it meant she had only one sister to lose.

"We have cats from many different places," she explained. The barn had been a mix of cats from everywhere, generational residents to newcomers tempted by warm hay and easy mice. Her pupils glowed in the dim light, and she tilted her head. "If you can describe them..."


 

SASSAFRASCHILL, 31 moons / windclan moor-runner
a pale blue tabby with scraggly fur and a large shoulder scar
sister to honey, mate and parent to none
a scrappy cowboy who feels he has something to prove. stupidly stubborn with hotheaded tendencies.
Tagging person here

The scent of gumweed and poppies clung heavy to Sassafaschill's pelt from the long evening spent stalking through the range. His pupils narrowed between icy sights, limbs moving quieter than the breeze. His focus never strayed from the flashes of dusty pelts in the clouds of dust- packrats scrounging between the weeds. The cricketsong was nothing more than a distant buzz as he prepared his strike, crouching beneath the stalks and leaping forth. A squeak sounds from beneath his paws while a stampede of tiny paws disperse from around him. Sassafras does not waste a single breath to finish the job, hardly past the haze of adrenaline when he can hear another cat across the field.

The pale tabby knew he had not gone out alone tonight, and it gave small relief to hear Maremane's voice in counter. The packrat is tucked beneath the cover of a bushy broomweed before joining the molly. "Hmph." How many long lost cousins must 'WindClan' meet? At the very least this one doesn't appear associated with ShadowClan.

"Maybe this one'll be yours, Louie." He mewed dryly.

 
Truthfully, the wind had become something almost comforting to Goldenroar's ears. Goldy didn't mind the way it chattered to him, sighing as if the dirt beneath their paws was sighing. It was.. clean smelling here, no scent of manure on the wind- almost salty, if the water from the gorge had anything to say about it from time to time. It wasn't as bleak as it first appeared, but the lack of cover was truly unnerving sometimes. He worried that the kits in camp would become a bird's next snack, but the caretakers normally had good enough eyes on them to chase that fear away.

A breath leaves him, paws stretching out in front of him briefly as the patrol continues. Night was beginning to yawn it's jaws wide open, stars spilling from it's guts and beginning to dusk the sky that had carried their eyesight until now. He'd likely call it soon, have them head back to camp, but the new voice cut nervously in the air. Goldenroar glanced once towards the other two patrol members nearby, his apprentice trailing somewhere behind him. He shakes that thought off, approaching who Maremane had begun to speak to. "Deep breathes, kiddo." Goldenroar speaks, his tone a hint friendlier then the other two warrior on this patrol. The way the young she-cat's body was held, it looked like she was about to bolt, a young filly with every urge to escape a twoleg's touch. It was... almost amusing. Almost.

"Do you have their names?" He asks, ignoring the dry comment from Sassafras at the moment. A description would be good, given the way that a lot of their names had been changed during the naming ceremonies, but maybe they hadn't. Aqua eyes shift to blink at Maremane, almost in disbelief of this situation, then back towards Justice expectantly.

  • "speech"
    // obligatory @Dandelionpaw tag
  • GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty nine 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 who / mentoring dandelionpaw
    older brother to merry
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

    mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)