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[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

the walk home feels lighter than the ominous walk through the long dark to find him. it was good fortune, an act of fate's carefully woven design, to see all of the leaders appeared under the same banner of stars to find these kits. they would be well cared for, with far more attention than they could ever stand to want. a jittery sense of excitement tickles in her toes, skimming over the dusty earth as they draw near to the ravine while the sun makes its lazy appearance on the horizon. all her drowsiness is forgotten in the sweep of nervousness, in the hopeful soaring of a rapidly beating heart.

"Good morning," the spotted cat says to the first pair of eyes that land on her returning patrol, with Boarpaw and Fogsight in tow... and... their newest member, a tiny blue tom kit. Juniperstar had made up her mind in the hours it had taken to walk home what his name would be, that she'd keep him safe, that Asterpaw would delight in having a baby to watch grow. he'd been that small once... full of sneezes and squeals of infant joys. her declaration is for those that gather in surprise around them- "We found him and his litter-mates abandoned at the Great Oaks... five of them. One kit has been distributed to each clan to ease the burden on resources as leaf-fall draws near and this..."

her gaze sweeps towards the child with a spark, "Is Hollykit." to be born in the same hollow as Fray had expended his last breaths... she would honor that family's legacy and what it meant for ThunderClan, its foundation. it's future.

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• hey my sillies, this would've taken place end of august, following the blursed finding thread!
  @Boarpaw @Fogsight @HOLLYKIT
• juniperstar
  leader of thunderclan
  seven lives remain
  

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

The apprentice felt unsettled returning home. A morning patrol was usually a pleasant way to start his day, but something simply didn't sit right. However, he still refused to show it. For the sake of Juniperstar and particularly for the little kitten. He gave a watery smile to the approaching cats, standing almost defensively over the tiny kitten.

For being so tiny, Boarpaw and Hollykit shared one thing in common: they were found and brought to Thunderclan without a parent in sight. But without his family. Boarpaw couldn't shake the sight of the five little writhing bodies, chosen one by one by the leaders like prey to be shared.

Frankly, it makes him sick. A nauseating feeling of fear that crawled up his spine, that if Dewshine and Copperstorm hadn't been the only ones to find him and his littermates on the Thunderpath? Well, they couldn't dream of being separated from the only family they had left.

Though only being an apprentice, he bit his tongue. With every step away from Fourtrees, did he regret it, kittens already burdened with loss were ripped apart. He had no idea if Juniperstar would tell Hollykit where he came from, who his family was. But regardless, he would protect the kitten. He already had a poor hand in life; the least the apprentice could do was protect them, just as he promised to protect Juniperstar.

For now, he remained the dutiful apprentice, even as his stomach turned knowing what had occurred at Fourtrees, smiling down at Hollykit with a stifled sorrow behind half-lidded eyes. Juniperstar seemed happy for once; he would play his part in ensuring that it continued.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

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  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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There was a time in his life– before Thunderclan had taken him in– when something like this would have bothered him. Mostly because back then, the colony he'd lived with hadn't been so kind to the youth they harbored. Then again, neither was the city they'd all lived in, ravaged by stray dog packs, and twolegs with vendettas. The forest was a much kinder place by comparison, particularly with Juniperstars bunch in control of it. Mercy seemed to bleed from these cats just as easily as loyalty, and so the sight of a kitten returning with the morning patrol wasn't exactly a surprise– not the kind you'd expect, at least.


While he didn't ask for details, his leader saw fit to share them anyway. Five kits, split up among the five clans. One more warrior for each, once they were grown and trained. He wasn't sure how to feel about that– moreso Shadowclan and Skyclan, than anything.

But still.

"That's one way to solve the problem." he said finally, no heat behind the words. Just a statement– flat and half-buried in the gravel of his voice.

It was likely a better alternative to giving any one group five potential warriors, and while it might make him cold for looking at it through that kind of lens, he found it the best way to ignore the fact that two of those kits would grow into minions of Hawkstar and Sablestar.

"No trouble from anyone?" he asked, dark eyes flickering toward Boarpaws somewhat somber smile and their protective stance near the kit.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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[OWLBARK]

He had been... better recently about not attending Juniperstar's every motion. He had competent warriors and their leader's wounds from the beginning of this moon had healed very well. He assumed it was because of Serpentberry's ever present and gentle touch. Owlbark was not stupid, but he also didn't like to assume. The lingering scent of Sablestar had left the tabby's pelt and was very prominently replaced by the medicine cat's. It was truly none of his business.

It did lead him to ask himself, though, if the ShadowClan leader had scented that when Juniperstar found the tiny bundle of fur at her paws. Did he think of when him and Juniperstar divided their own kits between themselves? The pain he must have felt in that moment warmed Owlbark's chest. In a way, this kit was a sparkling omen to him. Another way they could surpass ShadowClan and bolster their position among the clans.

The deputy walked to the tiny thing and inhaled its scent. "He smells like... nothing. No mother was near?" Other kits that had been abandoned usually smelled of something or someone. ThunderClan scent was slowly creeping over Hollykit's fur, but behind it was a blank slate. Perfect blank slate to raise into another strong warrior. He would be weened by leafbare, he guessed. Ideally, he stayed the only kitten to feed in the cold months.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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  ☾ OWLBARK
  ☾ THUNDERCLAN DEPUTY
  ☾ 58 moons, ages every 1st of the month
  ☾ open to peaceful interactions
  ☾ "SPEECH #687A63"
  ☾ penned by muddly

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[serpentberry serpentberry]

Acid green flies across camp when the brush shifts, the slow march of lost cats reintroducing themselves to ThunderClan appearing. Serpentberry had settled herself tautly at the mouth of Juniperstar's den, confused and perhaps a bit nervous on where the molly had gone. Did they truly need patrols this late, and with the leader no less? Fogsight could've toted along Magnoliapeak and a whole host of apprentices, and got the same threatening effect (which is to say, near none at all.) Yet as the anger dampens, it only dilutes itself in confusion and further frustration.

Hollykit. A new prize for her partner. She finds herself approaching the patrol and standing by Ghoststrike as the Storm Guard mutters his comment. Serpentberry cannot help replying with a similarly toned, "Truly gracious." Like Owlbark, she wonders how close Sablestar had gotten to Juniperstar, or if either of them felt as if they were reliving an old experience. She told Juni to take care of that, but whether or not her leader has... well, it's besides the point. She gets what she wants at the end of the day, which is a spot in Juniperstar's nest. A spot... that will soon be stolen by a little pale-pelted parasite.

"Hollykit is cute," she muses, though she can't care any less for the meaning behind the syllables. "Should we find a nursing caretaker for them?" And get them away from you, is all but said. Oh, to be jealous of an orphan.

 

[HOLLYKIT HOLLYKIT]

Nobody knows what I see
Nobody knows I'm waiting

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He had been lulled into a light sleep as they walked, only to be interrupted as his protector placed him on the ground and the kit let out a squeak of protest. What was happening? Where had his siblings gone? He was cold. He was hungry.

The newly named Hollykit lets out a wail of a mew, shrill and demanding to be heard over the adults talking around, and beknownst to him, about the tiny ball of fluff. When would there be milk? Why was it so cold and...open wherever this was? Questions and demands that for now seemed to be no answer for.

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✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A thin and lanky blue-eyed, sepia tom who looks like he could be blown over by a faint breeze
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