Open Backwritten Event WindClan The Leaving is Still the Same ✪ Temporary Camp

[Dustystar Dustystar]

{$title} It appears the clan has been separated into small groups in the chaos! Please keep in mind that your character cannot be two places at once and should only reply to one camp thread to avoid confusion! Takes place the same night as the flood, October 5th

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentFor the second time this year, Dustystar is chased from her home. This time, It's not flames licking at her heels that cause her to flee, but a torrential downpour of water. The camp they had worked so hard to build together has been washed away in the rain.

indentWith their camp gone, they need to find somewhere else to seek shelter. Dustystar sets her jaw and does her best to ignore the rain as she leads a group of cats towards the canopy of trees. It's far from her first choice of respite, with potential enemies surrounding every side of the clearing. Still, she can't think of any place better to go.

indentDustystar hides under the branches of a low tree, gesturing for her clan to follow her. "We need to do a headcount. Who's here?" She knows they don't have everyone. There's not nearly enough cats here for that. She saw Goldenroar leading his own group of cats away, but they were headed the opposite direction, and Dustystar wasn't able to call out to them over the sound of the storm. She hopes they're okay, wherever they wound up.

indentSilver fur ripples as Dustystar shakes from the cold. Oh, how badly she wishes she was in her nest right now, safely hidden from the wind and rain. Or the Nursery, sharing warmth with huddled bodies.

indentThe Nursery. Dustystar trusts that Honeyflower has done everything in her power to make sure everyone got out okay. Whether or not she was successful, though... 'Starclan, if you're listening at all, please let them all be okay'

indent"We need to rest, but we can't let out guard down. Nutmegpurr, can you organize a schedule of cats to keep watch?" She's sure the Gale Guard is just as nervous as her. Meadowpaw isn't with them. Still, they need to keep themselves from falling apart. "In the meantime, we need to treat the sick and injured. Does anyone here know about medicine?"

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Swiftwatcher]

'Cause you are loved, you are loved more than you know
I hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so
Though your heart is far too young to realize
The unimaginable light you hold inside

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There was a certain tiredness that crept into his bones as Swiftwatcher followed after Dustystar, his steps heavy with the weight of the flood's aftermath. Two small bundles of fur were clutched close, Honeycombkit and Branchkit, his tail curved protectively around them. Lotuskit was nowhere to be found, and Bunnykit… he could only pray they were somewhere safe. StarClan, please. Not again. Not like this. The camp was in ruins, water still pooling in shallow places, the air thick with the scent of mud and fear. Every splash underpaw sent his heart racing, each sound a cruel reminder of how quickly everything could be lost. His daughter-in-law, his children… he had no word of them yet, and the ache of not knowing gnawed at his chest like hunger.

When Dustystar spoke her voice cutting through the fog of chaos, Swiftwatcher lifted his head, weary but listening. The mention of medicine caught his ear. He wasn't Dimmingsun, nor Meadowpaw, but moons of watching, of asking questions and paying attention, had left him with bits of knowledge that might matter now. Not enough to save the world, but maybe enough to save someone.

" Stay close to Gramps, kits... " he murmured softly, pressing his nose to Honeycombkit's damp head and giving Branchkit's ear a gentle lick. The warmth of their small bodies grounded him, gave him reason to keep steady. He turned his gaze to Dustystar, nodding once, fur slicked down, he looked half his usual size, a drenched shadow of the cat he'd been before the storm. " I know a bit of medicine. " he offered, his voice rough but steady. " If it helps, all paws help. "

And still, even as he spoke, his attention drifted back to the two kits huddled against him. He tried to dry them the best he could with his tail and chest and rasps of his tongue, though it did little good against the chill. Still, it was something. And for now, something had to be enough.




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[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit's little teeth chattered as she huddled close to Gramps, her eyes still casting around wildly for Momma and Lotus. Ma was here, but she looked so busy and tired and worried...

She'd spent the entire trip fighting the urge to be safe - the order from Momma and the protectiveness from Gramps - and the urge to go back and find her sister. They hadn't stayed behind looking for her. Branchkit could only hope that Momma had found her before she left. In the end, she'd stuck with Gramps and they'd followed Ma, and now the scent of wet bark and leaves overwhelmed her.

"Where's Momma?" she asked, fighting a sniffle. "And Lotus?" Her gaze fixed on Gramps, eyes wide and pathetic.

"We can go back and get them, right?"

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OOC: Tagging @Swiftwatcher

 

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indent"Thank you, Swiftwatcher." Dustystar regards the older tom, giving him a short nod. Afterwards, her eyes drift down, towards the kittens huddled at his paws. Branchkit and Honeycomb kit look cold, and afraid. Lowering her lead, she licks the cold water off of their fur. "Will you be able to look after the injured, and these little ones? We can find someone else to watch them." She'd offer to do it herself, but her duty towards her clan comes first and foremost. Dustystar can't help organize the camp with two kittens tucked beneath her.

indentSpeechStill, when Branchkit begins to sniffle and cry, Dustystar is quick to wrap her tail around the kitten."Honeyflower and Loutuskit probably found somewhere else to spend the night. You'll be able to see them tommorow, after we rest." Dustystar isn't quite so sure as she sounds. She keeps up a brave face, but the idea that the rest of Windclan might not have made it out weighs heavy on her mind.
"You should warm up, and get some sleep. That way, you'll be able to see her faster, alright?"

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Molewhisker Molewhisker]

——————— Does the wind feel a gladness at the work that it's done?

Molewhisker's already thin coat had been soaked to the bone, the thundering rain had stirred them awake and to their horror, the swirling mass of murky water that filtered from their camp made their stomachs churn. By the time they peered within, the place was a ghost town, not a soul in sight. They couldn't swim, so even if there was anyone left, they wouldn't be able to help.

So, instead, they wandered. A hollow feeling in their bones with the sickening familiarity of it all... Their paws led them to Fourtrees, a neutral ground, where they hoped there might be survivors. And, while they still were not particularly close with anyone, they were relieved to see Dustystar and a handful of other cats.

"Glad to see you escaped unscathed." It purred, warmly, assured to see the leader okay at the very least. "I looked over camp, it seemed everyone evacuated, though it seems they have retreated elsewhere." Molewhisker flicked their ear, looking to little Branchkit with a watery smile. "Once the water has receded, we can go looking for everyone. We just need to be patient."

Turning to Dustystar, giving her a reassuring smile, too. "I know a touch of medicine, little Meadowpaw expanded my knowledge as we tended to the herb garden." Molewhisker didn't settle, even having only just made it to Fourtrees. "I can go looking in the vicinity for anything useable; the flood water may have overwatered the herbs in our own territory; however, anything growing in our midsts here should have been spared from the brunt."

It was impossible to ignore the tragedy the clan had faced, but if that was all they focused on would result only in their extended suffering. It would be hard work, but through flood and flames, they would survive nonetheless.

——— I won't go making mountains

out of molehills anymore. ———

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  ✦—Windclan tunneller | 28 moons
  ✦—They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A soft-spoken, small, red and blue chimaera with overly long whiskers.
  #9D9D9D

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit sniffled and nodded as Dustystar and the unfamiliar cat both reassured her. Momma and Lotus would be fine, they were just a little late! Of course, because Momma had to get Lotus before she left the den. It all made sense, really.

"Okay," she mewed, not even trying to hide her yawn. "I'll go sleep. Then I'll see Momma and Lotus and everyone sooner. Thanks, Ma." Branchkit curled up into Dustystar's tail, letting the familiar scent ease her unsteady heart.

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[Sunnyspring]

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SUNNYSPRING

WINDCLAN

WARRIOR

SHE/HER

30 MOONS

DINGO

Every pawstep was damp and miserable. Her once long fluffy coat now plastered against skin and bone after having been thoroughly soaked from the torrential rains and the flooding that had washed WindClan out of camp entirely. Sunny hated to think of how much hard work had been simply washed away in just mere moments, how long it would take to rebuild everything... But they had done it before, they would do it again! Just after the rains had cleared first.

There was also now the matter of the clan being split up but she trusted that every cat was at least safe even if they weren't all together right now. Looking up to the sky as the group lead by Dustystar reached the four trees, the large molly wondered where her siblings had ended up. Goldy and Merry, had they both made it out okay? Neither had made it to this particular group. She hoped they were at least together. Goldy would look after Merry, Goldy had protected them when they were little and she didn't doubt that that was still the case now! And as for who would look after Goldy? Well her older brother wasn't a cat she ever saw as needing protection from others but he had clanmates now to help when it was needed.

Dustystar calls for a headcount and Sunnyspring finds herself trying to count the cats that were here as well, Molewhisker, Swiftwatcher with Honeycombkit and Branchkit too. The poor little scraps... Branchkit asking where the rest of her family was made the red molly's ears droop, though the others were quick to reassure her that they would reunite once the weather calmed down. "I can help watch 'em if ya'd like?" She'd offer, if Swiftwatcher was able to help the injured where she could not, then she could help watch the kits while he was busy, Dimmingsun and Meadowpaw weren't here right now so any paw that could help in medical assistance was needed, plus she wasn't really injured herself so she could help keep an eye on any kits who might want to wander off.

Despite the shivering she'd finally manage what felt like her first warm smile ever since the rains first started at seeing Branchkit curl up into the leader's tail in an attempt to sleep. Their warm nests back at camp were certainly missed. "I don' mind keepin' first watch, anythin' I can do to help out jus' name it!" She'd give her chest a few quick licks, hoping her usual fluff would spring back up again soon enough and help protect her from the cold.

Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all

A fluffy longhaired red tabby molly with low white and caramel eyes. Has a long white mohawk-like head of "hair" that goes all the way down the back of her head and joins up to her fluffy mane around the neck. Big girl! Though not quite as big as her big brother Goldy!

Sister to GOLDENROAR and MERRYSTALK
"speech" // "thoughts" // #bd3618

 

[wheatwhistle]

(★) he's with his granddaughter every pawstep of the way, despite the waves that lap at his haunches. the elderly tom is a steady presence within the torrent of rain and wind, and as he helps guide this group of stragglers to higher ground, he can't help but look back. shelterin' in a dip in the moor's come back to bite them, he supposes, though where else in the low shrubbery and grasses did starclan think they'd find respite? still, that place is flooded, and his old barn is burned to a crisp. he follows dustystar dutifully, generations of knowledge tellin' him she's the only real home he's got. a low growin' tree heralds relative safety, and the tomcat prays his legs take him the next few pawsteps. kittish voices ring out in displeasure, soft whimpers and whines from the youngest of them, but this is not all of the nursery dwellers. selfishly, the senior tom seeks branchkit's pelt, grateful at least to see his granddaughter's charge is safe. as dustystar turns to face the group, the ginger and white tom halts, shakin' water from his fur.

to her credit, his granddaughter takes the situation in her stride. her voice does not shake as she calms her subjects, puttin' together a plan to survive the night. wheatwhistle listens attentively, huddled near her, and his ears prick up at the mention of healing. "i'm no dimmin'sun or meadowpaw, but i can wrap a wound up 'aight," he rasps, dual-hued gaze flittin' to swiftwatcher, a steady warrior, and molewhisker, young but clever. "if you two're needin' help, don't hesitate t'ask," he tells them, before he eyes the kits, and sunnyspring who volunteers to watch them. "we'll need'ta lick the young'un's fur backwards - warms 'em up a bit. get'em off the dirt, onto some branches... or yer tail if you can spare it." despite the situation, whiskers still twitch at branchkit's makeshift nest in the curl of dustystar's tail. "dusty, m'heart, somecat should scout about us, jus' make sure it's safe to bed down. i know it's fourtrees, but still... i can take someone and do so, perhaps find a bit of prey for the lil ones?" it's always odd asking his kin for permission, but she does lead with grace and dignety. if there were anycat he'd want to guide them out of this situation, it'd be her.

DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE

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  WHEATWHISTLE ⏾ tags / toyhouse
  
  ⏾ cis tom (he / him) / bisexual, widower of CHICKEN
  ⏾ 107 moons old, ages realistically
  ⏾ warrior of windclan
  ⏾ sibling to ALDER
  ⏾ grandfather to DUSTYSTAR
  ⏾ mentoring NONE / mentored by none
  ⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.

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[Swiftwatcher]

'Cause you are loved, you are loved more than you know
I hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so
Though your heart is far too young to realize
The unimaginable light you hold inside

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Swiftwatcher's heart ached as he heard young Branchkit cry for Lotuskit and Honeyflower. They weren't here… Even though he had hoped, prayed, to see their faces in the crowd, there was no sign of them. But that didn't have to mean anything. They were strong. They'd be fine. They had to be fine. " Momma's okay. " he murmured softly, leaning down to press his nose against Branchkit's trembling head. " She's helping make sure Bunnykit and Lotuskit are safe, see? We couldn't carry all of you, so she's just somewhere else right now, keeping them out of the flood. She's safe, I promise. " His voice stayed steady even as his throat tightened with the lie he so desperately wanted to believe.

He lifted his head when Dustystar spoke, giving a solemn nod of agreement, his yellow eyes heavy but determined. " I'll look after the injured, see who needs help... Between the three of us-- " he pointed out, his eyes flitting to Molewhisker and Wheatwhistle for a moment. " We should manage. " His gaze swept to Sunnyspring as the molly offered her paws. " If you could keep an eye on the little ones, I'd be grateful... " he said, his tone warm despite the exhaustion pulling at his body. " As Wheatwhistle pointed out... They need to warm up.. " he uttered out before turning to look at Molewhisker. " Molewhisker, if you can, gather what herbs you can find nearby, anything for wounds or fever. Even cobwebs or marigold will do. "

A tired but fond smile tugged at his whiskers as he gently nudged Honeycombkit toward Sunnyspring, before glancing back at Dustystar with a soft twinkle in his eyes. " Branchkit's made you her bed, fearless leader. " he joked lightly, giving the leader a quick wink. " If you need your paws free, you can pass her to Sunnyspring, too. " Then he turned, straightening himself as much as his soaked, aching body would allow, and swept his gaze across the cats present, tired, frightened, hurt perhaps.... But alive. That was something. " If anyone's injured, come to me! " he called out, voice carrying even over the drizzle still pattering around them. " I'll look you over! "

Even as he spoke, the weariness weighed heavy in his chest, but he wouldn't let it show. Not yet. Not while the kits needed him, and the clan still had breath to fight another day.

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[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

Nutmeg would be absolutely lying if she said she didn't feel terror quite literally tearing her heart apart before her. Roostertuft and Meadowpaw, two cats beloved to her above all else, a friend, a sister... And not to mention the fact that she grapples with unwanted, unwarranted fuzzy feelings in her chest when she thinks of the former. Would it be horrible to wish that he had come with her, stuck to her side like glue? Drenched, utterly sopping wet, her fur bogs down, but she keeps up her pace alongside Dustystar, despite the fear, despite the stone in her throat that seems to never go away.

She's glad her clanmates can take charge, but she finally finds her breath when Dustystar asks her to help, to assemble patrols. She launches in to it.

"Whoever isn't injured, come see me and I will assign you both a role and when you're keeping watch." Nutmeg calls, assuming her own role of authority, before her eyes turn to Sunnyspring who had gladly offered herself up to help. "Sunnyspring, you're up first. Report back to me if theres anything out of the ordinary, please." theres still so much to do, so much to think about, so much to keep track of... Her head spins, but she stands tall.

GOOD NEWS FOR ANYONE ♡ WHO LOVES BAD NEWS

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  ( gale guard of windclan )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring pebblepaw
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw; reluctantly interested in roostertuft
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"