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POSTED ON: May 3, 2022 13:39:59 GMT 12
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moor-runner of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Tawnyowl exhaled, drifting her warm eyes across the scene in front of her. It was almost picturesque. The sun was out; the sky a soft blue, with large, fluffy clouds gliding slowly to the left. There was a heavy wind, lapping at her thick pelt. But she didn’t seem to notice or care. Her attention fixed on the clouds. She wondered what they looked like if anything at all. Blobs, leaves? She tipped her head gradually and narrowed her eyes. Maybe that one there almost, kind of looked like a rabbit? [break][break]
After a few moments of studying the clouds, she eventually frowned and pealed her green gaze away. An ear flicked, and the sound of paw-steps caught her attention. [break][break]
A familiar, strikingly handsome figure came into view. The warrior felt her heartbeat quicken. She rather enjoyed Nightstar’s presence and enjoyed even more so his company. A warm, welcoming purr came from the brown tabby. “Hello, Nightstar,” she said. [break][break]
The cinnamon colored tabby had a soft pink flower tucked into her fur, near her neck. Ever since she was a kit, Tawnyowl had been known to collect various flowers and decorate nests, or even herself. She didn’t overdo it, but just a sprinkle here or there. She waved her tail towards him in greeting, before shifting her soft green gaze to the rolling hills. She loved how uninform they were, how different. She loved sitting on them and watching the forest unfold around her - albeit, just for a minute. Tawnyowl didn't ever want to appear lazy.
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PLAYED BY
Voca
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POSTED ON: May 4, 2022 15:48:08 GMT 12
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all this stress had been a huge weight on the tom's shoulders but now, it felt like he could finally relax, if just a little bit. without a destination in mind, nightstar let his paws lead him wherever. he wasn't surprised when he ended up at the rolling hills. what did surprise him, though, was that he wasn't alone. he glanced over quickly at the sound of a female voice floating to him from nearby, letting out a slow breath when he recognized tawnyowl's form. "ah. good afternoon, tawnyowl." the molly was certainly an interesting presence, that was for sure. the tom slowly approached, before settling down next to her with a soft grunt. he really was getting old, wasn't he? "taking a bit of a breather?" the molly had always been hard-working and loyal, which was appreciated.
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POSTED ON: May 6, 2022 21:41:31 GMT 12
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moor-runner of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Tawnyowl had heard about the murderer; the one who had claimed Rabbitstar. There was a sense of relief that they now knew who was responsible for the crime, but there was also a sense of sickening dread. The molly responsible had been residing in ThunderClan, right under Tumblestar's nose. She had now been exiled - but, what kind of punishment was that? She was still out there, she could still kill again. And this time, what's if she tried to go for Nightstar? The very thought sent shivers down the cinnamon molly's spine. [break][break]
Tawnyowl had grown increasingly protective over Nightstar in the most recent sunrises. She had taken up any and all opportunities to be at the borders; she had to watch out for that white molly. She had to make sure she did not dare place her paws here. [break][break]
The brown she-cat felt a little bad for the dark leader. He had been through a lot in his time as leader. And now, perhaps the weight was off his shoulders. But, she still felt worried about Cranefeather. What was her objective for killing Rabbitstar in the first place? Was it purely random? Or was it targeted? So many questions buzzed around her mind, but there were no real answers to them. [break][break]
She shifted her warm, soft green eyes to the void as he sat down beside her. He grunted slightly as he sat down, and she imagined his body had began to ache and groan. She offered him a small smile. Despite his increasing age; he'd always be young and sprightly to her, and of course - as handsome as ever. "Just relaxing; processing the events of the past few sunrises too, I suppose... There's been a lot to take in," she said, exhaling. "How are you feeling?" The question was open-ended; she wasn't asking specifically about the Cranefeather incident, but just in general - how was he? So much had been happening, she hoped he was doing OK.
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PLAYED BY
Voca
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POSTED ON: May 9, 2022 13:18:02 GMT 12
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"it feels like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders." he rumbled with a flick of his tail. "at least i'm less stressed now that things are calming down. physically... well. i'm doing about as well as i can at this age." a soft huff of amusement left his lips. "i might need to think about retiring soon." though it was a half-joke, the thought had grown more insistent in his head in recent moons. he wondered how much longer he could handle the duties of leadership before his body found it too taxing.
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POSTED ON: May 17, 2022 21:20:21 GMT 12
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moor-runner of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Tumblestar was certainly a different leader to ThunderClan's former. Firestar had started off as a socialable, decent leader - or so everyone thought....But, as time went on, he became more demanding, controlling, cocky and authoritative. It was almost as though he viewed the other clans as beneath him, with he as their overarching leader. His passing had been a blessing for the four. But, many held their breaths as to what his deputy would be like in his place. Tumblestar had seemed quiet, but; now, she was starting to reveal small snippets of her personality. Perhaps she wasn't as bad as Firestar. But, that was still a low bar. [break][break]
She let the tension fall from her shoulders, taking a slow breath in. She nodded as he spoke, understandingly. Rabbitstar's death had shocked the clan. Nightstar had been named leader, however, it was almost as though he hadn't expected to be named. She valued him; he was respectable and more than capable of doing the job. But, she knew the stresses of finding his predecessor killer had been weighing on him. It weighed on them all; it was like there was this shadow of uncertainty hovering over them... "I agree - it is nice finally having that closure, and now - we can better protect our warriors." [break][break]
A flash of worry darted through the molly's eyes as Nightstar teased about retiring. She knew he was getting older. He was definitely not as young as he used to be. But, the clans had known many leaders who had lived for a long, long time. She didn't really want the dark, inky male to retire. While she liked Fawnheart; she felt troubled by the deputy's young age. She pushed at him very gently with her fluffy tabby paw, "You? Retire? Oh, no Nightstar - you have a lot left in you before you consider down that path. Surely?"
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PLAYED BY
Voca
SEXUALITY
Biromantic Asexual
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POSTED ON: May 20, 2022 13:45:45 GMT 12
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yet here he was, with the name and title of a leader and even nine lives to show for it. he remembered the ceremony, seeing not only his old friends and family, but also rabbitstar herself. he was pretty sure he'd become a slightly different tom after such an ethereal experience. he's jolted out of his thoughts by a soft nudge from the molly by his side, and in response he offered a short, sharp laugh. "of course. i'm not ready to give up just yet." he wasn't young anymore, but he didn't feel ready to retire yet. likely wouldn't for another good handful of moons. "besides, i don't think fawnheart's ready to take on the responsibility yet, either. it's much too early to push such responsibilities on her shoulders."[break][break]
fawnheart was young, which was a good thing. she was young, energetic, and charismatic. he was certain that by the time he finally retired, once he could no longer keep up with the duties required of a leader, or if he ended up dying beforehand, that she'd be ready to follow in his pawsteps. hopefully, that wouldn't happen for a good long while, though. "even so... never would i have expected to find myself in a position such as this. life really is full of surprises, isn't it?"
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POSTED ON: Jun 1, 2022 20:40:28 GMT 12
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moor-runner of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Tawnyowl was not oblivious to the challenges in WindClan. She knew that Harelight had been having a bit of a crisis with his faith after Rabbitstar's death. The tom was grieving hard, and she couldn't blame him. She hadn't really lost anyone like that; surprisingly. The only one she had really lost was her former mentor - Onestar. His passing had been extremely hard, but the tom had lived a very long and plentiful life. Tawnyowl's parents were retired now, nestled up in the elder's den. Sickness had managed to sweep past them. They almost seemed invincible. But, she knew, eventually, the time would come where she was met with loss and death. She dreaded the day. [break][break]
She seemed to have stirred Nightstar from his thoughts with her gentle nudge. He responded with a sharp laugh and Tawnyowl felt a wave of relief wash over her in the form of a smile. Nightstar was a good leader; even if he was one of the oldest. He had wisdom beyond his moons and WindClan was growing and developing well under his rule. "Good," she meowed. [break][break]
She was surprised to hear the comment regarding Fawnheart and her youth. But, as she pondered his words; she realized he was right. Fawnheart was still a young molly, but she seemed to be spending a lot of time with Stormwhisper. Not that it was a bad thing; of course, but she had been focused on him, rather than on Rabbitstar's death and undercovering her murderer. Certain traits needed honing and sharpening, and with Nightstar's guide, she would make a good leader in due time. "With your aid, I know she will be a capable leader for WindClan and it's future generations when it is time," she said with a confident nod. [break][break]
It was funny how right he was. Life really was full of surprises. It was nice in some ways; keeping one actively on their paws. But, sometimes stability and predictability may be nice too. "It sure is," she said, exhaling slowly. While Nightstar had never envisioned to be leader; she had expected to be a mother to a horde of kits by now, a mate at her side. But, none of those things were true. "I'm surprised my parents actually gave up finding me a match...A blessing, really. Although I have nothing against it, I have enjoyed being able to focus on my career. But, as you said - life is full of surprises.."
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PLAYED BY
Voca
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Biromantic Asexual
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POSTED ON: Jun 4, 2022 12:24:44 GMT 12
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the thought lay heavy in his mind, and it felt like a storm was whirling around in his heart as uncertainty, grief, and even anxiety mixed together into an unpleasant sensation. but then tawnyowl's soft voice pierced through his brief haze, and as he focused on her words, he hummed softly. "i suppose that is good. i never imagined finding love at all, myself. i was content to focus solely on my duties. but there was something about lightblossom that... drew me in, i suppose." several of the families in windclan were focused on raising pure-blood windclanners. he was content to leave them be. although the idea of being assigned a mate, from a young age especially, did feel a bit odd to him. he didn't particularly care to interfere, though.[break][break]
"when she died... it really did feel like a part of myself had died with her." nightstar wasn't really sure what it was about tawnyowl, but he felt like he could... truly be open and honest with her. it was such a strange and almost foreign feeling, one that he hadn't felt in a long time. he was quite honestly, baffled and mystified by it. but he supposed it was a good thing. tawnyowl was someone he felt like he could completely and truly rely on, no matter what. she wouldn't judge him for showing weakness or vulnerability, when he loathed to do so in the first place.
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POSTED ON: Jun 15, 2022 9:00:28 GMT 12
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Tawnyowl had known that Nightstar had a former mate. [break][break]
The two had been the cutest pair within WindClan at one point. She had not paid much attention to him back then though; to her, he was just another warrior trying to live his life. She had her own troubles back then. She was paired with Smallclaw; a handsomely striking tom, but with the sourest of personalities. She was glad that she hadn't settled down with him. But, the opportunity to become a mother had never come up again. Tawnyowl hoped that some day, it still may happen despite her increasing age. [break][break]
She listened as the tom spoke about his former mate and how he had never expected to fall for her. But, she drew him in. Tawnyowl couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth spread through her body. They had the love story that almost every molly dreamed of, really. "Love has a funny way of sneaking up on us," she said with a small laugh. [break][break]
The drought that had swept through the clans had left a path of destruction. So many cats perished due to lack of hydration. Many of Tawnyowl's comrades had fallen. Many of her peers. Lightblossom had been one of those to perish. And it had been hard to watch as Nightstar, formerly then known as Nightwolf, retreated into a hard shell. As he began to talk of her passing, the warrior's ears immediately fell and lay flat against her head. Her smile disappeared entirely. [break][break]
She felt terrible for Nightstar. She had surprisingly never left the loss of someone she really loved. Loosing a mate, and kits too; the concepts were so hard to stomach. Nightstar had been so strong for managing to get through those tough challenges, even if he had bottled his emotions until now. She appreciated his honesty and his openness. She had never seen him like this before, but she loved that he trusted her so much. It was true though; Tawnyowl would never judge the dark pelted leader, she would never turn against him. She would challenge him if he were being a mousebrain, but that would only be because of how deeply she cared. "I can only imagine how tough that was, Nightstar," she said as she exhaled slowly, almost as if she felt his pain for him. "You have been so strong to keep your head up...You know, I wasn't close with Lightblossom...But, I feel like if she saw you now - how far you have come, what you have accomplished...I imagine her heart would swell with such pride."
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PLAYED BY
Voca
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Biromantic Asexual
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POSTED ON: Jun 20, 2022 10:45:35 GMT 12
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slowly, nightstar opened his eyes again and gave a slow nod. "... you're probably right about that." he grumbled, staring off into the distance for a moment. he could only imagine the pride and excitement in lightblossom's gaze if she'd been here when he'd been named deputy, and then leader... seeing her again during his nine lives ceremony had left him rather flustered afterward, even if it hadn't showed outwardly. but it was good to know that she was still watching over him from starclan.[break][break]
slowly, the leader got to his paws. "i suppose i should get back to my duties. will you be staying out here a little while longer?"
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POSTED ON: Jun 22, 2022 14:23:26 GMT 12
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moor-runner of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
The warrior let her soft green gaze focus on the leader. It was so easy to talk to Nightstar; it really was. But, then again, it was rare for Tawnyowl to find someone she didn't get along with. Most cats, she got along with - she boosted an outgoing, friendly personality, that made connections come naturally. She could be bossy and stubborn, but it was generally only over matters that truly resonated in her heart. [break][break]
The tabby lifted her gaze now to the sky. She imagined the molly up above, watching her former mate with pride. If it were her in Lightblossom's position, she knew she'd feel nothing but warmth, pride and such love for Nightstar. She exhaled slowly, shifting her eyes back to the scenery in front of her. She watched as leaves skipped across the long grass, blowing in the wind. [break][break]
The she-cat looked up to Nightstar as he got back up. She had enjoyed their little chat, even if it had been a bit brief. "I think I will," she said with a nod, "Maybe we can share a hare later tonight?" she proposed, "When you finish your duties." Tawnyowl had some duties to get back to, but she wanted to watch the wind blow the leaves a little longer; she wanted to relax in the hunting grounds before she went off for her border patrol. She knew that times like this were rare and hard to come by. Might as well make the most of it.
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