hit your hallelujah | joining
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✧ — " HE'S GONNA FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, THE NOBLE WAR "
Honeypaw was in a terrible mood - the hunger gnawing upon everyone bellies was driving him mad. Most of his few catches went to his little sister, and now there was a stranger intruding upon their border! Huffing, the blonde boy would trot over, his eyes narrowing briefly. Sighing, he'd put on a smile, though the wariness never left his gaze. "Hey! You're in Windclan Terrtory! Did'ya need something or-?" He'd ask, with a tip of his white-masked head.
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A gaunt figure, sharp-boned and thin, followed on after Honeypaw, her aureolin eyes fixated almost fearfully upon the stranger who had arrived at their territory. Frowning slightly, she padded on forward, ears twitching slightly. What would have spurred someone on to come to them in this famine? Who would possibly want to join here now? Breaths shallow, she studied the other quietly, dying to ask what had carried them here... though, she supposed they would explain. Curling her feathery tail around her paws, the medicine cat apprentice took a seat beside Honeypaw, offering nothing more than a gentle smile of greeting as her shyness stopped her from speaking out. She hoped their thin appearances would not deter this stranger if she did indeed come here to join.
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Seeing as how it obviously would’ve been a pretty neglectful move to let two apprentices-one of them being a medicine cat in training-go alone to investigate a potential enemy, Clawheart joined the two apprentices.
“A potential enemy..? You two should know not to go out alone like this, especially with the state that we’re in right now.”
He reminded the two of them, almost scolding in a way, due to how seemingly careless they were being. He walked up to them, and got in front of the two apprentices. He gave the stranger a suspicious glare.
”What brings a cat like you over to this territory? You better have a good reason for intruding here.” Clawheart asked the stranger, eyes narrowing. He was on his guard, all he was also willing to give this cat a chance to explain herself. He looked back at the two apprentices for a second, then fixated his glare on the stranger again.
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Out of nowhere came a stranger, and Crow retreated a step or two. Her ears flattened briefly, yellow eyes narrowing for a moment with visible discomfort. They were so thin, and they both seemed younger than she, but maybe that's because they were just small? Were all cats like this outside her birthplace? Maybe this wasn't the best idea.
"I'm lo-" she shut her trap as the red-pointed tom approached, expression settling into something far less friendly. Given the way he'd just spoken to her, she wasn't about to admit she'd been lost. Her jaw set, and her voice was far more guarded when she spoke next. "Noneya. What's a WindClan, anyway?"
HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, I DON'T GIVE A - ☆ ( crowpaw / windclan / tags )
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“Finish your first sentence.” Clawheart stated, baring his fangs at the rogue, but then he relaxed a bit.
“what an ignorant question,” He muttered out, still locked on to the rogue. “But if you must know, Windclan is one of the clans that live around here.” He informed her coldly, however even Clawheart could see that while the rogue was wary, she didn’t really seem like she was any threat to them. He began to lower his guard, although he still kept close to the apprentices. “What are you doing here, anyways?”
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"easy there, clawheart," he murmured as he padded up beside birdpaw, giving the she-cat a small smile. he tried to ignore how her hip bones jutted out and how her ribs shown through her black fur for the world to see. if he just ignored it, he could focus on the bright side. whatever the bright side was in their situation... it was hard to see, but it was there. it had to be there.
his seafoam eyes rested on the newcomer who had clawheart riled up; over what, boasong wasn't sure. the newcomer didn't seem like a threat. though, most cats don't seem like a threat to boasong when he first meets them unless they come baring their teeth and flexing their claws. "hello," he says with a dip of his head and an obviously forced smile; it was getting harder and harder to smile these days. for now, that was all that the medicine cat apprentice said. clawheart had already asked the necessary questions, albeit in an unnecessarily rude way. he just had to wait for her answer, and carry on from there.
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Brightshine appeared alongside Boasong, a smile just as forced as his resting on her maw. She had to stay happy. Happy, happy, happy. Although it was hard, when her body felt too tired to hunt, or to roam the land in general. Still, she forced herself to approach and strolled ahead, gently pushing Clawheart aside as she tried to blink weary yet friendly eyes at the stranger. "It's nice to meet you, my name is Brightshine! Please excuse my pal here, he must not have slept well last night." Her eyes shut light-heartedly and her tail curled over her back in a welcoming manner.
"speech."
I'll work real hard and do my best
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I’M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE MASTER OF WAR
Clawheart looked at the other two, a bit confused. “This is a rogue cat. What if she tried to attack one of us? How well would your casual and welcoming demeanour hold then??” He asked the small group stubbornly, however, he growled and looked away, accepting the fact that he was vastly outvoted when it comes to how to approach the situation.
Clawheart’s sharp, teal eyes then narrowed at the rogues. “Well, whatever then. My clan has suffered enough, so if you even raise a single claw to either of these cats, I will have your pelt.” Clawheart simply sat, tail curling around his legs as he raised a paw a starter cleaning it."Never forget your pride."
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boasong held back an eye roll at clawheart, all the while mentally scolding himself for even having the urge to do such a thing. be polite. clawheart surely only has windclan's best intentions in mind, he just needs to learn how to be more courteous about voicing his worries. it was proving difficult not to snap, however. maybe it was because he, too, had once been a loner- or a rogue, as clawheart liked to put it- in crow's place. maybe it was the stress of windclan's situation, the emptiness in his stomach, and the knowledge that all of his friends had the same emptiness in theirs. or maybe, it was both. whatever it is, it doesn't give you an excuse to be rude. treat everyone with kindness, boasong. the familiar mantra ran through his mind, his mother's soft warnings echoing in his ears.
"i'm sure that if she wanted to attack, she would've done so already," he answered as tactfully as he could muster, although his polite tone wavered ever so slightly. he was thankful when brightshine showed up, her name ringing true as she greeted the stranger with the friendliness he would expect from a clanmate and friend. taking a deep breath, boasong focused his attention elsewhere, away from clawheart, and onto brightshine's cheery words, birdpaw's warm presence, and the potential joiner that stood at their door. sure, she would be an extra mouth to feed- but she'd also be an extra set of paws to help catch prey.
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Clawheart’s tail lashed out in annoyance, as he closed his eyes, an annoyed look on his face. “Alright, fine damnit, you’ve made your point,” He grunted out at Boasong, looking at the amazingly patient warrior with an exasperated yet defeated expression. His tail now calming down and wrapping around his paws.
“All that’s left now, is to see what this rogue has to say for herself. I know these are desperate times, but are we really willing to accept a complete stranger...?” Clawheart mumbled and grumbled. This new cat was already annoying.
"Never forget your pride." — tags
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Crow rolled her eyes at the irritated tomcat, fixing him with an open look of disdain as he answered her question in the vaguest possible way. If I knew what a Clan was I wouldn't have asked, fluff-for-brains. Her ears flattened briefly, ready to snap back in the way he honestly deserved but she paused briefly at the arrival of another stranger with odd tabby markings; he seemed far less combative. Clawheart? Is that the rude one's name? Even less combative was the calico who followed, beaming and a breath of fresh air who introduced herself as Brightshine. These WindClanners sure had weird names.
She remained silent as they bickered, though the words between the Clan cats had a strangely team-like feel as if their words didn't have any genuine bite behind them while directed at each other. Weird, where she'd grown up the threat of claws and teeth in their words would have been very real.
"Call me Crow. I ... didn't expect to find other cats here." She finally meowed, tail flicking. She directed her words to the kinder tomcat and Brightshine, since they seemed to be less inclined to snap at her. "I don't know much about the Clans. Are there more of you?"
HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, I DON'T GIVE A - ☆ ( crowpaw / windclan / tags )
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Deciding to let Boasong handle Clawheart, she cast her medicine cat friend a light-hearted wink before stepping fully in front of the prickly warrior. "Nice to meet you, Crow!" Then, she would ask about the clans and, oh boy, had she come to the right place! Well, maybe not, given WindClan's current famine, but they still knew lots about everyone. "Oh, there's tons of them! Most live here in the forests, but there is a clan that lives in the concrete jungle. Oh, and the Tribe; they live up the mountain. Us WindClanners are the only ones to rule the moors," Brightshine would finish with a warm smile. Would she join them, given their current condition? She hoped so.
"speech."
I'll work real hard and do my best
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Letting out a little “Hmph”, but keeping his words in check, Clawheart simply watched on, deciding to sit with his wait wrapped around his paws. The tip of his tail twitched, he couldn’t help but be a ‘bit’ annoyed. His teal eyes, simply locking on to this Crow. Respecting the rest of the cats’’ wishes, he just licked his chest.
*Lets hope, that if this...stranger really does get accepted, she doesn’t end up as just another mouth to feed.* Clawheart thought to himself.
"Never forget your pride." — tags