Posts by Sootstorm

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]"I'm sure he is a great deputy, and I have no doubt about that." and if the deputy proved himself to be compatible, he was sure that he and Sootstorm could work towards providing a better future for WindClan. Which was first and foremost his intention, after having pulled all of WindClan behind him, which was proving to be difficult, but surely it'd all work out in the end. Another apprentice spoke, and Sootstar glanced at her curiously. She seemed to be smarter than the rest, if he was being honest, and was readily accepting his leadership on account of StarClan's words. He dipped his head to her in thanks, a small, but meaningful gesture. "After living in SkyClan for more than two years, I have more insight into them than you ever will. Unless you've been a SkyClanner? No? Then I suggest you stop acting as if you know everything, because, warrior, you don't. Especially my old clan. Now, if you're done acting like a whiny child who dares to doubt the will of StarClan, I'm going to get your medicine cat and we'll be going to the moonstone. And when I come back as your leader, you should hope on your one life that StarClan doesn't scorn you for your disrespect. Is that clear, or will I have to lean forward and shout it in your ears?" his voice was cool, and the leader turned from the irritant warrior immediately, turning his eyes on the kit that waddled forward instead, asking more questions. "One of the rouges had special claws forged from dog teeth; one fight against those, and anyone would die immediately, irregardless of their nine lives or not. Trust me, I've been to BloodClan as a spy for SkyClan before -- and I've fought against some, especially Sheograth. Fortunately for me, he doesn't live up to his reputation. Or, well, his predecessor's reputation, more like."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]"No. You have great warriors that will protect you, no matter their attitude towards me. And even though I have just met you all, I will also make sure to defend you with the nine lives I have, and promise to make an exceptional leader." he spoke the truth. No amount of spite from the WindClan cats would make him less of the great leader he was destined to become, and he was sure of it.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]"Just because I didn't answer your doubts doesn't mean that they're true. It simply means that I refuse to quarrel with someone that chooses to pick their fights unwisely. And for the record, I didn't call you mouse-brains, or imply it; don't put such foul words in my mouth when I have no use for them." his voice was still even and firm, and his eyes stared right back into Windpath's narrowed ones, unphased by her claims. If she wished to fight him, fine. He didn't exactly care, especially when his first thought centered on the fact that he'd easily squash her in battle. When the deputy came up, Sootstorm was momentarily confused, but he didn't say much else in terms of it. If anything, he had expected the male to fight him the most, but he just seemed distressed, and Sootstorm felt guilty, if it was even possible. "Any clan would be wise to doubt a stranger. And while I understand and empathize with your reluctance to accept me as leader, the best way to solve this situation is to accompany me to the moonstone, your own opinions aside. As a medicine cat, a messenger of StarClan, it is unwise to dismiss signs just because they have not been given to you alone." his voice had grown softer since seeing Maplefur's obvious distress, and the not usually kind tom would settle his voice into a more friendly tone, preferring not to return the medicine cat's steely demeanor. Then the young kits from the border began to speak, and he turned his surprise on them, once again miffed to be around such educated kits. There had been little in SkyClan, which caused the somewhat indifferent expression on his face to light up with a peculiar amusement. "At the very least, we seek some hospitality. We've lost.. so much," his expression abruptly changed to one of concern, and Sootstorm gazed at his mate, adjusting his position yet again to provide support instead of good intentions. In those moments, ones where he saw her wasted face and tired eyes filled with so much pain, he regretted getting exiled, taking her away from a place where they could've gotten helped and she would've been happier. This is my fault. Her depression, the loss of their kits, the death of the WindClan leader ... his fault. At a loss for words, he wanted to speak, to tell her sorry and that he hadn't wished for all of this to happen so quickly, but instead he settled for leaning down and pressing his cranium against her own, his muzzle nuzzling hers and staying there for the longest of seconds, bated breath and all. Maplefur's voice drifted past his ears, and Sootstorm barely was able to pay attention to him when he was so caught up in blame. Finally, though, his last words were heeded, and he nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her. "Thank you. She needs it." his voice was distant, and he paused, before leaning back into his mate and muttering, "They'll let you rest here, okay? I'll be with you soon, though. I promise. I just need to settle some things." his voice was warm and loving, and he looked at her like she was the light of his life, because now she was. With all of the people he had loved in SkyClan gone, she was the only one left, and he'd give her all of his heart if he could at this point.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]yooo anyone want threads with soot over here?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]Since his mate's own miscarriage, the tom had made sure to be particularly kind to the two newcomers, as Whitekit and Mallowkit reminded him -- albeit somewhat -- of he and his mate, if only partially. They were well-spoken and quite intelligent, after all; two things that had helped both Soot and Moth get along famously. So famously that he didn't blame her for the loss of her kits, didn't scorn her or hate her for it. Instead, he rather thought it was his fault. After all, stress during a pregnancy couldn't be good for the children, and he'd caused such stress by foolishly getting exiled. "While I respect your dedication for your family, if you wanted to convince them of your love, you should've done it moons ago. Those two will become fine WindClan warriors, however, and I'll make sure of it." since ThunderClan's hospitality for him and his mate, he was willing to ally himself with them, treat them with kindness where it maybe wasn't needed. The male would nod in the foreign warrior's direction, before saying, "But excuse me for my lack of introductions. I'm Sootstar, the leader here. I'd be willing to escort you out of the territory with my deputy, while Applepaw stays here and checks up on Mallowkit and Whitekit. Make sure they're okay and all."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]The ThunderClanners were persistent, he'd give them that. But even if he favored their leader, he wouldn't let them keep showing up on his clan's territory as if they were allowed there, because they weren't; especially when Butterflypaw was here, the same wretched she-cat who he had caught briefly in Raggedstar's reclaiming of ShadowClan. "Cardinalsong is right, of course. You're on WindClan territory, Butterflypaw, and I'd take care in speaking your next few words, unless you want me to visit Adderstar and ask her to refrain from sending all of you ThunderClanners here as if you're welcomed." his voice was firm, and his weary glance turned on the "apprentice", disgust written in every line of his hardened features. He wasn't able to deduct that the kittens he'd been favoring were hers, and such an announcement would be met with surprise. It was rather peculiar, after all; two intelligent kits coming from a daft mother was something of a bloody miracle.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]/sorry for the late reply!! uvu & I am going to make him a thread on that, but a private thread leading up to it sounds perfect!

The male let out a small, sad laugh at his mate's response. "As is expected," he replied, his voice warm and his eyes flickering with fondness. He was brought out of this sudden change in mood by Maplefur, and he turned his eyes back onto the WindClan deputy, respectfully dipping his head to the tom. "Thank you, Maplefur." the male would say, grateful for the deputy's support, however meager it may be; it was strange, still, but st least he was getting it. Then another warrior spoke, and she seemed eager to help, something that he disapproved of. A they acted as if he was going to attack both the medicine cat and the deputy in the span of a minute. He was strong and big, and no doubt could take the two smaller cats, but he had no plans to do so, if only to prove his leadership and loyalty to the others. "A whole patrol needn't come." he said, before twitching his whiskers in pleasure that Honeyheart had decided to go. It seemed this was going quite well, and he surely felt relieved.

After that was all said and done, he shook his fur slightly, releasing any slow that might've fallen on its long strands. WindClan was less sheltered than SkyClan, and thus more colder, which was a con of staying here, but it was worth thriving through if he was able to lead (where he rightfully beloved, and not watching on as a warrior from below). "I assume we should get going, then? It's morning, but the journey to the moonstone is long, and it's best to start it early so we can come back to camp in time --" his voice drifted off, overshadowed by the shouting of a kit. He frowned and looked for the smaller figure, before finding the small male stamping over to his side, and Applepaw glaring at him stubbornly from a distance. "These are unusual circumstances, so it calls for unusual preparations. It's fine, really."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]"The answer is no." his voice had grown cold, and the male looked at the apprentice as if she were hardly sane; she came here, asking for a pardon, and on top of that, to see the kits that she had so wrongfully abandoned? "To both questions, of course. I'm not pardoning you and I'm not showing you your kittens because your treatment of them and how you acted in the past. How dare you, coming here as if you have a right to them? A mother who barely pays them any attention to her kin is not a mother at all. She is a monster instead. Get out of my sight, Butterflypaw. If I or my cats see you on our territory again for whatever reason, we won't hesitate to tear you into pieces. If that is clear, turn around and leave immediately, without a word." his ears flattened against his head, and with a small dip of approval in Cardinalsong's direction as a well as a quick glance in Honey's, he turned away. "And if she isn't out by the time I start walking, feel free to chase her."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]"Stormgaze will lead the clan as he sees fit until I and the others return." Sootstorm answered, his eyes settling on Stormgaze, who who had just outright challenged him. His eyes dragged down to his fake leg. "No, I don't think you will." he said, before adding on a small, quick, "Because I won't be attacking anyone. What makes you ask such a strange question?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]"Those kits were the same kits that you neglected, abandoned, and left to the harshness of a world they cannot yet bear. With that abuse, coupled with your past actions, you are no longer their mother, just a monster that birthed them before feeding them to the wolves. And no, you will not come and take them, because you have no claim on them anymore. From here on, they are my kin, my children, and if I see you claiming them as your own again I will rip you limb from limb and feed you yourself. And we wouldn't want that, would we? So leave. Because of your troubles, I will be speaking to Adderstar and warning her of you. Leave. Now." his voice was a heated snarl, and the leader glared sharply at the ThunderClanner, before turning away with a flick of his tail.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]Sootstar felt heated, angry. The fact that Butterflypaw thought she had a claim on kits that she abandoned was senseless, especially when she had the guts to ask for a pardon as well. As if. Mounting the Tallrock, the WindClan leader looked beside himself with anger, his lips curled in disgust. "WindClan, gather for a short announcement." the leader called, his voice loud and somewhat angry. "ThunderClan warriors have come to our clan for days now, and one of their apprentices, commonly known as the ShadowClan exile Butterflysong, has asked for a pardon and her kits. We declined both, due to her neglegance as well as abuse and her being a no good murderer that supported Thornfang, a tyrant. If you see her sneaking into our territory again, she is to be attacked with no hesitance. With this being said, I'm going to travel to ThunderClan and speak with their leader Adderstar about the whole ordeal, and I'm asking for Honeyheart to join me, as well as Cardinalsong, if she wishes to. Maplefur, you're in charge while I'm gone."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]The rather large maine coon padded forward, stopping at the border at a respectful distance. No need to provoke the ThunderClanners, of course. He was here on business, business that had angered him so much earlier that he'd been yelling at the one who'd caused his mood to darken. With his medicine cat and a warrior by his side, Sootstar willed the fur on him to lay flat, if only because the ThunderClanners had helped he and his mate prior with her miscarriage. "I'm Sootstar, leader of WindClan, here with my medicine cat Honeyheart and my esteemed warrior Cardinalsong. I'm here to discuss things privately with your leader Adderstar." his voice was firm but not rude, and he dipped his head in advance, his yellow eyes showing signs of comfort in the forested territory. After all, it was where he had grown up. Where he fought most confidently on. Without it, although he could adjust, he could not promise a remaining homesickness.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]Sootstar followed Spottedpaw with a nod of his head, noting her ability to carry out tasks; and when they came to camp and were greeted by Adderstar, who spoke of promoting the apprentice, he couldn't help but give a small smile, pleased. She deserved it, from what he observed in their short time together. Even if that time was an escort. Ignoring Butterflypaw pointedly, he'd turn his smile onto Adderstar. "It appears so. Perhaps we should go to your den, discuss things there? So we don't have anymore interruptions, of course." his voice was considerably friendly, and his whiskers twitched. This was going smoothly so far, thank StarClan.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]The maine coon would follow her, letting his eyes scan the camp briefly. It was held together nicely, and he so wished to lay among the trees instead of the stars where the WindClanners nested. Oh well. Everyone made sacrifices, and this was his own, along with some other minor things. "... now tell me, what brings you here?" "Two of your members have visited me in the span of a few days," he began, his voice calm despite the angry anxiety that leaped to and fro in his stomach. "one of them was Butterflypaw, and the other, Squirreltail. They both came seeking two kits that had been living in our territory for most of their lives, as they were apparently birthed by Butterflypaw and nieces to the other warrior. Both of them are smart young dames and both have denied coming to ThunderClan to live, and the reason why is because Butterflypaw abandoned them, and treated them unkindly, rarely giving them food so they have had to fend for each other alone. This kind of abuse coupled with her past actions are unforgivable, so we refused to give them back and also denied her pardon."

"Now, when I told this to her, she was disrespectful and lashed out at me, threatening to get them back as if she had a claim on them after being so horrible. So I told her to get off my territory, and never show up again unless she wanted to be attacked by my warriors. With that being said, I'd like you to at least tell your clan that warriors showing up on our borders isn't ... acceptable, without approaching you prior."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=times new roman]Sorry for the inactivity guys! Gonna start picking it up today :^)

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Making a new thread for this relatively soon, so start checking the board for that.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Sootstar remembered being a younger tom and looking up here with a bitter envy that spread from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail; leadership had always been a worthwhile ambition of his, after all, something that he'd believed himself to be destined for and have a claim to. So it was only natural that he felt awe in walking at the head of his clan, the gigantic maine coon's head held high and his eyes impassive to what was going on around him, focusing only at the outcrop of rock that a familiar tom seated himself on. "Cherrystar," the WindClan leader would greet, hopping into his own spot with a twitch of his translucent whiskers. "I trust that BloodClan hasn't bothered DarkClan as of late?" his voice was not kind but not unkind -- polite, more like, as he dipped his head in the DarkClanner's direction.

A part of him could not help feeling excited, knowing that his daughter and her deputy would soon show, and witness him where he truly belonged. An exile, a murderer, at the head of one of the most powerful clans in the forest -- he could imagine the dawning shock on their faces once they realized how much of a threat he was becoming to their well-being. And when he saw that shock and measured them with his yellow eyes alone, he'd convey a message that would not need to be spoken with his mouth. Watch your back, he'd tell them. He wondered, would they sit with their heads together after the meeting, tell the clan of their findings and how the senior warrior they'd so carelessly chucked to the side was now someone who could face SkyClan head on? Did they also know how friendly he was with Adderstar, the leader of their neighboring clan, a clan stronger and larger than most? Hopefully. He wanted them to be agitated, irritated, fearful. And he wanted to be there to witness it.

The brown tabby dragged his salmon tongue across his bottom jaw.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]maybe contact the roleplayer first, ask them what's going on?? uvu

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]"Perhaps there was a member who revealed such information to them? But I understand, despite this; it seems rather odd that they were able to navigate when they haven't been to DarkClan's caves before." he remembered fighting Sheograth there, and briefly, he felt a sense of superiority to the inferior tom as a result. The male had scarcely left anything but shallow scratches, and even then there had been two in total. BloodClan hadn't put up much of a good fight for it to be considered a proper battle, and chasing them out had been relentlessly satisfying, despite the precarious circumstances. His ear twitched slightly. "The clans are supposed to help each other in times of need, and it was my duty as a warrior to do so. And no need to apologize, you didn't come off as rude at all. Between you and me, it's interesting to see a leader without the usual authoritive, passive aggressive attitude. Species things up." to emphasize his point, his lips curled up in the beginnings of a small smile, one that lacked any unkindness.

Being a leader had certainly made him more tender, that was sure. Perhaps the moons spent brooding in SkyClan as only a senior warrior had done something to him.

"I dare say, I do miss the trees; WindClan is beautiful as far as the wide expanse goes, but it's colder there than it is in a forest, where all the trees are blocking the worst of it." small chat was fine with Sootstar as long as it managed to improve relationships -- relationships that would lead to strong alliances that he could very possibly take the reigns of in the future. If he was lucky, in the very near future. "It can't be much better in ShadowClan though, with all of those pools of water chilling everything in two fox-lengths. And hello, Adderstar."