Posts by Sootstorm

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]WindClan is a clan well-known for their skinnier forms and shorter brown and grey pelts, with strong, long legs fit for the moors that they have claimed in the past moons. All cats, from elders to kits and medicine cats to leaders, exhibit fiercely loyal and tough traits, as well as witty personalities used to trick and outsmart cats from outside their clan. WindClan cats pride themselves on being the closest to StarClan, due to their practice of sleeping out in the open rather than in dens, and how close they are to the moonstone compared to the other clans. They also have the most knowledge of twolegs, as they live nearby the farms.

★ The TERRITORY is located nearby the twoleg farms, and is a wide, open expanse of moorlands, fit for cats that love running and feeling the wind brush through their fur. WindClan territory is scarcely dotted with trees (and if there are trees, they appear to be skinny and measly in comparison to the great oaks that ThunderClan has) but plentiful with rabbit burrows and the like, as their main source of prey is, of course. rabbits. Their territory is bordered by the "Horseplace" (farms) by a long fence south, as well as ThunderClan north of the Moonpool stream, and the lake over East.

WindClan camp is a dip in the sandier spots of the morse, hidden by gorse and exceedingly difficult to find unless you are a resident. Unlike the other clans, WindClan does not have proper dens -- instead, they much prefer sleeping out in the open, the sides of the camp lined with nests made of rabbit pelts and other materials found in the moors. However, the more feeble and weakened members of the clan sleep in burrows in the gorse wall made long ago by foxes and other creatures; the nursery and elders den are both such exceptions. The leader, however, has a den behind the outcrop of rock used to hold meetings, although leaders almost never use it.

★ CURRENT LEADER: Sootstar, played by Wafture
CURRENT DEPUTY: Maplefur, played by spacent,
CURRENT MEDICINE CAT: Honeyheart, played by sappho
CURRENT MEDICINE CAT APP.: N/A
Warriors, apprentices, kits, and elders can be found here.

★ WindClan follows the warrior code, which can be found here.

★ NOTABLE EVENTS:
-- Sootstar takes over WindClan (click)
-- January gathering (click)

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Hey there! This is the place where all of the current members of WindClan will be listed accordingly. Alongside that will be the request thread, where you can request for a certain character or high position to come to your thread for whatever reason. To register your character, list their name, gender, rank, age, and if they have an apprentice or mentor.

LEADER: Sootstar | Male | No apprentice | 33 moons
DEPUTY: Maplefur | Male | Mentoring Applepaw | 22 moons
MEDICINE CAT: Honeyheart | Female | No apprentice | 10 moons
MEDICINE CAT APP.: N/A

[b]WARRIORS:[/b]
Freckleface | Female | No apprentice | 20 moons

APPRENTICES:
Applepaw | Female | Mentored by Maplefur | 10 moons

QUEENS: tba

KITS:
Stagkit | Male | No apprentice/mentor | 4 moons

ELDERS: tba

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]No problem, Spacent! & adding everyone up

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]His first meeting, perhaps -- and dare he say, it was quite exhilarating. Climbing up the outcrop of rock that overlooked the dip in the ground that the WkndClanners have made their camp in so long ago, he'd sit, beginning with, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, meet under the rock for a clan meeting." he remembered being an apprentice, reciting the words, practicing them for the day that he'd mount the rock at the head of his clan and address them all from above. He only did it when his mentor's back was turned, though. After all, the male had expressed his initial distaste for Sootstar's ambitions early on, especially after Soot had announced them after being apprenticed. "When I'm a warrior, I'm going to be the greatest leader anyone has ever seen!" "To start off, for those of you who have missed the announcement prior, WindClan has not pardoned the ShadowClan exile Butterflysong and if she is spotted on the territory she is to be dealt with swiftly. I've talked to Adderstar about such problems and she will take care of Butterflysong, although wiith that being said, all ThunderClanners are to be turned away and challenged as usual, but fetch me if they have any actual problems other than wanting to visit. If I'm not there, however, Maplefur and Honeyheart are free to arrange said affairs as they wish. A quick note, though, that we have a mutual alliance with ThunderClan despite this all, as requested by Adderstar." he'd try his best to appear, however. While he'd been kind to the first ThunderClanner to show up, he had been somewhat undecided on if he should've even been brought to their camp. "Speaking of Honeyheart; while you are our medicine cat and still quite young, I implore you to prepare to appoint an apprentice in the near future once you see someone with potential. Perhaps an herb training, too." while he chose not to meddle with the somewhat defensive medicine cat, he liked to have backup healers just so that she wasn't pressured in constantly showing up. While there seemed to be a decreased in injured cats now that winter was here, he couldn't say the same for sickness, if it were to spring up unexpectedly. "Since the death of Otterstar, we need to make sure that clans like BloodClan know that we're here and not pushing aside our duties. I want more border patrols squeezed into the day, and renew them constantly. After the meeting I want someone to organize them, so a volunteer may speak up now -- as well as a volunteer for weekly tasks. And Honeyheart, to stock up on your herb supply, feel free to take a couple of apprentices and warriors to help you out."

[ if u want ur character to have their name changed / become an apprentice / warrior / etc., pls say so in ur post! thanks in advance <3 ]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Adderstar's reponse was not expected, and he heeded it with a somewhat stormy mood, although outside he looked completely normal. No change in expression at all, as far as the eye could see. He stood up, shaking his pelt again, freeing the snow from clinging to the brunette strands. "To each their own, I assume. With that being said, I'll be taking my leave, but just realize that if I see another ThunderClan cat on my border I will not hesitate to inform my clan of chasing them off, and worse if they refuse. We are not a hub for your clan, with all due respect; which is why I had asked politely for you to keep an eye on your members, if only to prevent them from tarnishing their own pelts or your reputation. Thank you for having me, and I hope your clan sees brighter days in this horrendous weather." his whiskers twitching and his ears shifting closer to his head marginally, Sootstar would nod at the female respectfully before leaving the den and hopping off of her meeting place, dropping down by Cardinalsong as a result, his strong legs evident in the way they had propelled off the high rock gracefully in the makings of a leap. "Enjoying the change in scenery, Cardinalsong? I doubt it's often that you're out of the moors." he meowed, amusement alight in his yellow eyes before he cocked his head in the direction of the exit, motioning for her to follow him out. If anyone was to escort them, they'd have to tag along behind, as Sootstar didn't wait for any ThunderClanners to flank him.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]It seemed that Sootstar had misinterpreted Adderstar's words, and he felt inwardly pleased at the thought. Despite his mistake earlier, this was going well, and he stopped short of leaving the camp, the smallest of smiles gracing his features. Not only because he'd enjoy catching word of Butterflysong getting punished for her abuse, but because if it was a friendship Adderstar wanted, it was a friendship Sootstar would give her with little reluctance. Because friendship, in his crooked, clever little mind meant favors, favors that he could use to weasel in a proposed raid on SkyClan in the future. But not yet. If he played his cards well, though ... "Then excuse my earlier mistake, Adderstar -- it seems I've misunderstood you, unfortunately." his words were even and polite, before he added carefully, "Thank you for the congratulations, it is appreciated. And this friendship is accepted, of course; I'd be foolish not to, when you appear to be the strongest clan there is as of now and any leader with a mind would respect that."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]His ears twitched in irritation, hearing the words that were being exchanged between Butterflysong and the former BloodClanner, Aud; Butterflysong was delusional, and an abusive mother. After all, it wasn't what you said that defined you as a person, but the actions you took. And Butterflysong's were far from pure, obviously. Anyone with eyes could see that. He was so absorbed with the conversation, wallowing in irritation and bloodlust for the she-cat, that he barely realized that Thrushstar had arrived and the gathering had started. Seeing his daughter, he could detect no reaction from her, but he knew inside himself that she was shocked at his appearance. To rub it in, he shot a kind smile at her, but anyone from SkyClan could see that it held ill intentions. "WindClan is faring famously as well. The former leader, Otterstar, died after helping me and my sick mate when a group of rouges -- BloodClan, if memory serves correct -- attacked. He lost all of his remaining lives in that battle, as one of the rouges managed to slash his stomach with their disgusting dog-teeth claws. He died serving his clan, as any warrior -- as any leader -- should." his face had contorted into a faint grief-stricken expression, his maw taunt and thin, eyes hardening. Sootstar had always been an amazing actor; it wasn't hard to convince the others that this was the expression of someone who should've saved him, someone who beat himself up time and time again over not dying himself for the WindClanner he barely knew. But SkyClan knew him. Knew him as a warrior who scarcely showed any emotion except disdain and anger, who wore a frown on his face wherever he walked. They wouldn't recognize the person that wore his face now, so charismatic and eccentric, as well as lively and empathetic. He was now a stranger to them. "But, for some reason, StarClan chose me as leader instead of WindClan's deputy Maplefur. I hate it, but if it's StarClan's will, than who am I to disregard it? Anyways ... on a much lighter note, again, WindClan is faring well. We have recently taken in two kits disregarded by their mother, Butterflysong --" when he spoke her name, he spat it like poison, but when he began speaking again his face had lighted up into a soft smile. "Mallowkit and Whitekit, their names are. I and my mate Mothdust have adopted them as our own, on account of the loss of our earlier kits."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]There seemed to be little outburst among the crowd, and he felt himself fluff up in accomplishment, but he was quick to calm himself down. "Thank you, Freckleface." Sootstar meowed, dipping his head in thanks to the first warrior to offer herself up. Back in SkyClan, things had been much different -- scarcely did Thrushstar ask anything of her members, so nothing ever got done. He was confident in the fact that none of his good qualities had ever been bred into her. While she was a fine leader, she was more of a loyal follower, if anything. "And thank you as well, Cardinalsong. What's your question?" his tone had sharpened slightly, if only because his yellow eyes had caught sight of the unfamiliar tom next to her, his muzzle becoming gaunt with a threat immediately, but no sound was uttered other than the words prior. Then the thing next to his warrior spoke, and he huffed. "What can you offer to us, stranger? You're injured, and you'd only be another mouth to feed and another body to waste our measly herb supply on. Unless you have something we don't have, turn away. I won't risk my clan for another warm body." his tone was a rumble of sorts, and although it carried no harshness, the words themselves were pointed like knives and so were his narrowed eyes.

Then Cardinal hurriedly rushed to the male's defense, and he frowned. "Stormhaze. Are you from another clan? That's a warrior's name." and you are no warrior, he thought, critical of the tom's unusual appearance.

Moonstream spoke up next, and her voice drew his attention to her, before he shook his head. "We don't border ShadowClan, and besides, Raggedstar owes me. Her clan would be wise to ignore us, and foolish to even think of going into ThunderClan territory just to get through to us."

"I would be willing to organize a camp fortification if you'll allow me. You were right in that BloodClan may see us as weak after Otterstar. I want to make sure camp is extra-secure so that my kits will be safe." "I was in BloodClan, spying for SkyClan not too long ago. They're not a threat. This deep in the winter, their city is in shambles, and all of the prey has sought out human homes for warmth. This leafbare and every leafbare after will be their weakest point, and they're not a huge threat in terms of attack, with how pathetic they look. But go ahead."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]/Mac, I'd appreciate it if you messaged me before making big descisions like this concerning my character.

Anger had always been a problem with him. After all, there were so many things to be angry about -- a paw lashing out, claws hooking on his cheek, a hot fevered breath fanning over his face, tears pricking on the corners of his eyes; "I'm sorry!" his voice was loud and high-pitched, and he faced Halfmoon, who looked at him with anger seeping into his narrowed gaze, "Sorry? You're sorry? I don't care for your foolish excuses. You're such a pathetic excuse for a cat, and I have no idea why the Dark Forest sees so much potential in you, but I will have none of it. You are no prodigie. You are a kit, a kit that has a mouth far too big for his own good. Take my blows like a warrior, because you will never be a true one." then the same paw slashed his shoulder, and he cried out, salty liquids falling and forming paths on his lightly dappled cheeks -- and all of those things were coming to him head-on, his eyes tightening momentarily and a headache cracking his skull open. He placed his paw on his head, pressuring the tips so his claws didn't come out. Soot felt pressured on all sides, and he opened his mouth to breathe deeply, trying to think of happier things, good things --

he couldn't breathe.

His throats were walls, and they were closing in, until he felt like he was sucking in air through a blade of grass. His eyes were slitting, his ears flattening, and the claws that were once sheathed slid out and slammed on the stone below his paws. He looked like a mad man as he turned to Thrushstar, struggling to breathe with his fur bristled, making him appear marginally larger than he was. Looming over the smaller leaders like the shadow of a dog, he snapped his jaws at Thrushstar. "You are no daughter of mine. You never were. I loved you, I raised you to be the leader that stands here in front of me today, but instead of words of warmth you greet me with the tongue of a vile snake. Not to mention your questionable choices; you repeatedly let your own deputy break the warrior code, simply because you love him. But when I'm hurting or in trouble, you act as if I'm a stranger, not the one that created you, the one that sired you into this world --" he coughed, a loud, broken cough, one that was thick and rattled his strong form as if he was much skinnier. "-- but never mind that. You, a leader under StarClan, have broken the warrior code for the one you love. That is inexcusable, even if the victim was a vermin BloodClanner or otherwise. I have been faithful to SkyClan. I have fought many battles, all in the name of a clan I hold dear to my heart, and I have spied under your name, risking myself time and time again. But you repay me with words whispered behind my back. While I do not condone my actions and do not find any pride in hurting others, it was not to work myself up to the top. It was my act of rebellion against a corrupt clan lead by someone who is no longer any daughter of mine. No. The Thrush that I knew, the Thrush that had hopped around my legs as a kitten, is gone. Here stands someone who is unfaithful as I am loyal. And no matter your words, I am very, very loyal. Killing Sheograth doesn't count, nor does getting your face mauled off. Your deputy has nothing on me. Where he has one achievement, I have many." his voice was powerful, deep and loud, a roar of someone who was worthy of being called a warrior, a leader. He commanded the masses, and they were to follow, as anyone born for leadership should sway.

But between those words were short, quickening breaths. With each passing moment, the tightness in his voice grew clear, as he spat out words that were taking every breath from him. The yellow-eyed beast of a feline swung around to face Butterflysong, spit flying from his prominent jaw and curling around his glistening rows of teeth. "You speak to me as if I'm not above you. Who are you to demand from me, you ugly little rat? You have no army. No support. If you dare to set foot in my territory, I will call every clan that supports me and I will let them tear every part of you off, one by one. Which would you rather start with, you brain-dead, vile worm? Your teeth, or your claws? I'd say the claws, seeings how with your annoying ambition to become medicine cat, you obviously need them for nothing." at that, he choked out a strangled laugh, his pupils becoming so thin that his eyes were merely yellow at this point.

"Burn intheDarkForestyoupatheticexcuseofadau-" his words quickly became a jumbled mess, and the male felt his tongue dry up, his chest tightening. And then, with a few added wheezes and severe coughs, he fell over and stopped moving.

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yelling out randomly that soot is an exile and a tyrant and that he killed the WindClan leader is kind of asking for some shit to start
just sayin

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]The blackness that had enveloped him prior faded into blue fields of moorland, the open sky above glittering with albacore dots. Sootstar lifted his head from where it lay over his paws, and blinked; where was he? Surely not back in WindClan. After all, the gathering ... he felt himself prickle with embarrassment. "Sootstar," the voice that greeted him was familiar. The form of Berrypaw paced forward, her solid blue fur outlined in stars -- he could see a sad smile dancing across her young features as she approached. "you've lost a life. My life, resilience. We'll heal you, Sootstar, but I can't promise that this won't happen again. Pace yourself. You're sick, and next time, breathe." when Sootstar stood up and opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by the appearance of a larger tabby tom beside her. Me? An exact replica of him, faded and quiet, stared at him dimly from where it stood. Berrypaw, seeing his confused expression, let out a small, breathy laugh. Then everything around him disappeared, and he fell, fell into blackness ...

... he shot up forward from where he lay, sucking in breaths that had been stolen from him before he had passed. His eyes were wide, shocked; his gaze fell to his paws for a few moments, and then lifted to land on the leaving masses below him, and beside him were a plethora of cats. He recognized each of them faintly, and he grazed them with his eyes barely before they stopped on Thrushstar. Taking another deep breath, he turned to face her fully, saying, "This gathering might be over, Thrushstar, but we aren't. And as long as I'm leader of WindClan, I'll make sure that we never will be. You have made a grave mistake. In time, you will learn to regret it." his voice was low and steady, his eyes full of promise. Then he turned to the others, nodding his head. "I'm fine. This gathering is over, and I sincerely apologize for making a scene. That was childish of me, and it will never happen again. Thank you for those who helped, and any ShadowClanner that remains can send word to Raggedstar that her support is welcomed. WindClan will be leaving, if any of them are still left."

He hopped off the rock and walked out.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]he's definitely staying as leader because if they chased him out then maple wouldn't be able to get his nine lives for a while, but he'll try a lot harder to convince WindClan that he's good tbh

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]He was in the right to be suspicious. He wasn't eager to waste their supplies during the winter on someone they barely knew, and it was annoying that his clan was far too sympathetic to realize that. Closing his eyes briefly, the male would flatten his ears and try not to freak out on any of them, as that would give them more reason to hate him. "He'll have a trial period. If he doesn't prove himself within that period, then he's out. No exceptions. And this is final, so don't try to convince me otherwise. Dawnpaw, either help fortify the camp or go clean out the elder's nests. You need to learn when to hold your tongue in the presence of your leader. Meeting dismissed," Sootstar said, opening his eyes before nodding at Freckleface in thanks. He'd thought that out of all of the cats, Cardinalsong would be the best follower, but with recent events, Freckleface was pushing her out of that position. With all of that being done with, the leader would hop off of the rock and go into the nursery to find his mate.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]A form stalked through the moors, one no longer fluffed up in pride or held high in power. He was slouched slightly, his ears flattened and his whiskers drooping; several WindClanners followed behind him, those that hadn't yet left the gathering, and he blocked out their quiet, toned down voices in favor of reliving the events that had unfolded. He remembered having a flashback from all of the chaos that had happened after Thrushstar spoke lies, igniting a flame that shan't be lighted under silverpelt at a sacred gathering. Then his asthma had hit him dead-on, closing up his throat and causing him to die so quickly that everyone went silent with shock. Apparently Butterflysong had killed herself, too, something that had quickly become the only good thing to come out of the whole ordeal.

Now, he had to deal with WindClan.

They'd have questions. They would revolt. And as the leader stepped into camp, he decided that it was time to reveal the truth. They'd hate him for it, he knew, but he couldn't keep lying to them. But he had to try to seek their forgiveness after this, to win them back (if they had ever really been on his side in the first place). Once they got to camp, he faced more of the shocked, unfriendly faces of his clan, and deciding to ignore them, he hopped up onto the outcrop of rock used to hold meetings and began speaking. "You deserve an explanation of what happened. And I will tell you everything, starting from the beginning, if you'll let me. Gather around me, if you will." then, deciding better, the male would leap off of the rock to stand below it. If he were to speak t them, to convince them that he was better than an exiled SkyClanner and a tyrant, then he would speak to their faces, and show them that he was one of them and nothing different.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]He hadn't told his clan about this, and he didn't feel the need to. He was trying to get their trust, sure, but that didn't require him to reveal everything that was happening. They wouldn't find out, either, and if they did, he'd tell them the truth. Again. Walking across the thunderpath from ThunderClan territory and onto ShadowClan grounds, he stopped at the borderline, carefully placing his paws so they weren't touching the damp, stinky ground beneath him. "I'm here to talk to Raggedstar." he announced, looking into the swamp with a calm far from the "calm" he had shown at the gathering a few days ago.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]His ears still flattened, the leader would look at his paws momentarily before raising them, shame evident in his eyes. "Me and my mate, Mothdust, lost our kits after I was exiled from SkyClan. We went to ThunderClan to receive medical assistance, but even after she got that and left, we were both incredibly upset, her moreso. So I ... we went to WindClan, except I snuck into the territory because I was afraid that she was going to die or something just as bad. Otterstar found me, thought I was a threat, and we -- we fought. I killed him, and because you were the only clan close by to help us, I devised a lie so you wouldn't think I did it. Kill him. But after the fight, I passed out, and StarClan visited me. Truly. They want me to be WindClan's leader, and although I have less harmful plans on climbing my way up, it was quick. It was easy. So I accepted and now I'm ... here." his whiskers twitched and he began again, a sigh forming as he did so. "I'm a senior warrior - or was a senior warrior - of SkyClan. I was respected because I got things done, and risked my life over and over to help others in SkyClan. I wouldn't kill them, and I didn't. Not for power. I attacked them irrationally because SkyClan is corrupt. The leader allows her deputy to break the warrior code without consequence, and prefers to lay back and let BloodClan harass us rather than do something about it. And I don't want to be in a clan like that. Not anymore."

"I lost my first life tonight, at the gathering. Thrushstar started the whole thing like a foolish child, and Butterflysong contributed before killing herself. I want to apologize, even though that isn't enough. Which is why I'm not resigning, or leaving; I'm going to get up and commit myself to you all instead. Whatever you need help with, I'm here for you, and I will work until I die time and time again to prove myself to you as the rightful leader of WindClan."

/Just a note that what Mac (Thrush's roleplayer) did was out of my control and it was never supposed to happen. The meeting as a whole was a mess.

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the end

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Dawnpaw was the first to lash out, and he faced her, his expression grim. He had never been the one person that reached out to others, preferring to keep to himself and remain grumpy, but ever since coming to WindClan, he felt ... different. SkyClan had never felt comfortable for him because of the history he had there and how things were going with Thrush, but here, he might have a chance. To start over, remold himself. Although something deep inside of himself told him that that would never really happen, because the past was embedded into the scars that lined his body. "You're right. You can't trust me. I've hurt you all with lies and blood, and I deserve none of it. So that's why I'm going to rewind, and try to start over. And I want to start with you, Dawnpaw. The least I can do is to finish what Otterstar started, and if that means becoming your mentor, I'm all for it." his voice struggled to retain a softer tone, as it was hoarse and dry from yelling so much at the gathering.

Freckleface's voice was calm and orderly, and he respected that. Especially when these times were far from acceptable, and it was all on his shoulders. His maw thinning slightly, but not from distaste, he listened to her before nodding his head. "Your clan is ... good. And not SkyClan, which is why I like it here so much. And why I want to fit in and earn your respect and trust, even if I don't deserve it right now. But in time, I will. However long it takes." his eyes glowed with intent, just as much as they had glown with threat in their depths when he had spoken to Thrushstar at the end of the gathering. "I'm not a true warrior, yes. But I'll be the best I can be, if you'll allow me to. And as for Honeyheart... yes, she can go to the moonstone. I'm fine with that, if it's the only way to prove to you that I'm not lying right now."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Fortunately enough, Sootstar had been hunting nearby, so when wind drifted his way of a new joiner, he picked up the rabbit in his mouth and padded to the border, the ginormous maine coon twitching his whiskers curiously "Cam," he repeated, thoughtfully; he hadn't let Stormhaze in at first because he looked liked he'd just be a waste of space, but if someone came up who was filled with energy and could present a chance to fill the clan's ranks and provide, he wouldn't chase them away. Cam looked like a cat that WindClan could benefit from. "my name's Sootstar. Like Stormhaze, you'll be given a trial period, and if you prove yourself able to become a full member of WindClan, you'll be granted full membership by the next meeting. Speaking of meetings, are you willing to change your name in the future?"