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Being a warrior? Ah, right, these things seemed odd to most. Smiling, Cowspots decided to give a simple answer (they were less confusing, after all), "A warrior is a cat who is sworn to protect their clan at all costs. They uphold our code, which we refer to as a Warrior Code. You'll learn those soon enough, should you choose to stay. It's entirely up to you, but I must admit just talking to you I think we'd be quite honored to have you." The black and white tom continued to gaze at Spark, wondering what she'd have to say at that. He knew the option of joining a strange group could be daunting at first. Chances were she would like some time to think it over. But, he admitted, he was hoping she'd stay. WindClan needed warriors like her. Cats with a kind soul and intelligent mind were harder to come by, for one didn't always accompany the other.
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ooc: yeee i'm excited too! you can reply if you like or leave it as a crappily-written piece of literature whichever xD
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Cowspots quietly allowed them to reunite, listening patiently as they conversed on the way to camp. By the time they arrived, he nodded his agreement to Wolfsbane, confirming, "I'm sure Eaglestar won't have any qualms with allowing her to stay." Giving how many of their Clanmates had been former rogues, it would be awfully hypocritical. Even Cowspots himself had been taken in as an abandoned infant and raised here among their warriors.
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A heavy breath of relief left his maw at Ivynose's voice. Thank StarClan he was okay, but what about Morningfrost? No later had the thought come across, still helping out Halfeyes, than he caught a glimpse of his familiar blue fur, followed by a strong voice. Cowspots smiled, now feeling better at the knowledge his friends were okay. 'Just friends,' he reminded himself forcefully, trying to wipe the struck look off his face.
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Hey, small suggestion: I've noticed we have a lot of private threads (and that's great!) but they heavily outweight opens, so maybe we should start trying to post more opens whenever we do a private, or move some of our private threads to Fourtrees board? It's just a couple small thoughts that might help newcomers not feel daunted by the lack of public threads. I don't want us to come across cliquey.
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This is open for plotting with both Cowspots and his daughter Sheeppaw. Request a thread with one, both, suggest plottage, etc. I usually have most muse for open threads so if you want friendship, rivalry, stuff like that suggest a couple ideas for bonding or the like! I'd be happy to make an open thread so we can spread the fun around WindClan <3
That in mind, I will do a couple private threads, but I'd like a really good plot so I don't lose muse on you (I feel really bad when I don't have enough muse to reply!)
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All of Cow's 'adopted' children are more in spirit only (otherwise everyone would be related lmfao) but definitely!! I'm more than happy to work out an open thread but probably not a private if that works for you. We can do bonding in my snowball thread with Diamond and Sheep if you like, then I can have Cow host a hunting technique party (mostly for fun and laughs) that Dia could be part of!
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Before Mousenose could answer, her adorable daughter came bounding forth, flowers in maw. He smiled at the sight, purring gently in approval. "How kind of you, Petalkit. I bet she'll look lovely with the flowers in her fur," agreed the bicolor warrior, tail swishing. While she was fretting internally, Cowspots didn't mind none had been brought for him. He more cared about how his friend was feeling at the moment. Any time could be dandelion snack time, but the chance to be there for a friend in need was not constant. Glancing more curiously at the flowers, he questioned, "Where did you find such beautiful flowers? I'll have to check it out later."
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Admittedly, that night with Mousenose had been a mistake. They both had felt awfully vulnerable, hurt from their respective emotional distresses. He couldn't come to terms with his feelings for Morningfrost and Ivynose, wishing desperately to love anyone else so not to break up his friends. It had resulted in spending it with Mousenose, and while he loved her, it also wasn't in that way. He loved her like family, someone he cared deeply for and wished only good things.
At the call for him, Cowspots lifted his head curiously to the blue she-cat in question. He never went far from the nursery in camp, having grown attached, and padded over at her voice. "Is everything alright, Mousenose?" he prompted, concern in his voice. The last he'd heard, she'd been upset over killing Coyote - a death that had been in self-defense, as far as he was concerned. He didn't blame her, nor did he think she should feel guilt over it. Her kits would be loved by the remaining toms in WindClan. Naturally, the warrior wasn't putting two and two together that perhaps this had nothing to do with Coyote and everything to do with him, considering it wasn't impossible for something else to have been created in their moment of weakness.
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Totally, expect it up sometime today, I'm getting some chores done in my spare time
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Yee, sibling bonding 101!!
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ahh man those are all so good! We might have to take it to a poll ;)
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Commotion outside drew the warrior, already alert due to Mousenose's growing pregnancy. He slept only halfway, tense at the idea she might give birth at any moment. The last time a queen had given birth to his children, well, he didn't like to think about it. Blinking about camp, his eyes settled on Vulturepaw, wandering confused. Cowspots frowned, but knew the apprentice would be in good paws with Fogpaw. Smiling some encouragement to the young cat, he swept his tail towards Adderkit and Amberkit. "I understand you two are worried, but Fogpaw needs some room to do his work," explained the black and white feline, gentle-toned. Hazel eyes sneaked a glance back towards Vulturepaw, wondering what had him so distressed.
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"Mousedung!" rang in his ears, drawing his attention to where a certain she-cat had slipped on a patch of icy snow and landed on her rear. Cowspots winced sympathetically, standing to meander over to her aid. Amberkit had already asked if she was alright, so he'd await her answer, but he did add in a wishful, "Hopefully new-leaf comes around sooner than later." The snow was causing everyone grief, not just due to colds and chilly nights. Rabbits were hibernating in their burrows, mice tucked away from sight. Once the sun began to shine on their moors again, all the prey would return and lavish their lands, meaning the skinny warriors would eat like kings.
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Stepping in beside Morningfrost, tickling his pelt with his own white fur, Cowspots gazed over Midnight curiously. Oh? She was to join WindClan? He smiled brightly, offering a purr of greeting as he meowed, "Welcome to WindClan; I'm Cowspots, one of our warriors." As he spoke, the warrior flopped down, getting comfortable in a seated position while his head dipped to nibble at the long grass beside his paws. Teeth cut through green blades, lopping out of his mouth as he chewed absently, wondering if Morningfrost was as excited as he was about having a new cat in the clan.
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Head flopping to the side, he cast a curious glance at his Clanmates. They were accepting her and she didn't know where 'here' was? Shaking it off with a soft laugh, he explained with a smile, "WindClan is our home, what our group is called. Those cats who found you? They are now your Clanmates, apprentices of WindClan like you will become once you arrive in camp for our leader to give you a proper ceremony." Cowspots's grass-stained muzzle remained with the same grin, tail swishing. He did indeed resemble a cow; that was how he'd gotten his name, after all. His children all held barn-themed names as well: Goatpaw, Duckpaw, and Sheeppaw. Midnight would most certainly meet them soon.
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He opened his jaws at Midnight's question, suddenly recalling her youth and understanding she'd not been around for the change of seasons yet. Perhaps she'd experienced leaf-fall, but leaf-bare made everything seem like it was always cold and unpleasant. That simply wasn't true, as Wolfheart explained. Casting her a big friendly grin, Cowspots nodded. "Yeah, exactly how Wolf described! New-leaf is right before green-leaf, where things get really warm and we get tons of new prey! It can sometimes lead to wildfires, though, so we have to be careful at times." Last season had brought wildfires to their neighboring clans unfortunately, but they'd all made it through alright. He'd been one of the cats to bring extra aid to ThunderClan when they suffered great setbacks right before the deadly grip of leaf-bare.
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Cowspots was a common resident of the nursery, despite being a tom-cat. He'd been made honorary queen after his mate's death, when he moved in to keep his children company so they didn't have to sleep without a parent. Since then, he still checked up on the other queens and helped watch kits when he had a moment. He spent equal time with his warrior duties as he did helping out around camp, giving much-needed relief to the she-cats so they could get out to stretch their legs. As such, Petalkit's escapade hadn't gone unnoticed by him. Whiskers twitching, the warrior had followed her, knowing she was well overdue for her apprentice ceremony and seeing no reason to punish her without knowing where she was going first. But he realized it might be necessary to intervene when voices rose nearby, causing Cowspots to break free from the tall grass to frown lightly between Flint and Pandagrowl, who stood over a rabbit.
"Surely this is all a big misunderstanding," pleaded the warrior, hoping to settle things peacefully. Glancing to the caught prey, he smiled softly, "That's an excellent catch, Panda, and I'm sure if Flint offended you he didn't mean anything by it. I know he can be prickly sometimes, but Flint is a good warrior. Flint, can you help me out? I know you didn't mean to hurt his feelings, right?" Soft hazel eyes turned to the cinder tom, hoping desperately he would be willing to go along with it instead of throwing another snarky comment. Flint had a tendency to speak first, think later, and oftentimes that bit him in the tail. Unfortunately, most of WindClan had been on the wrong end of that before and didn't always think highly of him, but Cowspots knew just how kind of a cat he could be. After accidentally getting Mousenose pregnant, he'd noticed how gentle Flint was with the queen, how loyal he was, and always treated her like family. He believed if everyone could see that side things wouldn't be so tense.
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Arriving shortly after the apprentices, Cowspots gently flicked his tail to signal Midnight to settle down. Casting an apologetic glance towards the DarkClan leader, the warrior rumbled, "Greetings, Pitchstar. Does DarkClan need something from WindClan?" After giving his head a respectful tilt, he turned temporarily to Diamondpaw and Midnight, who were both too young to know him by appearance alone. "This is the DarkClan leader. Please be respectful; I'm sure he comes with no ill intentions," he explained, understanding it was simply the warrior code causing them to regard strangers with hostility. Challenge all trespassers, the code told them. They were doing well in their training, he noted, something that would be reported with pride to their mentors.
