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Soaringdawn wasn't usually timid, not the way his brother Whisperingraven was at least. But he also wasn't bold like his sister, Flyingcolors. He had no hunting or fighting skills, him and Whisperingraven were given signs by StarClan that they needed to be emissaries and were among the first of their kind. Therefore they were in charge of giving each cat their feathers by tying it to them accordingly. But he also knew the secret herb of Ginseng of DayClan and knew how to cultivate it. A secret only emissaries knew. It was why he was worried that eventually SunClan cats would come for him, wanting to know the secret and he knew he would never tell. He was going to die here. Knowing this information his russet tail moved between his legs every time a SunClan cat moved past. If his scottishfold ears weren't already pinned to his head they would also be down. He had a mask of russet fur across his eyes and up to his ears, the rest of his fur was a vanilla white shade and incredibly fluffy like a kittypets. Especially his tail that really didn't fit between his legs given the sheer fluffy mass of it. He was tall though, he clearly had a warriors build despite having some sort of kittypet bloodline.
When he picked up on the scent of SunClan all he could begin to think was how he wanted to live. His sister just became a medicine cat, he wanted to protect her. That he wanted to see his step sisters grow up, how he still didn't really know his step mom well, but wanted to. That his dad didn't deserve to have another cat in his family murdered and if they murdered him would they murder Whisperingraven next? He was practically shaking by the time he saw the SunClan cat given his lack of fighting skills and all he really wanted to do was eat the rabbit on the freshkill pile he had been eyeing at.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 25, 2018 12:18:06 GMT -5
Whitemagnolia, A simple she-cat, covered in thick fluffy white fur and a single ring of ginger around the thickest part of her fluffy raccoon style tail. Perhaps the only physical gem about her being her pretty crystal blue eyes broken up with flecks of green. Her whole life in SunClan seemed very much like a dream. She woke up, went about her duties, did her daily prayers, then went back to sleep to start the day all over again. She found herself spending much of her time close by the Priestess Promised as she neared her proper kitting time. They spoke few words and knew little of one another aside from talk of kittens. Whitemagnolia was a wall flower. Despite her pure bloodline and dedicated loyalty.
The morning was a brighter bend of reds, pinks, and blues today. Although a bitter rare chill clung to the earth beneath her paws. She padded into the dwelling place, a rabbit, freshly killed, hanging from her jaws. She was an exceptional hunter and a decent fighter but she didnt really love either task. The SunClan warrior dropped her warm prey atop the pile of cold ones and took a second to look around and take in her surroundings. She spotted the cat with the cute ears. That was the first thing she though of when she saw him in passing. Cute ears.
She knew very little of him though, He seemed shy but their was a sense of awareness in his gaze. He was knowledgeable and by no means stupid. What was his name? Had Littlebird mentioned him? Oh Soaringdawn. What a nice name. She shook her head and gave her pelt a harsh shake before looking up one more. He seemed to not want to meet her gaze, his eyes instead on the pile of stale prey.
She knew the cruelty the sun god could have on cats who did not show him fealty. Her mother raised her to understand that even if it seemed unfair and wrong it was the way it was and they needed to respect that. She didnt like it but she never fought it. She turned to her rabbit and scooped it up padding quickly and lightly towards Soaringdawn.
Soaringdawn stiffened seeing the she-cat come his way, but felt immediately disarmed seeing the prey in her jaws. Maybe she was going to offer to share some. The thought of prey definitely made him wonder about SunClan. Apart of him was in utter awe that SunClan was so strong that their patrols were able to catch so much prey for three clans without Spring or Day helping. But another part of him knew better than that. That SunClan's patrols were probably stretched thin and SunClan may not have been hunting as much for themselves and instead were using their time to convince Spring and Day that SunClan was just as good as them and that they should join. He thought about it, but at the same time emissaries were closer to StarClan than most cats. He couldn't turn off his faith in a flick of a switch. If he joined SunClan he could be loyal to their clan, but not their God. It was the same problem for his other siblings. Still it seemed nicer here, at least during leafbare. They didn't struggle, they were more than prepared and he envied it a bit.
His amethyst gaze turned back to Whitemagnolia with some guilt, maybe she wanted to share some prey because she was hungry, but couldn't just go right out and say that without SunClan coming off as weak, "Hi, I'm Soaringdawn," He said with a polite dip of his head.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 25, 2018 21:39:42 GMT -5
"Heerroww" she meowed around the rabbit in her jaws. She gave a shy apologetic look before setting the rabbit at his paws.
"Oh sorry! Should really not talk with food in my mouth. Hello! I'm Whitemagnolia." As if her own imperfections didn't bother her she continued on. "Here you go. You look kinda hungry." she pressed the rabbit farther into his paws with her own. "Its still warm. Just caught it a few minutes ago." she purred, eyes closing, and tail tip twitching with her accomplishment.
She hoped he didn't take her offering or kindness as pity. She really didn't understand the power cravings of her own clan and clan mates.
"That's a great warrior name!" Soaringdawn exclaimed, he loved the sound of it.
Personally he always thought the other clans didn't have very beautiful sounding names, but hers sounded cute, cuter than Darkcomplex or Strikhedoniadalisay. Those were all bad names, he slightly wondered what made Foxstar choose weird names and then good warrior names like Whitemagnolia, "I'm not a warrior though, I'm an emissary, so mine is an emissary name. I notice we all have an ing in our names so that might be a pattern," He laughed lightly before nodding to the rabbit.
"Yeah I'd love some rabbit, you can share some with me if you want. I'm assuming the kits and queens are fed so there's no harm in sharing," He invited, not knowing that SunClan didn't just change their culture, but also abandoned the warrior code. They weren't obligated not to eat prey as soon as it was caught unlike in DayClan.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 13:37:15 GMT -5
Her ear twitched slightly an indication of embarrassment. While the warrior code wasn't a part of SunClan's everyday life she was aware of it and its guidelines. She did think it was wise to think of those first who had a harder time fending for themselves. However the thought had not crossed her mind as she had returned with the meal.
"I think you have a wonderful name too. Soaringdawn. It remind me of the red and pink clouds that race across the sky in the early light." she blinked and looked away her cheeks burning.
"I don't want to be rude, so forgive me for asking, but your clan always comes off as stuck up and a bit of a superiority complex. Is that true or are they just a bit stand offish?" Soaringdawn asked taking a bite.
He heard enough stories from the warriors, but being an emissary he never spoke to them much at gatherings or saw them over the border to really know. The only time he ever went to SunClan was when he went over the border just a little bit to grab a feather. After that he was advised by Glowstar not to do that again, he always found that weird. She almost never told anyone not to do something, if she was telling him no it meant that she was afraid for him. Being held here he could see why she would be afraid for DayClan getting involved in SunClan. They took what they wanted by force, they didn't have a council so there wasn't one leader making crazy decisions. No defense for the people's rights. He wondered if it bothered her. But one thing he wasn't going to assume was that an entire group of people were self centered, Whitemagnolia seemed nice, "And um. Your name reminds me of the White Tree. I don't know what SunClan calls it, but it's the tree between our borders on that hill."
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 11, 2019 21:41:02 GMT -5
She grinned at that. He was right, SunClan did see themselves as the chosen clan held higher and more loved than the others. "Thank you." she giggled as he complimented her, the already pink burning stains on her skin under her fur hot like the sun's very rays in summer. "I'm sorry you are in this position. I even as a sunclan cat do not see the justice or morality in it. Sun god or not." Her smile fell and she looked down at her paws and the rabbit staring up at her.
"I mean if your leader hadn't threatened to kill our kits if we didn't come with and we just lost in battle I'd probably feel a bit better," Soaringdawn smiled weakly, but he felt better that Whitemagnolia was understanding that he couldn't be entirely trustful of the cats in her clan or look at them in particularly a good light after what had happened. He did enjoy her company though so they probably couldn't be all that bad, "But I am worried. That if I don't initiate myself that I'll be killed. After all what would SunClan do to a bunch of cats who refuse to follow? Let them go after all that, I'm skeptical. But I can't join because I'm an emissary. I'm devoted to StarClan, I was literally chosen by them to have this position. Out of everyone I'm the one least likely of passing," He admitted with a frown.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 14:54:45 GMT -5
Whitemagnolia could feel his unease and worry rolling off of him like waves of heat. "Please don't worry over it. Its hard to determine what the future will hold but you don't want to ruin the present with fears we can't yet understand." she gave a sad look but her eyes glittered with the light of a cat who truly enjoyed the little things and lived int he moment. Even she was the lowest of the low in SunClan. Her relationship with Littlebird her own saving grace. The gray promised seemed to not judge her when she faltered in morning prayer.
"Whitemagnolia, could I talk to you for a moment, I'm still new and all and could use some help," Amber said.
She had come as a DayClan apprentice and within only a span of a moon she was being chosen as Janus. Of course her ceremony hadn't begun yet, but everyone knew it was only a matter of time that this outsider wouldn't just be accepted, but already labelled above them in superiority.
Soaringdawn looked at Amber, he knew her as Heatherpaw, he should have guessed that she would betray them, but he thought she was above it. He guessed wrong.
