The wind howled across the open moor, flattening the long grass of WindClan’s territory. Jaythorn stood at the edge of the camp, their sleek black fur ruffled by the chill air. The brown points on their ears twitched as they caught a familiar scent. Footsteps padded up behind them. A soft muzzle pressed into the thick fur of Jaythorn’s shoulder, avoiding the jagged scars that crossed their chest and throat. "You're brooding again," a warm voice murmured. Jaythorn turned, their brown eyes softening as they looked at Galewhisper. Fae stood with faer coat blowing in the wind, a beautiful blend of white, gray, and black fur that always reminded Jaythorn of clouds rolling over the gorge. It still felt surreal sometimes. Not long ago, they were just two apprentices racing across the territory, sharing fresh-kill, and complaining about elder duties. Fae had been Jaythorn's inseparable best friend first. Over the seasons, that quiet companionship had bloomed into a deep, unshakable love, and Jaythorn couldn't imagine life without faer by their side. "Not brooding," Jaythorn replied, a rare smile tugging at their scarred face. They nudged faer shoulder affectionately, the dried juniper berries woven into the fur behind their ears clicking softly together. "Just watching the weather. The kits will want to play in the tunnels if it rains." Galewhisper let out a soft purr, the sound rumbling warm and comforting in faer chest. Fae stepped closer, pressing faer flank against Jaythorn's. "Let them enjoy the fresh air for now. You know how stir-crazy they get inside." Right on cue, three small shapes exploded out of the nursery entrance, tumbling over one another in a chaotic ball of fur and high-pitched squeaks. "Look at me! I'm an eagle!" the smallest kit squealed, leaping off a low rock and landing directly on their sibling’s tail. Galewhisper laughed, leaning into Jaythorn's side as fae watched the kits play. "They inherit your energy, you know. And your stubbornness." "They get the stubbornness from you," Jaythorn retorted playfully, though their heart swelled with fierce protectiveness. They raised their head, looking out over the territory they had bled to defend. Life as a WindClan warrior was never easy, but with Galewhisper and their three healthy kits filling the camp with life, Jaythorn knew they had everything they ever needed. More soon! First: You're here Previous: This is the first Next:
Jaythorn is an Agender (They/Them) Windclan warrior, with sleek black fur and rich brown points on their ears, paws, and tail. They have warm brown eyes. They have prominent jagged scars across their chest, throat, and face. They wear a creative string of dried holly and juniper berries woven into the fur behind their ears. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Galewhisper is a striking, agile WindClan warrior with a beautiful, patched coat of white, gray, and black that looks like storm clouds moving over the moor. Fae is anatomically female (assigned she-cat at birth) but identifies outside the binary, using fae/faer pronouns. ----------------------------------------------------------------------
