WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[>Pepsi<]

Originally Posted by Dovekit12

"Sure" Windfur said standing up.

(Lol sorry for the late reply, but what gender is windfur?)
"Where to?" He shook his coat and blinked. "How about somewhere near fourtrees, or close-ish?"

[monfang]

Originally Posted by wolybro

Spireflare and Fireflare were currently patrolling the windclan moor. After the evil era that he taken it at their job to patrol the territory, seeing as the territory would never truly be safe, seeing as any cat could trespass if they really wanted to,despite the border markers they leave. Green hues glazed over the frosted grass. The snow had since melted and it was now rainy, with left over frost tinting the edges of the grass as they walked. Some might think they are the same cat, walking in sync to eachother, having the same looks as one another. The only difference between them were the broken kink in Spireflares tail from fighting. They have always been good at tracking, Fireflare more then Spire, which is how with the twitch of a tail Fireflare had caught onto the kits scent, and the scent of mouse. Fire didn't even have to say anything, Spire already knew, both of them running after the unfamiliar scent in their territory.

Rex was still proudly padding around, the mouse in his maw, but the thudding of heavy paws caught his attention. He turned, and saw the two, running towards him, and he knew they meant harm. Squeaking in fear the kit scrambled to get his bearings then bolted away, still keeping the mouse in his maw. His heart pounded, as he aimed to climb a tree, but there wasn't a tree for miles. He was stuck in open moors. Now he had to try to outrun the warriors behind him. As he ran, he began to feel tired, his legs sore from the strain, his eyes wide and alight with fear. He had to get back to the stream, to Darling. She could protect him, she could help him. Run, Rex! Run! he told himself, and tried, but the fact remained his pace slowed more and more with each passing moment he had to run.

[lone]

Originally Posted by InfernoFlicker

By the time the two deputy's were out of sight, the trio may have arrived at the outside of the warrior's den. While Russel sat down beside Obsidiansky in front of it like it was some sort of monument, Jitterbug was sticking her head in it. "I'm goin' in!" The sparsely patched felidae hollered as she thundered into the den, collapsing onto some cat's nicely made bed of moss. "It's so comfy!" Jitter's voice could be heard slightly muffled from the inside.

Originally Posted by InfernoFlicker

Russel felt bad for whoever might be sleeping in there at the moment.
"Oh dear." He said in his quiet tone and put a paw to his chin. His voice wasn't too strange to hear, but it was slightly unexpected to be coming from a cat his size. Though he voice was small, it was not inaudible, but light. Not deep and powerful as might be expected. It wasn't overly quiet nor high-pitched like a kit or a mouse, it was something you would typically identify as a simple high-pitched male voice. It might sound funny at first, if you didn't know his personality. His voice was a large factor that had a lot to do with the bullying he had received from his brothers in the city. Just because his voice, mannerisms and personality was gentle, didn't mean his body power or ability was of the same degree. The smoky gray chartreaux wasn't just fluffy, he was powerful. But he would almost never let it show, unless Jitterbug was in trouble somehow.
Russelfur tended to make anyone sitting next to him seem short..especially if you were thin and scrawny, like Jitterbug.

"It is quite nice out here," Russel added in his unique accent, "I can't imagine anyone would want to live in the city after this." He then turned his quiet self to Obsidiansky with a genuinely interested expression, "Were you always a forest cat?"

Jitterbug exited the warriors den--possibly kicked out by sleeping cats--and shook her fur clean of moss pieces. She sat in front of the two older toms and began to clean her paws and shoulders, tongue rasping pleasantly along her tortoiseshell coat and purring contentedly.
"Yep. I'm sleeping in there tonight," She mewed between licks, "I call the big one in the corner."

Russel just shook his head at his small companion with an amused smile and a quiet chuckle. Silly girl. "I don't think you get to decide that." He remarked.

The young warrior chuckled, watching Jitterbug dart into the warriors' den. He wasn't too much older then her-- around ten moons, he supposed. Not too much of an age difference, and definitely the maturity levels were not too different. Sometimes Obsidiansky acted like a kit. Other times he was angry... and his personality seemed to almost change, twisting and turning until it was as though you didn't even know who was talking anymore. Not a happy occurance. But one that seemed to occur often, much to the tom's dismay. He hated it. Right now was a good time, a happy one, one that Obsidiansky was sure he would have fond memories of later. These strangers were nice. Sure, maybe the Deputy-- or former Deputy?-- could be a little more friendly, but after hearing their story he supposed she had a reason to be more closed off. Not quite as friendly, or happy-- though he didn't have a right to judge.
　
She'd be fine too. She was from WindClan originally, after all. "It's alright. There are always younger cats going in there when they aren't supposed to, no one really thinks much of it." He purred with a chuckle. The tom had refrained from using the word 'apprentices' just in case they didn't understand. Had the Deputy-- what was her name? Infernosky. Yes, that was it-- had she filled them in on Clan life or should he do that now? He was about to ask when Russel spoke again, in that same quiet, somewhat strange voice. The tom wasn't used to hearing voices like that. Not from older cats, at least. Younger ones, sure! But Russel also looked to be about his age... though sometimes it was hard to tell.
　
"It is," He agreed. While the tom wasn't quite sure what the 'city' was, he supposed it wasn't a nice place. From what Jitter had told him, at least. "Yep. Born and raised here." He glanced around, looking at the sky, the trees... it was easy to take those things for granted. Russel and Jitter, who hadn't lived in a Clan before, seemed to be amazed by everything in Obsidiansky's opinion. From what he could tell, they were quite intrigued by the colors, and the brightness, and the openness of everything. Guess you just kind of take it for granted living here all your life. Though the tom still thought of WindClan as beautiful, definitely... he wasn't as amazed by the colors and the true beauty of the Clan. How it worked, and everything. It had just...always been that way. Always pretty, always sort of open and fresh... the scents and the colors... he hadn't ever thought of it as a blessing to get to live in a place like this.
　
It had always been how things were, born and raised in WindClan, and he supposed he would die there as well. His expression became more amused as the she cat exited the warriors' den-- though whether she had left by choice or some grumpy older warrior had kicked her out was unknown. And he wasn't about to ask her. It was none of his business, anyways. "Hey, as long as there's no one who's claimed it, she can have it. I don't think anyone pays much attention to that kind of thing anyways." He shrugged. The big one in the corner... as far as he knew, it didn't belong to anyone.
　
She would probably be allowed to have it, no one would care too much. Unless, of course, the nest belonged to some older warrior who'd been in the Clan for a while. Like Shrikecall. The Deputy definitely wouldn't allow Jitter to have his nest, and he would be angry if she did. A flicker of worry passed over the tom's features before it faded as he realized that would be something to worry about in the future. Not the present. For now, things were perfectly calm and would hopefully remain that way. "Did Infernosky already tell you guys about how the Clan works?" He asked, looking curiously towards the two cats he was with.

[graves]

Originally Posted by mony

Rex was still proudly padding around, the mouse in his maw, but the thudding of heavy paws caught his attention. He turned, and saw the two, running towards him, and he knew they meant harm. Squeaking in fear the kit scrambled to get his bearings then bolted away, still keeping the mouse in his maw. His heart pounded, as he aimed to climb a tree, but there wasn't a tree for miles. He was stuck in open moors. Now he had to try to outrun the warriors behind him. As he ran, he began to feel tired, his legs sore from the strain, his eyes wide and alight with fear. He had to get back to the stream, to Darling. She could protect him, she could help him. Run, Rex! Run! he told himself, and tried, but the fact remained his pace slowed more and more with each passing moment he had to run.

They were on the kits scent now like hound dogs after a fox. Ears perks and claws out and digging up tuffs of dirt from the ground, it flying in the air behind them. There was no way the kit would've won against them, fully trained warriors against a kit with Windclan speed. They could see him now, green hues locked on the kit as they ran faster in sync, legs moving the same way, lungs taking gulps of air at the same time as they ran. Their long thorn sharp claws were extended as they made their way along the last stretch of land between them, giving one last jump, they jumped towards the kit,teeth bared in a furious hiss, clear claws extended, ruffled out ginger fur,tails lashing. All of it would be the last thing this kit would see before he died.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

[Super duper sorry for this super duper late reply ^^']

The black and white molly took absolutely no notice of a certain ginger tom. But really, she never took any notice of anyone. Winterwisp hated pretty much all of her clanmates, whether she had met them or not, that didn't matter to her. The she-cat was determined to hate everything in her life. The warrior had been hated the moment she set paw in WindClan, why not follow by example? It had only taken Winterwisp a few moons to stop attempting acts of friendship, and she wasn't going to start now. It wasn't the way things worked for her.

An unfamiliar voice interrupted her thoughts and Winterwisp looked up. In front of her now, was an orange tom with green eyes. The warrior was rather blunt and didn't find much based on first appearances. She didn't reply for about half a minute, taking her time to study the tom. He was certainly unfamiliar and she couldn't recall having ever seen him around the camp. Winterwisp stayed completely still as the examine the stranger, not moving anything but her eyes. To be honest, the black and white she-cat was making this a rather awkward situation.
Finally, she moved. "Well of course we haven't met! Why would I be talking to someone like you ?, Winterwisp snapped, rolling her eyes. How stupid was he? Couldn't he tell that she was the kind of cat that didn't like talking to others? What an idiot, Winterwisp thought irritably.

Green hues stared at her as her eyes analyzed him. He didn't mind actually,seeing by her body stance he could guess she was on the grumpier side of things. "Nice to meet you too, name's Fireflare, yours?" he mewed with a confident smirk, ignoring her tone. She reminded him of her brother, always snapping at others and seemingly forever in a bad mood. But he was determined, to atleast get on this shecats semi-good side. He didn't really have a respect for shecats, seeing as he likes to annoy them with his flirtatious pestering until they get out their claws. He seemed confident, cocky almost with talking to her, showing her that her irritable tone didn't affect him in any way.

[monfang]

Originally Posted by wolybro

They were on the kits scent now like hound dogs after a fox. Ears perks and claws out and digging up tuffs of dirt from the ground, it flying in the air behind them. There was no way the kit would've won against them, fully trained warriors against a kit with Windclan speed. They could see him now, green hues locked on the kit as they ran faster in sync, legs moving the same way, lungs taking gulps of air at the same time as they ran. Their long thorn sharp claws were extended as they made their way along the last stretch of land between them, giving one last jump, they jumped towards the kit,teeth bared in a furious hiss, clear claws extended, ruffled out ginger fur,tails lashing. All of it would be the last thing this kit would see before he died.

The huffs the kit made were loud, fear filled. He turned and looked back and as they jumped he froze in fear, ears falling back and eyes widening. He gave a gasp, and flinched in fear. Hundreds of thoughts flooded his mind. His mother, father, siblings. Even Darling entered his mind, even though they met not too long ago. Still, he thought of them, being in SkyClan nice and comfy and harm-free. He left in search of danger, but didn't think life would toss it at him so soon. He braced for the impact of their powerful bodies and long claws. Then, like out of instinct, his eyes opened and he lunged forward, but aimed underneath them so they would jump over him. However he was slow, and the claws or Spireflare caught his left shoulder. Giving a slight yelp of pain, he stopped and looked at the wound for a mere moment before looking back up at the two. They want to kill me... he thought.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by wolybro

Green hues stared at her as her eyes analyzed him. He didn't mind actually,seeing by her body stance he could guess she was on the grumpier side of things. "Nice to meet you too, name's Fireflare, yours?" he mewed with a confident smirk, ignoring her tone. She reminded him of her brother, always snapping at others and seemingly forever in a bad mood. But he was determined, to atleast get on this shecats semi-good side. He didn't really have a respect for shecats, seeing as he likes to annoy them with his flirtatious pestering until they get out their claws. He seemed confident, cocky almost with talking to her, showing her that her irritable tone didn't affect him in any.

The warrior could feel her temper quickly rising to exploding point at the tom's next set of words. Arrogant idiot! Winterwisp thought, gritting her teeth at his confident remark. And to top it off, he had a smirk. How lovely for Winterwisp. "It's actually terrible to meet you," Winterwisp snarled with impatience. She didn't have time for things like this! Socializing wasn't one of the things on her to-do list, and she wasn't planning on putting it on it. The black and white feline considered ignoring his question, since she didn't really want him to know her name, but she soon decided she might as well. "Winterwisp,"
the warrior muttered through gritted teeth, reluctance lacing her voice.

Why couldn't this weirdo just go and leave her alone like everyone else did?
Or maybe he was here to showing her in taunts and threats. Wasn't that everyone's favourite thing to do? Tease her? Poke at her? It brought her annoyance and anger that didn't have enough words to describe it.

[Splash]

Cottonspark sat in a patch of heather in the camp clearing, her cloud-like fur swaying in the wind. The she-cat was poking the heather with her tail, watching the sweet-smelling plant bend and flex under the small force of it. Cottonspark pulled her tail back and looked up at the sky, watching fluffy clouds go past overhead. They looked so small, but Cottonspark knew they weren't. The opposite of her. She looked like a large cat under her protective coat of thick, fluffy white-and-silver fur, but she was actually a very small and nimble cat.

[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Splashie

Cottonspark sat in a patch of heather in the camp clearing, her cloud-like fur swaying in the wind. The she-cat was poking the heather with her tail, watching the sweet-smelling plant bend and flex under the small force of it. Cottonspark pulled her tail back and looked up at the sky, watching fluffy clouds go past overhead. They looked so small, but Cottonspark knew they weren't. The opposite of her. She looked like a large cat under her protective coat of thick, fluffy white-and-silver fur, but she was actually a very small and nimble cat.

Willowdawn had been just walking into the clearing, coming back from watching her sisters and Swiftecho train their apprentices. She was the only one without an apprentice. Swiftecho had Duskpaw, Moonsong had Dewpaw, and Honeystep had Hawkpaw. She had honestly been very impressed by the apprentices. When she padded back into camp, the scent of her Clan and windblown heather greeted her. She flicked her orange spotted ear as she padded through the camp, looking around for someone to converse with. Spotting her fellow warrior Cottonspark by a near patch of heather, she padded over. "Hello, Cottonspark," she greeted cheerily.

[Splash]

Originally Posted by LostintheEchoes

Willowdawn had been just walking into the clearing, coming back from watching her sisters and Swiftecho train their apprentices. She was the only one without an apprentice. Swiftecho had Duskpaw, Moonsong had Dewpaw, and Honeystep had Hawkpaw. She had honestly been very impressed by the apprentices. When she padded back into camp, the scent of her Clan and windblown heather greeted her. She flicked her orange spotted ear as she padded through the camp, looking around for someone to converse with. Spotting her fellow warrior Cottonspark by a near patch of heather, she padded over. "Hello, Cottonspark," she greeted cheerily.

(Willowdawn. Love that. <3<3<3)
"H-hello.." Cottonspark replies quietly, her eyes glued to the ground. The Somali was very shy, and usually wouldn't respond to cats at all. She looked up at Willowdawn (Seriously I'm jealous of that name xD), but quickly looked away, the pupils in her emerald eyes larger than normal.