WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

ShineFlower suddenly realised. She sniffed. Phantom defineatly had the scent of the syndicate...and she also had been close to a Tom...once...there was also small hints to indicate that Phantom had defineatly been pregnant and kitted at some point such as the faint and stale scent of milk. "Sorry...it was what I said wasn't it..."

Most cats would've been quick to say no, but Phantom was not like most cats and nodded slowly. “Yeah but it's fine,” Phantom said, forcing back her thoughts and shaking herself to get rid of all the unwanted emotions that were now clouding her mind. “You didn't know,” she added, then walked up to the silver warrior, or queen now, and touched her nose the Shineflower's ear gently. “I'm sorry I ever left,” she murmured, then quickly took a step back, visibly flinching at the contact. A sure sign that she'd had plenty of bad experiences since her departure from WindClan.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Bad Wolf

Most cats would've been quick to say no, but Phantom was not like most cats and nodded slowly. “Yeah but it's fine,” Phantom said, forcing back her thoughts and shaking herself to get rid of all the unwanted emotions that were now clouding her mind. “You didn't know,” she added, then walked up to the silver warrior, or queen now, and touched her nose the Shineflower's ear gently. “I'm sorry I ever left,” she murmured, then quickly took a step back, visibly flinching at the contact. A sure sign that she'd had plenty of bad experiences since her departure from WindClan.

"I'm sorry I let you leave..." The queen spoke back. "Wanna go for a walk around the territory? Or a hunt? Honestly, I don't think the Warriors could care less. If I tell them you're WindClan born they'll probably leave us alone. Or if we stay close to hiding spots, we could probably shake off the patrols. Or here, roll in the dirt. That'll camouflage your pelt and disguise your scent." Phantom was already kind of muddy but it would help to go the extra mile. ShineFlower was very enthusiastic, throwing suggestions at her friend left right and centre.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

"I'm sorry I let you leave..." The queen spoke back. "Wanna go for a walk around the territory? Or a hunt? Honestly, I don't think the Warriors could care less. If I tell them you're WindClan born they'll probably leave us alone. Or if we stay close to hiding spots, we could probably shake off the patrols. Or here, roll in the dirt. That'll camouflage your pelt and disguise your scent." Phantom was already kind of muddy but it would help to go the extra mile. ShineFlower was very enthusiastic, throwing suggestions at her friend left right and centre.

Phantom nodded, fully agreeing, until that last part. “No, cats still know me around here. And I can handle anything anyone throws at me. If I get caught, I'll fire my way out if I have to, and I'm not going to hide. If they question you, say you caught me trespr and were escorting me to the borders,” Phantom said in a low voice, her icy orbs shining with excitement, half hoping to get caught just so she could get revenge on a couple WindClan warriors, then she shook herself. Yikes. Syndicate's really getting at me. Phantom thought, groaning quietly. “Lead the way,” Phantom purred, looking over at the silver queen, her heart still full of love for the molly who would never be hers, but also broken at the realization.

[Doodle]

Originally Posted by The Little Robin

The young warrior smiled, listening to his closest friends words and he nodded ever so slightly, affectionately nudging Owlspark’s shoulder. “I’m not mad, don’t worry.” He assured the older male, “We all get a bit busy now and then, that’s just life. Besides, we both have social lives outside of each other - it’s best that you make some friends besides me.” Thought Hawkfeather had missed the possible conversations that two of them could’ve shared in that moon, he was understanding and supportive. He wasn’t one to get angry over something like this, especially if it wasn’t intentional and he believed Owlspark when he had that it wasn’t. Hawkfeather took another bite of his meal, gesturing for his friend to continue and his ears twitched as he listened to his friend speak of meeting someone new and wanting to introduce him to them, however, it took him by surprise when his best friend told him of his successful confession to a she-cat.

He looked down at his paws for a short second or two, realizing that his best friend, the only one that had ever been there for him, besides Caracalspirit, now had a mate. This meant that he would be having a family of his own in the future. Of course, the warrior was worried that he would be forgotten as this happened as he usually did, but of course, he didn’t say this outloud. Hawkfeather smiled brightly, resting a paw lightly on his friend’s shoulder. “That’s wonderful, Owlspark! I’m so glad that you’ve met someone and finally found yourself a mate, I knew that you’d find yourself a loving lady one of these days.” He purred, “I bet she’s a beautiful she-cat and I’d be delighted to meet her, hey, maybe I can babysit your kittens someday, eh?” The young tom joked, true affection and happiness for his friend in his tone. Though out of the corner of his eye, he could see Caracalspirit eating a piece of prey in a shaded spot in the clearing and he sudden remembered something, his muzzle turning hot and he shuffled his paws nervously, turning to his best friend. “How did.. How did you do it?” He asked, his tone shy and curious at the same time, “How did you confess to her yesterday? D-Do you have any tips or advice?” The male gave his full attention to his friend, his heartbeat quickening as he made sure to keep his voice low when talking to him.

Owlspark let out a breath of relief when his best friend reassured the tabby that he wouldn't be mad. He had wanted to talk to Hawkfeather the past moon, but had found himself being dragged from place to place by patrols or by hanging out with Firesparks. Neither he regretted- especially hanging out with his mate- but it had meant that he didn't have time to sit and catch up with his childhood friend. The tom frowned when his friend looked down at his paws, wondering what was going through his mind. Surely the tan cat wasn't thinking about being left behind, right? Owlspark would never let that happen- Hawkfeather was the only cat to be considered his family while Owlspark grew. Just because he was starting a new family now, didn't mean he would forget the cat that had been there for him through everything. His smile reappeared as his friend rested a paw on his shoulder, only widening with the other tom's words. "Thank you, Hawkfeather," the tom purred to his dear friend. "Trust me, when we have kits you will be a big part of their life- you'll be part of the family as well." While his tone was happy, his eyes told that he was serious, and he wanted Hawkfeather to know this. The other tom would always play a part of the tabby's life, and a she-cat wasn't going to change that.

Owlspark's whiskers twitched at his friend's next few questions; the tabby had noticed Caracalspirit eating across the clearing when he had come out of the warrior's den, and he assumed Hawkfeather wanted to ask her to become his mate. He made sure not to glance over at the molly, however, as he didn't want her to think they were talking about her- even if they sort of were, but in a good way at least. "Well," he began, a small smile on his face. "I just went with the moment. I knew it was a bit early to be asking Firesparks, but I was positive about my feelings- and that's what matters most when you're asking a molly. You need to let her know that you're serious about this, that you really do love her. She has to feel the same way, of course," he paused, amusement twirling in his green eyes as he met his friend's own gaze. "But don't worry; from that one meeting I had with Caracalspirit, I'm sure she feels the same way." The tom paused, tail flickering behind him as he tried to think about something else to tell in advice. "Oh, meet her gaze when you tell her. It's okay to be embarrassed, or nervous, or unsure of her reaction- I was the same way. But definitely look into her eyes when you tell her, if possible. If she's turned away from you when you started to tell her, well, then I'd say look at her so that if she turns back around, you're already there waiting for her." Owlspark smiled, nudging his friend on the shoulder. "And one last thing- don't hold yourself back. Don't second guess yourself, you've got this." A large smile had settled on the tom's maw. He was happy for his friend, happy that Hawkfeather would be having a mate of his own soon- and kits afterwards! They really could raise kits side by side, going out hunting for their mates as they nursed... There was so much the two best friends could experience alongside each other, now that they had grown.

Originally Posted by Teza

"He just asked me. Seemed to be a bit nervous though, shaking in his fur," Firesparks laughed as she padded up to her mate and his friend. She playfully bumped Owlspark, then decided to lay next to him and purred. "I'm Firesparks by the way," she said with a friendly tone in her voice. Her tail flicked nervously as she dipped her head. This was Hawkfeather, her mate's best friend. She had to make a good impression. A multitude of scenarios went through the she-cat's mind, both good and bad. She imagined the tom being upset that she had butt-in to their conversation. He then said some hurtful things and made her feel bad, causing her to say some hurtful things to him in return. Another scenario came to mind; one that included the worst case scenario. He straight up attacked her because of her being so rude. She honestly didn't think that would happen, but it still crossed the molly's mind.

Owlspark looked behind him with wide eyes as he heard Firesparks approaching; how much of their conversation had she heard? He trusted the molly fully, but he didn't know if Hawkfeather would rather keep his feelings for Caracalspirit a secret until he asked the other molly to be his mate. But even if his own mate had heard them, he was sure she wouldn't go telling Hawkfeather's secret, so the tabby immediately relaxed and smiled up at the orange molly, a laugh slipping through his lips as she bumped him, which he returned just as playfully. "Firesparks, this is Hawkfeather, my best friend," he introduced with a purr, before turning to his friend. "And, as she just said, this is Firesparks, my mate." After the introductions were through, he turned back to his mate. "And I was not shaking in my fur- I was a bit nervous, that's all." The tabby chuckled afterwards, but leaned forward to give her a quick lick on the ear before moving away, waiting to see how the two would get along. He was sure they'd manage together just fine, but he couldn't help but be a bit nervous as the two most important cats to him would be meeting- and what if they didn't get along together?

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Bad Wolf

Phantom nodded, fully agreeing, until that last part. “No, cats still know me around here. And I can handle anything anyone throws at me. If I get caught, I'll fire my way out if I have to, and I'm not going to hide. If they question you, say you caught me trespr and were escorting me to the borders,” Phantom said in a low voice, her icy orbs shining with excitement, half hoping to get caught just so she could get revenge on a couple WindClan warriors, then she shook herself. Yikes. Syndicate's really getting at me. Phantom thought, groaning quietly. “Lead the way,” Phantom purred, looking over at the silver queen, her heart still full of love for the molly who would never be hers, but also broken at the realization.

"I'd hate it to end that way...but I guess we're getting more mature and older now...we need to lighten up a little...have fun days and be like an apprentice again...free with no worries or cares...alright, after me..." Shineflower poked her head out of the bushes. "Okay, come out..." and then they were off...running along the borders, sliding down hills and the mud squelching between their silver paws. It was just like it used to be.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by River of roses

"hello" she said turning her attention towards the kit "what is your name?" duskheart meowed looking at the kit while also curled around her kittens.

Lionkit puffed out his tiny orange chest and gave his blonde pelt colored fur a quick lick," I'm Lionkit, the fiercest kit in Windclan. I'm noble and brave. What's your name?" He meowed to the queen trying to sound tough, despite the squeaking kit meow

[~Breadsticks~]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

Royalkit chuckled, her whiskers twitching and her eyes shining brightly. "Yeah, that would've been way worse!" She admitted, imagining thorns being stuck in her soft fur and pricking her skin. She caught the ball, tossing it to Woollykit. Softer this time.

The tom kit caught the ball, and smiled, "But it wasn't." He said, tossing the ball to Royalkit. Woollykit dropped back down and yawned, "Wow, I never realized how fun mossball was."

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by lost

The ginger she-cat smiled warmly as her mate insisted that catching a single hare was still a great thing, but she didn't reply. He had jumped into his story of how his morning hunt went, and she listened intently while her tongue glided over his pelt, smoothing fur over. When they had first met she had to focus on what he was saying and couldn't do much else, but as time went on she had grown used to the way he spoke and was able to take in his words while she was doing another task.
By the time he finished his tale, she had finished grooming him and looked at him with a spark in her eyes. "Three hares? Wow! You never cease to amaze me, Rookpatch. I could never catch that many in a single day, much less a single hunting party. And you also caught a shrew..." She drew off, looking at the love of her life with fascination. He was amazing. The talent he had in hunting was a rarity, and he didn't even know how great he was at it.
"I can't believe you still wake up so early. I could never do that willingly. If I'm on an early patrol someone is dragging me out of the warriors' den. Early morning is not my thing." Marigoldrise was not a morning cat, and could easily sleep till sun high. This just made it easier for her to adore her mate, though. He was capable of so much she wasn't.
Tilting her head, she leaned forward and put her nose to his cheek, purring softly. "I love you, Rookpatch." She murmured these words softly, as if her love for him were a hidden secret that only he could know. It wasn't, of course. Every cat in the clan would hear her confess her feelings daily if it wouldn't scare the tom so much.

While his short pelt did sometimes become a bit wild when he was desperately trying to get words out of his mouth, whenever he was with Marigoldrise, it tended to lay flat, for the tom knew that his mate was patient and that he didn't have to rush. However at the moment it did bristle a bit with the excitement of the story he was telling to her, but with a quick rasp of her tongue it was laying flat again as he eventually got what he wanted out of his mouth for her to hear. When she finished grooming him, he flickered his gaze up to look into her eyes for a moment, a dazzling spark in his green hues to match hers before they darted away, a bright grin on his muzzle as she complimented him, his ears flattening a bit and his cheeks growing warm from embarrassment.
"I-I thu-hink i-it was-as just b-b-becau-cause t-the huh-hares were-er still sluh-sl-sluh-heepy j-juh-hust l-like y-you-who that-at early i-in the muh-horning. {I think it was just because the hares were still sleepy just like you that early in the morning.}" Rookpatch had always been a modest and humble tom, not one to take compliments because he truly did feel that he was no more special than any other cat, but little did he know he truly did have quite the knack for hunting, more so than many other warriors in Windclan.
"Wuh-hell lu-lucky f-f-for-or y-you I w-would huh-happily t-take your-or pluh-hace a-any morn-mor-orning ih-ih-hiff you wan-anted me-he to. {Well lucky for you I would happily take your place any morning if you wanted me to.}" He purred to her as she mentioned that she wasn't a morning cat, and he truly meant his words. If Marigoldrise ever didn't want to wake up in the mornings to go on an early patrol, he would be more than happy for her to wake up and ask if he could take her place, he would do so without question, just like any other thing she asked of him. He would give her the world if she asked.
Closing his eyes as he felt her nose pressing into his cheek, an even brighter, happier smile touched his lips and a continuous purr started in his chest. "I-hi love... Love you t-too Marigoldrise." The words were drawn out slowly and carefully so that the errors would be minimal, his tone just as soft and just as careful as hers had been. He had never known that this would be his life, he had always believed he would be alone, terrified and to die one day of the horrors he always believed would happen, not with a mate as lovely and as perfect as the golden she-cat he was with, and not so utterly comfortable in his own skin, even if it was only when he was with her. This was the life he always dreamed of having.

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by TheBread

The tom kit caught the ball, and smiled, "But it wasn't." He said, tossing the ball to Royalkit. Woollykit dropped back down and yawned, "Wow, I never realized how fun mossball was."

"Yeah, good thing!" Royalkit laughed, catching the ball and threw it back towards Woollykit, her whiskers twitching. "Yeah, me neither!" She admitted, giggling.

[Static]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

As they got to the end of the pigeon, their muzzles brushed as they tried to pick out the last little scraps of meat on the bones. "Ah...a hearty meal indeed. I feel all sleepy now..." ShinePaw lay down on her back. The sun came out from behind the clouds, bathing her silver fur in orange light. "Tell me a story Cayotepaw..." She said almost in a whisper. The warmth on her belly made her so relaxed, she couldn't care less if Cayotepaw tried to get a sneak attack on her now. He'd be just as tired.

Cayotepaw layed down next to her."I don't really know many stories,but I'll try." He said,getting comfortable."one day,two windclan cats went out to hunt together for the first time as warriors.The Tom,who had fallen in love with the she-cat,was planning on confessing to her that day.After he did,the she-cat gladly accepted.Many moons later,the Tom became the deputy of windclan,and soon after that,leader.His mate was concerned that he had forgotten about her and her kits,and thought he was full of only ambition now.The Tom felt the same way after she started acting cold to him,eventually saying that he would never be a farther to the kits.He tried multiple times to get her to love him again,but sue never did.Many moons later,the windclan camp was attacked by a monstrous dog.Nobody was able to fight it off,and soon,it attacked the shecat that use to be the leaders mate.The leader attacked the dog on the neck before it could get to the she-cat,saving her life.She was so grateful that she agreed to be his mate and deputy." He finished."That's how it ends.I'm sorry if it wasent that good." He said,hoping it atleast decent sence he came up with it off of the top of his head.