WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

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lichenpaw
battle training? sure, lichenpaw could handle battle training, no big deal. it was just a bunch of cats... trying to teach him how to defend himself... in a way that he definitely, absolutely wasn't looking forward to. lichenpaw could handle a lot of things, but training like likely was not one of them. shifting his weight a little, the tom contemplated discovering a way to get out of this—there was always the slightest chance that he would just drop dead right here, and that way he wouldn't have to do battle training at all. still, although his ears were pinned back to his head, the tom shuffled forward (looking somewhat pitiful as he did so), and went to meet the other members of the patrol, his mentor among them.
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dunepaw
a patrol with his mentor sounded pretty good to the tom. plus, being the only apprentice on patrol, he didn't feel like he had much to prove. it wasn't hard to get away with stuff when you were the only young one; although he didn't want to fool around too much, he still wanted his mentor to like him, after all. dunepaw shifted his weight a little, making his way over to the other members of the patrol, his ears pricked forward in interest.
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thymepaw
the promise of a real, live patrol was too much for thymepaw to pass up—her interest piqued, although she carried herself with the typical ladylike grandeur that she always did, thymepaw made her way over towards her patrolmates, the only evidence that she was actually excited about the opportunity being a certain gleam in the she-cat's eye. oh, this was going to be fun. regardless of whether or not she would actually get along with her patrolmates, since she only knew them in passing. chances were, unless they could put up with a certain diva-esque attitude? it would be a no, on both ends. @Blissie Bliss @CheetahPelt @shortstack @Shimm

[happy413]

[FONT=""]Blizzardheart had been a bit delayed following the rest the patrol, she had just started eating a sizable rabbit when she had been summoned to go on patrol. Licking her lips, tufted ears burning slightly from embarrassment, the white-and-gray molly ran through the moorland folowing the rest of the patrol's scent trail. Blizzardheart managed to catch up with the other cats before they got too far. Unlike Hickorypaw, she made her presence known, clearing her throat politely.

"Pardon my lateness." the molly meowed in her usual formal amd brief manner. @MagicCat99 @Blissie Bliss @Lonestar23 (ahhh forgive me)[/FONT]

[happy413]

Blizzardheart had been a bit delayed following the rest the patrol, she had just started eating a sizable rabbit when she had been summoned to go on patrol. Licking her lips, tufted ears burning slightly from embarrassment, the white-and-gray molly ran through the moorland following the rest of the patrol's scent trail. Blizzardheart managed to catch up with the other cats before they got too far. Unlike Hickorypaw, she made her presence known, clearing her throat politely.

"Pardon my lateness." the molly meowed in her usual formal and brief manner.
@MagicCat99 @Blissie Bliss @Lonestar23 (ahhh forgive me)

[ameko]

Everything had become so boring! Same routine, over and over, and the days had started blurring together in a mess of memories. That one patrol Eveningpaw had been on was a delightful change of pace, but since then, she hadn't even seen her mentor, Summernight. How was she to become a warrior if there was no chance to train?

And it wasn't like she could just waltz out into the territory and do her own thing. There were rules against that. Or... something. Eveningpaw didn't remember. But more than the fear of punishment, there was nobody who wanted to go out of camp with her! Really, everyone was such a stick in the mud.

She paced back and forth outside the apprentices' den, the fur along her spine rippling. It took her a moment or two to work up the courage to enter that even more boring place.

With a great, dramatic sigh, Eveningpaw flopped onto a nest (was it even hers?) and rolled onto her back, dangling her paws in the air. "There's nothing to dooooo," she wailed.

@Lonestar23

[wren]

It was a pleasant day, the sun rather pale this last week decided to truly shine and peer through the grey clouds of leafbare. A pleasantly warm day brought cats sulking out of uncleaned dens, pitiful absolutely pitiful. The lack of activity of his clanmates lead him to believe twilightstar was actually just dragging around a bag of rocks. They did nothing, said nothing, well all except for Coldsong who couldn’t actually shut up. Though that didn’t help much either. Windclan was falling to pieces and he nor Mistyfern wasn’t really helping either. He could admit he was horribly lazy himself, but that’s what he was made into wasn’t he? Be a medicine cat without any herbs? That was just impossible to do. Unless you counted putting cobwebs on a horrible cough there wasn’t much he could do. He supposed he outta get misty to rest up before pushing him to get out of the den for the moonpool visit they’d discussed. A worry for another day.

He jerked out of his thoughts pressing on through the slushy snow that had become all dirtied- a result of paws trampling over it and tracking mud all over the place. Disgusting. He pawed his way toward what seemed like a suitable spot to take a seat- however much to the toms dismay is foot was seized by a particularly mucky hole. Oh joy.. now I’ve got to clean this off of myself before grabbing something to eat. How pleasant. Raising his paw with a snort he gave a gentle flick- enough to send mush flying towards lichenpaw unintentionally. He jerked his gaze up having caught a view of a particularly large piece of debre go flying in the young toms direction. “gee if you weren’t standing around here looking half dazed as a doormouse and did something useful maybe you wouldn’t get hit” the tabby grimaced at the sight of the apprentice pulling the exposed flesh of his jaw into a disgusted kind of look- however deformed he was you could really tell.

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[Breken]

Luna kept walking she needed to find a place to rest befor any cat she her and attack her again but Luna was being loud as she was walking in the snow that it could scare prey but she didn’t care she needed a place to rest her wounds and get her mind off of how breken betrayed her

[Fawn]

Roanfeather crept along the moor through the snowy patches and the dormant grass of leaf-bare, careful to keep her pawsteps light and her scent from being taken by wind. She was determined to catch something for the Clan; they were starving, and she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she sat around doing nothing while they wasted away. Her own well-being was a small price to pay. However, she didn't truly believe she could be in danger when she'd done this hundreds of times. Hunting solo had always felt more productive.

A flash of movement captured her attention, and she breathed in, immediately recognizing it: a hare. It must have left its burrow, which meant this was her chance to strike. On instinct, she darted from her crouched position and dashed toward the oblivious prey. But the hare wasn't the only oblivious one, as Roanfeather was entirely unaware of an additional presence on WindClan's moors.

@Shimm

[Wings]

Lynxstep padded into the den and over to her nest. The warmth of the nursery and smell of milk made her purr. She would be having her kits any day now and wanted her nest to be very comfortable. She poked the moss and feathers she had been carrying into the moss and started to mold the nest. After that, she laid down and put her head down. The bobtail purred at the thought of having kits of her own and fell into a pleasant sleep.

[lone]

Originally Posted by psyche

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Larksong slowly stepped out of the leader's den, just having completed her border patrol assessment and report to Twilightstar. She shook her head as the cold air brushed against her fluffy cheeks, instantly regretting not moping around Twlightstar's den for a little longer. At least it was warm in there, she thought with a huff, stretching out her cold limbs. First the entire patrol on the snow, and now I have to find something to do with myself before I freeze to death in camp, she thought, trotting towards the middle of camp.

She glanced around the camp, looking for something to do, or at least someone to talk to in order to take her mind off of the freezing cold. She noticed Dunepaw sniffing around the nursery, and slowly came up behind him, maybe even a little too quietly. She noticed that his gaze was a little out there, as if he was daydreaming about something. "What are you waiting for, the kits to invite you to a game of mossball?" she joked, giving the apprentice a kind smile.
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dunepaw
the tom jumped a little, as if the she-cat's voice had startled him much more than it should have—in all honesty, it had, but he wasn't planning on saying anything about that. smoothing his fur down as best he could, and trying to appear nonchalant about the whole thing, dunepaw offered up a smile instead. "not exactly," he mewed in response, with a short laugh. sure, he could see where she might think that—truth be told, dunepaw wouldn't have been opposed to a game of moss-ball, but that wasn't the important thing to remember here.

"what about you? waiting around to see if any of the queens need help, or just looking around?" the tom asked. it was a worthwhile question, he supposed, albeit one that probably wasn't polite by any standards—politeness was not dunepaw's area of expertise, not by any definition. still, he offered the she-cat another smile (as if that would make up for any rude remarks), and settled for giving his fur a couple of good licks before he re-initiated eye contact with her.

[Solstice_X]

Two things caught her attention. First, the mention of her name by the new deputy to lead a patrol herself. The second: that it was a border patrol towards Riverclan. Funny that, I see my old friend at a gathering and now I'm sent to patrol the border we share with her clan. She flicked her ears, Guess Starclan does have a funny way of doing things in time.

With her tail held at a moderate height, Silverminnow trotted to the center of the clearing and sat there with her paws neatly tucked under her. There was still a coldness in the ground that she didn't like. It made everything harder on the pads and was an ever-present sign that prey would mostly still be hiding. She kneaded her paws a bit at the frozen earth, waiting for the rest of her party.

"Are you going to call on the rest of the party?" Silverdust question, striding up to join her.

"By all means if you'd like to you can." She replied, her gaze drifting around the camp, "If they were attentive and wanted to go on a patrol, then Brindlejaw's summon would've been more than enough."

The blue-grey, more silvery grey, tom's muzzle twitched. Fair enough, but you've been given the role of patrol lead; you could at least call the rest of your patrol. But alas, he wasn't exactly going to say that out loud to the cat that had so gracefully and fairly mentored him. However, there was one thing he was going to do. "Wolfpaw, get over here! We're going on a patrol."

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