WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[FuzzyRatto]

Originally Posted by Alexcentri

"Go for it, I'm not going to attack you right now, I'll just defend. Make sure your claws are sheathed though, I don't want any accidental scratches today!" Blackwing crouched into a defensive stance, keeping himself fairly low to the ground. He wasn't a fan of fighting, but it was necessary for survival, and he'd teach it as best he could to his apprentice!

Curlpaw crouched as well. "Okay, so... Swat! Uh... Kick!" As he said the moves he did them. "...Tail thwap to the eyes!"

[lucidense]

Dawnkit soomed to zoom forward, feeling her heart leap as she stepped forward. With effort, she kept herself steady. She looked at her friends, smiling. It's actually happening!

[Puddle~]

Puddlekit perked up his ears as his name was called, his eyes twinkling with excitement. This was it! He had been turned six moons old a few days ago, so the ceremony was perfect timing for him. He smiled warmly at his friends and ran up to Twilightstar. They were all becoming apprentices at the same time, just as they had hoped!

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by .Bread.

Snailkit watched Mooselily’s stance. She crouched down as well, and tried to copy it as best she could, but she was a bit off. Her legs did not stretch that far and she wasn’t quite ready-looking. This is a bit harder then I thought, the young kit said to herself. Snailkit looked up at Mooselily. ”What if I can never master this? Even when I’m a warrior?” she panicked. Then the kit sighed and thought that she was just over exaggerating. I’ll get this someday, Snailkit said as she was ready to try again.

"You're still young darlin'. You'll get it someday." Mooselily assured, giving the small she-cat a pat on her head with her tail. She then leaned down closer to her, giving a tilt of her head. "How about you try that one more time? I'll come around and shift your position so that you can get a grasp on what a proper hunting crouch is supposed to feel like."

[Doom]

Things had been going well the past few days – he's been training hard with Yewpaw, the Clan had seemed to be recovering slowly, and he had the luxury to take down an entire coyote.

Coldsong wanted to keep the good streak going, so early in the morning, he centered himself in the clearing and called out. "YEWPAW! TURNIPLEAF! Join me for a hunting patrol!"

[ @shortstack @Dipper ]

[Polaris]

Heatherkit stepped forward, feeling in his bones that this was what he was meant to do. He looked up at the leader, determination shining in his eyes. He was ready to become an apprentice.

[Fawn]

A crisp spring morning was the ideal time for a patrol, but then again to Turnipleaf, anytime was a good patroltime. They were already on their way out of the warriors' den when they heard Coldsong's yowl, unfazed by the volume as they approached. Sliding their gaze to the apprentice, they supposed that meant they wouldn't be hunting anything dangerous this time -- not that coyotes liked mornings much. "Yes, a patrol," they meowed in replacement of a greeting, a slow smile coming to their muzzle. "A warmup for the rest of the patrols we'll be doing today." Since they doubted there'd be any sent out, their lackluster view of authority coming to taint their perception of a concerning patrol frequency.

@Fae @shortstack

[Starfall]

He was already seated in ththe clearing, fur as cleanly groomed as he could get it. Once his name was called he picked himself up and skipped forwards a little before sitting himself back down. A bright smile plastered on his face.

He did his best to focus on Twilightatar, Black blobs and transparent strangers walking in front of his view. He wa beginning to get annoyed as one just decided to stand there. Peonykit let out a small annoyed hiss. How was no one else annoyed by them? He’d have to ask how his clanmates just ignored them at another time.

[Bread]

Snailkit was so happy! She scurried over to Twilightstar in an instant as her name was called. She never felt so ready in her life to do something. She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

[Mango]

Basilkit bounded forward not caring how kit-like she was acting.