WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by Ryder

“You’ve done well today, Harepaw. I hope in the future I can see more of this determination in further lessons.” Hawkfeather mentioned with a slight purr rumbling from him now as he lifted his head to peer up at the sky, which sported a deepened orange-hue that meant that nightfall was getting closer to being here. It seemed that the day had gone by so fast, but that was to be expected after all the training and touring that they had done for their first lesson together. The cold season was also almost here to their land, which meant the days would be much shorter from here on, but there was no trouble with that. “I think we could both use a nice warm moss nest to go back to right about now.” He said with a light chuckle as he finally started to continue forth through Windclan’s territory with his tail swishing behind him with every step that he took. Hawkfeather had to admit that the open plains did look rather beautiful at this time of the day with the peaceful breeze rolling over the tall grasses and the orange-hued sunlight covering the land that stretched out before the two cats. It was a sight worth noting without a doubt in his mind. The Chausie felt a sense of contentment and relaxation after all that running, now that they could both take it easy until tomorrow when they would head out again for their next lesson.

The gray furred apprentice followed his mentor though the long grass of Windclan. Down the well known trail to their peaceful camp. The hear he had successfully brought down was dangling in his jaws. He couldn't help but aimer the beautiful orange hued sky that grow darker by the heartbeat. As they slowly padded down the grassy path Hearpaw kept a few paw steps behind Hawkfeather. He wasn't being slow because he was to tiered but because he wanted to. Being praised by his mentor made him feel like a real part of windClan. If he could do a good enough job for Hawkfeather he could do it for his Clan! The thoughts of being allele to go out everyday and learn new things excited this newly made apprentice. Though he wished Patelkit had lived long enough to be a apprentice with him he stayed happy, knowing that his sister was up in StarClan watching his every step. Thank you for being with me the 4 moons we had. He silently thanked his green eyes shinning with memories. He sometime wished Patelkit was still alive but he knew whishing would do nothing but bring sorrow from unanswered wishes.

[Mango]

@Undercover (sorry this'll be a tad bit weird of a starter, Heatherkir wouldn't voluntarily speak to someone born as "low" as Sotosekit)
Heatherkit sashayed across the nursery, her head high she lifted her feet high she bumped into Sotosekit and kept walking sniffing I am scarred I touched a low-life not royal born kit...kill that kit Blazingstar

[sNazzy]

Originally Posted by Swiftheart

(Game idea)
Flightkit smiled,tossing some Moss at her sister,directly at her face.She made sure to stay next to the pile so she would have an advantage,but she forgot about the rest of the moss around the nursery,and instead of doing the wise thing and gathering all of the moss not in the nest,she guarded her little pile.

Silentkit just dodged the sprawling projectile and cuffed some side moss. Flinging it at her sister, the black kit decided to keep up this torrent. Piece after piece of scrappy little bits, she slowly ran out of moss. I should have thought ahead! Ugh! She made a mental note to keep up supplies in a moss battle. Silentkit decided to crouch behind a tuft of grass on the bare ground, exposed.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Zero to Hero

Surgestorm tilted his head, supressing a smile as she lied about wanting to help him collect herbs. "Well, where are you going then?" He asked, his tail tip twitching back and forth. The tom would usually have escorted her back to camp and let the leader know, but he decided just then that he would break the rules... just to teach her not to break them again. He wouldn't punish her in any bad way, of course, just enough to tell the leader that she should be off the hook. "I've got a task for you." The medicine cat smiled innocently at Oriolekit, his yellow eyes bright with amusement. He turned and began to walk in the other direction, knowing such an eagar kitten would follow him without question. She would probably thinking what a chump her medicine cat was, but little did she know what was in store for her... because Surge was running low on mouse bile.

Well, he had actually fallen for it. Oriolekit wasn't sure whether she should be happy or relieved. Obviously both, but which one of them should be the dominate one? Of course Oriolekit was a very proud cat, she didn't like being tricked or being wrong and therefor wanted to assume that she had actually tricked the medicine cat. But her plan to get back to camp had failed, so there was a reason to feel bad as well. Plus, what if Surgestorm could tell that she had been lying to keep herself out of trouble? That would mean she was in for something seriously bad. But, she didn't dare think about it for too long. She needed to stay and eager kit that she appeared to be either way. She was always excited, and eager, but she needed to pretend to be at the moment because her excitement was begging to waver.

[Static]

Originally Posted by Oshawott King

Silentkit just dodged the sprawling projectile and cuffed some side moss. Flinging it at her sister, the black kit decided to keep up this torrent. Piece after piece of scrappy little bits, she slowly ran out of moss. I should have thought ahead! Ugh! She made a mental note to keep up supplies in a moss battle. Silentkit decided to crouch behind a tuft of grass on the bare ground, exposed.

Flight kit shook the moss from her fur."I'm gonna get you now!" She meowed,trying to do silentkits tactic and repetidly throwing it,but it backfired on her and she just scattered her Moss around.She tried to gather some back up,but most of it was out of her reach.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Mayflower

Bump @woly ^^

¨you nervous? your stutters amuse me.¨ they tom replied cooly, in more of a purr then anything else. he kept walking, fluffy bent tail swaying slightly. he was selfish and full of himself, he liked it when people praised him. it brought a smile to his face. and so it did, he looked away from her, green eyes focusing on the trail ahead of him,¨its cute.¨ he mewed. he could only think about how fireflare was doing with his crush, fawnflower. had he succeeded? were they mates now? the thought made him bitter.

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Okapi

@Undercover (sorry this'll be a tad bit weird of a starter, Heatherkir wouldn't voluntarily speak to someone born as "low" as Sotosekit)
Heatherkit sashayed across the nursery, her head high she lifted her feet high she bumped into Sotosekit and kept walking sniffing I am scarred I touched a low-life not royal born kit...kill that kit Blazingstar

Setosekit's tail twitched slowly back and forth as she sat beneath the stretching branches of a great oak tree. Her paws tingled with curiosity as she spotted a female kit coming closer. Recognizing Heatherkit, the patient female narrowed her eyes slightly, the corner of her mouth curving down in a half frown. As the other female bumped into her own patched fur, Setosekit bounced to her paws. "Heatherkit," she meowed, facing the other feline opposite her. "Did you forget to apologize?

[graves]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

@woly

Training. Me, being trained by someone. I wonder how long it'll be till I snap on them and they ask to get a new apprentice. Thought Egretpaw with an inward smirk as he made his way to the training moor. Whether his name had spread through the camp or not, it was pretty obvious to the cats that had met him that he was about as bonkers as one could get without being totally incoherent. Egretpaw knew what he was doing, he relished knowing that he hurt others, loved to see the tears and sometimes even blood if they didn't move out of the way in time. Most of the time though, he didn't physically hurt others unless he was pushed to anger, though that was fairly easy to do. The young white tom is what is known as an explosive psychopath. His anger was wild and sudden and he didn't really think when he was angry, it was afterwards when he was able to think. It was like a red haze covered his eyes and brain, making him sort of black out for a minute as the anger took control over him. Then he just cleaned up the mess afterward.
Maybe his mentor had heard about it, maybe not. And if not, he would soon find out what kind of cat Egretpaw was, fairly quickly. Then again, he didn't know much about his mentor either so this would be interesting regardless.

spireflare sighed. this was his last apprentice until he moved on from this place. the thought made him smile honestly. he could feel his brothers throat under his claws, hear the tear in his throat,the claw in between his toes. the feeling of wind in his fur as he would run far, far away away from this place. away from his past, away from clan rules, away from dumbass leaders. but, he was here for now. tending to the knowledge of some kit. he padded into the training moor, ginger fur slightly ruffled up from his patrol before this. he was bigger then most windclan cats, not having the thin and skinny build, but muscular and broad; like a shadowclan cat. he had scars painted all over his body, it was obvious he was hotheaded. anyways, he padded inside, eyes in slits. he honestly wanted to get this over with.

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Zero to Hero

Surgestrom seemed to relax at Setosekit's answer, and met her gaze steadily now that he didn't have to search for anything wrong with the other feline. He was always tense when the kits of his clan were injured, not liking to see anybody, especially those so young, in pain. "I see," He meowed, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards into a goofy smile. It wasn't too often that he had kits come visit him for the fun of it, so Setosekit showing up for just a conversation and to learna few things made Surgestorm more happy than she would probably realize. He tended to get really lonely nowadays, so it was nice to have other people around.
The medicine cat followed her gaze to the bundle of herbs he had tossed toward his herb storage. "Oh," He meowed, actually having to take a few seconds to remember. "Uh, that is a bundle of marigold." The ebony tom stood and shuffled over to the small pile, gesturing for Setosekit to follow him. Once she had followed him, careful paws unwrapped the outer layer of the bundle to reveal the herbs that laid inside. "See? Little yellow flowers," He meowed, pointing one extended claw. "I use every little part of this plant to help heal our clanmates."

Setosekit nodded, tail twitching slowly from its place over per paws. Her sharp gaze followed his lean form as he retrieved his herb bundle. Flicking one of her black and orange ears, the she-cat blinked and leaned in closer. Didn't he want her to follow him? Assuming yes, the female got to her paws and made her way toward the backer edge of the cave. The young kit's nose twitched as the Sharon scent of many herbs filled her nose. It was definitely stronger back where the light didn't reach as strongly. It didn't bother her, though. I like this den. Setosekit thought as she lifted one paw far to keep from crushing a rather dry looking leaf. She assumed it had been bright green at one time. Nearing Surgestorm, she stood at his shoulder and looked closer at the bundle.

Bright eyes alert, despite the morning hour, Setosekit perked her ears, listening to him speak. See? Little yellow flowers. I use every little part of this plant to help heal our clanmates. The female kit smiled a little as she looked over the flowers. She she liked how he said our clanmates. It was true, even though they were his clanmate she much longer than they were hers. Nonetheless, they were all related, when it came down to it. "What do you use the petals for?" She asked. Personally, she would like to have played with them. Maybe practice hunting them until she could go out of the WindClan camp and actually stalk real, living, breathing prey. But, Setosekit knew that if the medicine cat use drugs it to heal their clanmates, than she need not dirty them. They might not be able to be used, for all she knew. @Zero to Hero

[graves]

Originally Posted by goose

[ sorry for the length djftj i'm trying for a low-effort style to help out my muse ]

the force of his blow sent cuckoosnarls right back. wheezing, he looked back up at his mate; had larksnarl really just done that? had he really just hit him? the coppery tang of blood wafted towards his nose, despite what little amount of it had passed from his wound.

that didn't matter, though. the fact that lark had touched in the first place did.

obedience training had gotten the lanky tom nowhere, it seemed. cuckoosnarl used to see himself as merciful. he'd always given larkfall chance after chance, time to let him rest before the next heresy slipped onto his tongue. he'd never thought of intentionally killing him (or so cuckoosnarl said,) and the calico thought to treat him like this? had it really happened, or had he just eaten some bad prey?

he snarled, "look at what you've done. do you really think you're in a place to tell me what to do? i could split you open here and now for that utter disrespect." falling quiet, merely digging his claws further into the moor's sandy floor, cuckoosnarl said in a hoarse whisper, "apologise."

larkfall stared at him wide eyed, just as shocked at cuckoo from what he did. he saw him stare at him, for a moment, larkfall felt nothing but guilt. he had just touched him. he was no better then him. he looked down at his paws, one paw having a hue of red by his toe--where he supposed he broke skin. the pure white fur was now tainted. he stared up at his mate, green eyes full of both fear and tears. he expected him to cower but larkfall didnt. he shook, body racking slightly as he took a step back,not one faltering and going back into his submissive position low to the ground.
¨no.¨