WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Heatherkit glanced down at Setosekit,” Oh... Sorry I normally don’t speak to lowly kits like you.” She meowed in a rather prude tone as if she were a queen and Setosekit was a pesent she clearly thought it, though she pursed her lips slightly trying to act as if she was innocent.

Setosekit rolled her eyes; Heatherkit could be such a stuck-up prickleball! Flicking her tail, the she-cat gave a wry smile. "No offense," she meowed, allowing dry amused creep into her voice. "But last I looked, you were a kit as well." Setosekit could tell that the other kit though of herself as better than her, but she wouldn't let her annoyance show. Well, not that much, anyways.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Undercover

Setosekit rolled her eyes; Heatherkit could be such a stuck-up prickleball! Flicking her tail, the she-cat gave a wry smile. "No offense," she meowed, allowing dry amused creep into her voice. "But last I looked, you were a kit as well." Setosekit could tell that the other kit though of herself as better than her, but she wouldn't let her annoyance show. Well, not that much, anyways.

She smirked,” Well...you can’t be born higher than being born to Onyxwhisper or Blazingstar yourself. Onyxwhisper is my uncle.” Her eyes twinkled in pride for Onyxwhisper

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Aleka

Siennakit looked around in boredom, her fluffy tail flicking once. Since her adopted father, Pewterbranch, was out just doing... warrior duties, that left her basically alone. There was always Mothkit, but the male kitten was just honestly, just kind of boring to be around. They really weren't anything alike, and she just didn't feel like talking to him right now anyways. Besides, she couldn't see him. There were other plenty of other kits around her, but the young molly just didn't feel like introducing herself to them. She shivered once, before righting herself.
What if she did something wrong? If she appeared too lazy and awkward because of her slightly slouching spine, and when she tried to fix it, then it looked like she was purposely trying to hold a high posture, and then she would appear too uptight. Having all those thoughts run through her mind, it just made her wonder, Ugh, why can't I just be relatively normal? Of course, she was well aware that there must be other cats in WindClan that were both socially awkward, and was constantly worried what others thought of her.

@Undercover

Setosekit sat in the shadows of the hursery den, watching the rest of the clan talk and do normal clan stuff. She liked to just sit and observe her clanmates a small they chatted. Although she wasn't currently socializing herself, the small kit cod learn a lot by just observing. Flicking her patchy tail, the female fixed her luminescent gaze on a small form opposite her; Siennakit. Yes, that was her name. Deciding to say hi, Setosekit slowly got to her paws, flexing her claws in and out. With a half-smile pasted on her slender maw, the female padded over to the other kit, her pace even and sure. "Hello Siennakit." She meowed sincerely, dipping her black and orange head slightly in greeting. The female tapped the ground next to Siennakit with her tail and blinked. "Mind if I sit here?"

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Okapi

She smirked,” Well...you can’t be born higher than being born to Onyxwhisper or Blazingstar yourself. Onyxwhisper is my uncle.” Her eyes twinkled in pride for Onyxwhisper

((Haha, lol. I just realized she was in three places at once. No, four. Twice in the clearing and in the medicine cat den and the nursery ))

Setosekit sat down in front of the other she-cat and flicked one black ear. "Well," she replied, eyes clear and bright. "You weren't actually born to them, so how can you be so-called higher ranked than myself?" Setosekit definitely wasn't born to Blazingstar or any other high-positioned cat. Heck, she hadn't even talked to one. Well, except for Surgestorm's. She liked the Medicine Cat; he didn't mind teaching her about herbs and stuff. She found it interesting. Flicking her tail, Setosekit licked a small paw and drew it over her whiskers, a nonchalant, relaxed, and carefree action.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Undercover

((Haha, lol. I just realized she was in three places at once. No, four. Twice in the clearing and in the medicine cat den and the nursery ))

Setosekit sat down in front of the other she-cat and flicked one black ear. "Well," she replied, eyes clear and bright. "You weren't actually born to them, so how can you be so-called higher ranked than myself?" Setosekit definitely wasn't born to Blazingstar or any other high-positioned cat. Heck, she hadn't even talked to one. Well, except for Surgestorm's. She liked the Medicine Cat; he didn't mind teaching her about herbs and stuff. She found it interesting. Flicking her tail, Setosekit licked a small paw and drew it over her whiskers, a nonchalant, relaxed, and carefree action.

She smirked,” My father, Turkeybrest might not have any blood relationship with the leader, deputy, or medicine cat. But my mother, Briarsong is the sister to Onyxwhisper.” She smirked. I may be exaggerating it, she’s three generations down...oh well. (she’s not lying, just exaggerating. She’s Onyxwhisper’s sister 3 times removed)

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Okapi

She smirked,” My father, Turkeybrest might not have any blood relationship with the leader, deputy, or medicine cat. But my mother, Briarsong is the sister to Onyxwhisper.” She smirked. I may be exaggerating it, she’s three generations down...oh well. (she’s not lying, just exaggerating. She’s Onyxwhisper’s sister 3 times removed)

Setosekit frowned upon hearing the name. Turkeybreast? What was a turkey? Knowing that Heatherkit would probably know what a turkey was, Setosekit decided to ask her. Maybe she won't be so cheeky in replying. "What's a turkey?" The she-cat asked, eager for an answer, despite the cat who would give it. After a moment, she added, "Briarsong's a nice name. What do you think your warrior name will be?"

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Undercover

Setosekit frowned upon hearing the name. Turkeybreast? What was a turkey? Knowing that Heatherkit would probably know what a turkey was, Setosekit decided to ask her. Maybe she won't be so cheeky in replying. "What's a turkey?" The she-cat asked, eager for an answer, despite the cat who would give it. After a moment, she added, "Briarsong's a nice name. What do you think your warrior name will be?"

“ A turkey is a fat bird that can’t fly.” She put her chin up as if Setosekit was foolish,” I’m going to be deputy. But my warrior name for the moon or two I mentor an apprentice must be Heatherheart for my compassionate heart.” She smirked,” I assume you’ll be Setosedirt or Setoseworm?”

[Role]

( @Undercover )

Willowkit bounced up to the Breezerock as she was called. This was the moment she had been waiting for! Her eye scanned the clearing for Eburneanpaw, hoping she could see her friend. For once she did not care how her lazy eye looked. She would not let that spoil one of the best days of her life. Grinning, the kit spun to face Blazingstar. Worry for her leader made her pelt pick with unease. Willowkit had heard rumors about Blazingstar losing a life at the Gathering. Poor Blazingstar! she thought. That must be scary! Willowkit's attention was brought back to reality as she was called forward. Her tail tip trembled as she was renamed. It was a quirk of hers. In fact, she had many quirks. From trilling to bouncing around, Willowkit was an excitable kitten. Willowkit, now Willowpaw, kneaded her claws on the ground as Blazingstar wrapped up the ceremonies. When it was finished, Willowpaw springed down from the Breezerock, and bounded into the clearing. "I'm an apprentice!" The apprentice bounced in a circle before searching for Eburneanpaw and Ebonyleaf

[rubinaito]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

@Rubinaito

Within the time the battle had started and stopped, Blazingstar had lost yet another life. It was not good to lose two in such a short amount of time, but there was nothing he could've done to change anything. The battle was not his fault, in fact it was a surprise. He didn't think the Dusk Syndicate could ever be such a problem, but now he understood why Skyclan had always been so hostile towards them. However, it was all done now. They were disbanded and now the clans simply had to drive the rouges off the territories. It was simple enough unless they decided to reunite with each other. Even then, the clans would drive them away. It was clear the group was weak anyways. That didn't matter now. The ginger leader was headed back towards the camp in that moment. He was hurting still. Limping on his left side. There was four claw marks on the left side of his neck and it made his shoulder and down ache on that side. It was all apart of the battle though. However, those were the wounds that took his life. Hades was the name he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

Rosethorn walked nearby, the rose-colored molly looking over at the leader with concern and worry. She moved closer, brushing up against him in a silent offer for him to lean on her and allow her to take some of his weight, hopefully to keep some of the pain off of his injured side. Her blue eyes were cloudy, the pools filled with mixed emotions; regret, for not being able to get to Blazingstar in time; hatred for the former Dusk Syndicate, especially Hades; concern and worry for the tom limping beside her, whom would be dead had he not been a leader; uncertainty for how her clanmates would receive her, with her Dusk Syndicate background and the recent attack; and finally, utter fear for Blazingstar's mental and physical health, having lost two lives within the span of only a few days. She rose her eyes to look over at the horizon, pausing ever so slightly to watch the sun peek over the horizon and send rays of pink and orange across the sky, a spectacular show of color that sent relief through Rosethorn. She was thankful to be alive after such an intense battle so that she could continue seeing the beautiful sunrises and sunsets that she had taken for granted. A heavy sigh escaped her maw and she turned back to look at Blazingstar, her footsteps heavy and her demeanor quiet. "So many clan lives." She murmured, her voice hushed. "So many new stars in the sky." She looked at him, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed into his deep brown eyes. Once more she was reminded why she had such an intense love for the tom; not because of his status or his looks, but because of his liveliness and personality which seemed drained from him at the moment. Rosethorn looked away, forcing herself to keep her mouth shut. Blazingstar didn't need a declaration of love and admiration at that moment; he needed comfort and a steady shoulder to support his injured side. "We're almost there." She spoke softly, looking at the camp entrance, still a good distance away but visible nevertheless. The silence continued for a few more moments before she looked at him again. "What are you thinking?"

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Weaselshade was out of breath by the time he reached the nursery. He wanted to make sure that he checked on Thea every day or every other day, and he had a patrol in a few minutes, so had gone as fast as he could to reach the nursery. When he entered, it seemed like a perfectly normal day to him, as though he was going to be there for a little while and leave. But what he saw shocked him. Lying in front of Thea were three kits. Small and skinny as they were at birth, but each of them beautiful. When Weaselshade reached Thea's side, he asked "Did you name them yet?" Though he appeared as if he didn't care, Weaselshade desperately wanted the answer to be no. He wanted to name at least one of the kits. He would let her name the other two, he just wanted to name one. To Weaselshade patrols no longer mattered, nothing else in the world did. Only the kits. The whole world could be calling his name and he wouldn't care. Only the kits mattered. They were beautiful, every one of them, to him, there could be nothing more beautiful than them. Their small colorful bodies, one of them dark, against his siblings light cream and white streaks. One of them fluffy, like him, while the other two's fur seemed short. Two of them looked like their mother, one looked like him, but that didn't matter either. Because all of them were special. All of them were beautiful. All of them were perfect.

The unnamed kit who had a good side and a bad side even at birth, did not take kindly to being jostled around. She knew that the one doing it was right beside her, so she pushed up against him. She needed space and warmth as well as he. That was something he needed to understand. She did not take kindly to his ways.

Originally Posted by Crybaby (At the Disco)

(hhh trying to remember what the hec Clearkit looked like...hh smol Thea)

The unnamed she-kit, with a whitish pelt resembling her mother, was clearly not standing up for herself much. She let the unnamed tom push her aside, but continued to suckle, not wanting to seem totally helpless. She squeaked occasionally, her eyes shut tight and ears pinned down. Warmth seeped into her pelt, both from her mother and her siblings, and tiny purrs vibrated from her throat. She was content, despite being slightly pushed by the tom-kit, though a bit confused to where she was.

Humming ever so softly, the drained new mother continued to gently nose her newborns, feeling the tickle on her nose from their shaded pelts. One of the kits looked like her, albeit a lot darker than her appearance. Instead of her light creamy pelt, the Tom kit obtained more of a chocolate-drop coloring. Nonetheless, he looked mighty handsome, but only if he could act that way. Thea tried to soothingly lick her antic son to calm him down, but he continued to thrash around and try to dominate his sisters. The queen's eyes than caught hold on a little light fawn colored she kit. Though tiny, Thea immediately caught on that this little girl was, indeed, Weaselshade's daughter. She could had been the complete doppelgänger of her old man. It made Thea's heart churn for a second as she stared at her second eldest. Almost like...his little silhouette. Then, Thea's eyes rested on her own little doppelgänger. The smallest of the bunch, and a pelt color that blended in with Thea's own creamy luxury. Was this...was this how motherhood first started? When you nursed your own kits, and hearing their little squeaks of protest? The feline laid her head down, shifting her position a bit to give her daughters' more access to milk since their brother was being a little devil. She was ready to lull to bed, but a rushing sound made her ears perk. So, she lifted her head m, unconsciously drawing her tail to wrap around her kittens in case it was a threat. Instead, it was the father of her kittens, so Thea relaxed, gazing down at her little ones and loosely unwrapping her tail from them so Weaselshade could have a better look at them. Thea wasn't even looking at the Tom, she was too caught with her three miracles. "...no, I waited for you," she replied, rather dreamily as she nosed the little she kit at the end. Thea already had plenty of inspirations for names, and she was ready to give them their names, but since this was a joyous day - for the both of them - Thea looked up at the male, her eyes large rounded moons of glistening sparkles. "Did you have any ideas?" Her voice was hushed, almost whispering like it was a secret only the two of them could handle. That was already bad enough, the molly was emotional during her entire term, and now that her term was over with - she was still emotional! Maybe, it was because she was extremely drained of energy, and simply wanted to sleep. So, she laid her head down once again, and slithered her blue gaze to the Tom, expectantly. .

If the other kit wanted to push on him, you best believe this unnamed Tom kit was gonna retaliate. With little force, as he wasn't a strong one, but he was ferocious - in the womb, and out. These new surroundings...this new comfort, it was considered overwhelming to him. He needed space. All the space he could get, and these other two disasters weren't needed. Since, he was practically still a newborn; considered harmless, he continued to lash around. He squeaked in protest. Whenever he felt his mother's nose sliding soothingly against his fur, it calmed him down, only a tiny bit, but he immediately went back to squeaking whenever that comfort left and was shared equally among his sisters.