WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by CheetahPelt

She looked up at Badgerpaw. "Th-Thank you." She was visibly shaken but not hurt.

"Your welcomed" He said

[CheetahPelt]

Originally Posted by Fireleaf

"Your welcomed" He said

She shook bark chips from her fur and got up slowly, testing out to make sure nothing was broken

[Blazepaw]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

Pipitfeather felt a sudden nervousness but pushed it away. He couldn't be his normal socially awkward self when this little tom needed him. " I'm Pipitfeather, what might your name be? " The splotchy tom answered him. At the tom's next question he blinked. "I don't know where your mother is, did you get separated somehow?" He asked tilting his head again. What would the kit think of that? A strange cat offering to take him to WindClan camp before admitting he had no idea where it who his mother was. It was honestly pretty sad. Witch made this tom feel sorry for him.

@Fuzzyfeline

"If you're not mother, then where-" Clawsion paused to try and remember. He saw a queen and a tom running, him in the queens mouth. The queen was yowling at somthing, something he couldn't see, or remember. "I-I dont know.." He tried to stand but flopped to the ground and squealed. "My l-leg!"

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Cosmo

The tom had complete confidence in her, but despite that Weaselshade at once knew she was going to miss. He would decided not to speak, even though he didn't want her to embarrass herself. It was learning after all. Sometimes mentoring annoyed him so with the apprentices constantly pestering, and the fact he was now teaching a grown cat was a relief. When the molly tumbled the tom braced himself for her next words, expecting her to yell at him. She would probably say something that would surely get them into a large fight which would be very embarrassing if a cat was to walk by. Weaselshade was relieved when she said that it was hard. She could have said much worse. "You don't have to learn how to hunt, Fawnfern," There were notes of relief and annoyance in his voice, "It is your choice." The tom heard the whine in her voice and instead of being annoyed he just sighed. "I just thought you might want to learn."

That was the problem for her - she did want to learn, it was just frustrating because she never tried hunting before. She always scavenged for leftovers once the meal was taken down. She never...killed her own meal before. Murdering a life for food was horrid to her, but the natural instinct to kill was there. She was a cat. Her ancestors hunted, didn't they? She didn't think all her family had been kittypets, given that she knew them. She looked down at her paws, sheathing and unsheathing her claws as he tilted her head back up at him, her shoulders tensed for a moment. ''I want to learn, Weaselshade.'' She replied, genuinely wanting to be use to this clan she called home.It was easy for her to up and leave, but she didn't think she would survive out there long. She highly doubt that Weaselshade would let her take the kits...beside, the kits looked excited about becoming apprentices. It made her ears pin to her head. ''I know it take time and practice.'' She was rushing it, wanting to perfect the move on the first try. ''I don't think you were always the best hunter in the beginning, were you?'' She flicked her ears, curious to know his tale. She recalled that he told her that he wasn't a Windclan cat, only that he was raised here. She started to wonder more about him.

[Arie]

@Spikes @Fuzzyfeline

{I forgot what I replied with before you guys replies and I'm screwed. xD Forgot if Breeze got food or not. I'm a terrible person - and I have a few weird ideas so sorry xD I've gotten sunburned and gotten dust into my ears (here's a pic of what I've been doin Here - and I have a pretty disgusting picture of a really bad sunburn if ya wanna see xD}

Breezefeather relaxed on the ground he had laid down on. It was more soft than usual, he thought, but using burrows for den's wasn't comfortable at all. "What I meant with my statement... was that cats who have never been in a clan before, never known the rules, will be less likely to hold true to their promises, therefore we should indeed be aware of them." The tips of his ears flicked, the tips both softly sunburned from the harsh and unrelenting sun, and his long tail brushed up dust all around them and a pearl of laughter escaped the silver tom's throat as the others began sneezing. The dust, if lucky, would create a layer of light protection on his vulnerable parts, and he hoped the others would appreciate it, although it was an unconventional method that he had picked up. He wanted to keep lying down but he stood up and tipped his ears towards the freshkill pile. "Wouldn't it be... more conventional for the clan if we let them have the hare? We can share something smaller. I don't need a lot." He was unsure of eating. He knew if he ate too much he would end up puking his guts up and it wasn't something he wanted to do in the near presences of his new 'acquaintances'.

[atlas]

As adventurous as he was, Goldenkit still wouldn't stray far from his mother when they left the nursery. He made himself dizzy, eyes darting around from one thing to the next as he tried to take everything in all at once. Yet, sticking by her side seemed more important than exploring. All the sights and sounds never ceased to amaze the kit though, it didn't give the impression of mattering if he saw it everyday for the rest of his life, which was a veritable possibility. After tripping over his own paws, as his eyes felt like they were swirling around in his head, Goldenkit blinked several times, steadying himself to lift his gaze to his mother's, a hopeful look on his young face. "Will you share your prey with me today?" Nearly five moons old, Goldenkit was growing by the day, always eager to see, and sometimes experience new things, as well as constantly chattering about all the excitement of his apprenticeship. Who would his mentor be? How he couldn't wait to provide for the clan. Everything it involved seemed to ignite anticipation.

@Ombre Party

[Spikes]

( @Fuzzyfeline | @Arié Oof, it's fine. As far as I know, Breeze hasn't actually eaten anything yet. Thassa nice horse tho haha ^^ )

The russet and white tom watched in silence as Brezefeather relaxed himself in the dusty clearing, still somewhat bothered by his words. He'd noticed that the cream molly hadn't spoken up, either... Probably at a loss for words. Faith was fickle to some, and he hated those few that could flagrantly fling around their loyalty. How could he accept them if his clan had put in so much work for him, tried their best to train him even when he couldn't make the cut? It was like spitting in the face of your mother. Maybe Buttercup wasn't just thinking about Breezefeather, now. Maybe she had taken his own words to heart, too. Roansplash was a harsh tom, at least verbally. He didn't know how he could feel so ostracised and have such faith in his clan at the same time... maybe it was the muddle of cats around them. Some would love you, care for you and build your confidence... The others would knock it down with the subtlety of a tree-eater knocking down a forest. The roan tom looked back at the long-furred molly, noticing she'd caught his glance. She was looking at him. He really must've come off as harsh. Not sure how to react, he simply swallowed and squinted, quickly averting his gaze from hers.

"...You treat it like a thin line, Breezefeather. It's not that thin." Roansplash had no personal experience, but he knew what it was like to suddenly gain loyalty. To suddenly gain respect and trust, especially for other cats. The only times he'd ever socialised with the others, they showed him that he had their back. He hated them before, oh StarClan, did he hate them all before... but they were there for him. He couldn't hate any of them, now. He could distance himself, feel as if they're untrustworthy... But this was his Clan. No matter what they did, they were his clanmates... Until they deserted. Lost in his own realm of thought, he suddenly burst back into reality with an irritated nose, muzzle scrunching as he sneezed out the dust that the spotted tom had fluffed up into the air with his tail. What is he doing? with a final cough, he licked the remaining particles off of his muzzle, grimacing slightly. "I... won't even ask."

Unsure whether he should drop right to the ground and start giving himself a clean and some well-needed tlc, Breezefeather gave him an alternative, it seemed. The russet and white tom snorted slightly at his suggestion, thinking it was ridiculous. "Smaller than a hare? You'll need a whole warren of rabbits, let alone a single hare!" It was true. Green-leaf had given them the prey they needed, even if Roansplash was terrible at catching it, himself. Breezefeather looked like an elder that hadn't eaten for moons on end, and why the elder part might not have been true... "Start with the hare. You'll see."

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by CheetahPelt

She shook bark chips from her fur and got up slowly, testing out to make sure nothing was broken

"Are you ok?" He asked

[CheetahPelt]

Originally Posted by atlas

Once again Waspkit had managed to successfully land a series of movements on Goldenkit that landed him on top of the tom, which he would later blame on being recently awake and still uncoordinated due to remnants of sleep. Now, he pawed at the younger kits chest, groaning at his defeat. "How did you do that?"

"I know I'm not heavier than you, so I went fast so that you'd fall." He peered down at the other tom cat and giggled. "You look funny from this angle." He booped the tom on the nose with one paw and smiled.

[CheetahPelt]

Originally Posted by Fireleaf

"Are you ok?" He asked

"I'm a little shaken but I think I'm okay." Her eyes were wide, the whites clearly showing. Her fur was puffed out, her already fluffy tail was half the size of her body it was so puffed out, and it was clamped between her legs. But nothing was hurt.