WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Madelaine]

Originally Posted by PotaDOS

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Snailpaw sat in the clearing, her ears twitched as she heard her clanmates voices. The apprentice looked around the camp with her eyes. She had a deformitie in her face to where one eye was lower then the other and her nose was tiny. A lot of cats loved to talk with her and she loved it when they did. Snailpaw waited patiently for a cat to come over and start a conversation with her.

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[Aquilex]

Originally Posted by .:Virgo:.

(Fuzzypaw OPEN)
The fluffy apprentice flounced back into camp, her fluffy fur puffed out so she looked kind of like a cloud. Fuzzypaw held a neatly killed vole in her jaws to put on the fresh kill pile or give to the elders. She stopped at the fresh-kill pile to drop it, and then looked about the camp. The silvery tabby smiled at the now snow-free clearing and territory. Fuzzypaw then shook the collected dew on her pelt and started grooming herself.

Dappledfox stretched casually in the warm sunlight, his bright green eyes glistening and the tip of his long tail flicking back and forth. His white legs and underbelly remained dry in comparison to the red and black dappled fur of his upper-pelt, since he was stretched out on his back. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Fuzzypaw dropping her kill in the pile of prey. "Great catch!" He called with an approving glance at the catch.

[tye]

Originally Posted by Five

@Vermin

Beetlebrook's nose wrinkled in disgust, still adamant that his mother would never have associated with such an arrogant fool, let alone allow him to bestow upon her a quite frankly ridiculous nickname. Mastoff could fairly easily get under his skin, wriggling around and poking wounds that were too fresh to be healed by the test of time. "And so what if I wasn't alive then?" He spat furiously, his voice thundering and unusually loud, "I don't think you understand, old man. My mother has not cared for any tom except me for as long as I've been living and breathing - I'm certain you have never crossed her mind since. In comparison to me, you are but a mangy old rogue, uncared for and forgotten." Beetlebrook fumed, huffing and puffing with unconcealed anger. Beetlebrook knew that, ever since his father had abandoned Twigstep, she had never truly loved anyone but himself since. Sure, she hadn't lost her kind demeanour towards others, however the passionate spark she once held had all but vanished.

Beetlebrook squashed the earth under his feet, Mastoff getting on his last nerve. "Pathetic, you can't even look after yourself," He snorted, no longer wanting to be the tom's babysitter, "Even with my hospitality, you just can't stop taking, can you? I pity anyone that has to cross paths with you." He snapped angrily, nostrils flaring. At this rate, he'd never get back to his mother on time, and she'd be worried sick. The tom turned to Mastoff with a glare, "If you aren't gone by Dawn, you'll never leave this territory again." He warned, tail lashing from side to side.

Many years of slanderous words easily brushed over his pelt yet this one definitely took a nasty snag. The last fuming argument clashed with hurt feelings was in his youth days. Claws dug deep into the ground, his eyes blazed in anger yet no words escaped his ruthless mouth. Why am I heated over this bug-eyed fool? Few deep breaths didn't wash over the skin piercing insults he threw at him, making the old tom even more upset. Mastoff snorted loudly, keeping up his mocking gaze regardless of it slowly cracking, pieces falling off showing pure melancholic mien. "You're pretty good stating the obvious, huh." The brown tom turned away for a few seconds to regain his posture. If he steps on this little insect feelings some more then he'll just kick him out. In and out goes his deep breathes before facing the fuming warrior again. Before uttering a word, he watched till the black feline reel down his rage meter. "Feel better now?" he said flatly with a deadpan face. "All this yellin', you done scared every animal here. How am I suppose to find food now?" Mastoff didn't bother sticking his tail into the Twiggy, Twigstep, or whatever argument. All he did was shrug and simply said, "Before flapping your mouth, ask her 'bout it," about us, he said in thoughts. "Or not, don't care anymore." Mastoff turned tail to a flat stone angled above the tall grass that's only a few steps far.

He walked away only disappearing behind the greens to see him jump up easily onto the rock and laid down with a relaxed sigh. "Gotcha', gotcha'" he flickered his ears dismissively, stubby tail twitched. "Taking is what got me so far livin' in the slums, something you will never understand, forest cat." So snappy. I wonder where he got the crappy attitude from. Surely not Twiggy. " If thats all ya gotta say then go back to ya' parents, scrap."

[Aroogi]

Topazkit gave a loud yawn, standing up and stretching, his tiny legs quivering with the effort. He got up and blinked. He strutted around his family importantly. He gave Runningkit a sharp nudge.

"Runningkit," he mewed, with an edge of faked exasperation. "We are 3 whole moons old now. We have to get up later. We aren't a moon old anymore!" He walked away from her and gave Drizzlekit and Smallkit the same sharp nudge, saying how much older they were and how they should be getting up earlier, almost as early as Duskmoon did. "Guys! WAKE UPPPP!" He mewed louder, gazing at his siblings sleeping forms.

@TawnyNeedsACoffee @Lilyfur2 @Rosemew @Morgan @Crystalwhisker

(We gotta rp these guys more often jesum perokies !! :O)

[Five]

@Vermin

For a brief, fleeting moment, Beetlebrook thought he had finally conveyed his message to the tom. Though, it turned out to be a hopeless belief, for the contemplative silence was soon broken by another flurry of insults that ripped through Beetlebrook's skin like barbed wire. "Oh, so now you act like an adult?" The Windclan cat laughed drily, "And all because you won't have something to eat." He added bitterly. Beetlebrook hadn't eaten anything since his small breakfast earlier that morning, and though he now felt a pang of hunger clutch at his stomach, it was quickly replaced with the twisting, burning heat of annoyance that seared his insides, one which pulsed white-hot through his veins. "I'm glad you don't care, because I don't either, and that means I don't have to tell Twigstep what a complete and utter disappointment you've turned out to be. As naive as her trust may have been, I can't imagine the look on her face once she realises how truly vile you are." Beetlebrook argued back, watching Mastoff retreat to a flat stone slab.

Beetlebrook was close to abandoning him, for he was spouting useless information like a dam burst open, though his parting comment had riled him up more than he'd liked to admit. "Have you not got it through that thick skull of yours? Parent," Beetlebrook hissed, "I have one parent, not two, one." He didn't feel like spewing out his life story for all to see, but it irritated him to no end that Mastoff assumed that he had a perfect family life, free of hardship, just because he lived in the forest and not in the city.

[Zath]

@Rosemew (He's an anxious bby. Be warned)
Hawkshade stared at the ground, digging his claws in and out of the dirt in front of him.
In, breath in. Out, breath out. It was how his mentor had taught him to calm his nerves, but Hawkshade was starting to doubt the methods power.
He began dragging his claws down the dirt, watching the lines appear with a strange, almost possessed intensity. Line after line, golden eyes focused.
He did not notice when a cat sat near him, at least not until the tip of a tail brushed one of his precious lines, causing it to disappear.
Along with his thinly stretched sanity.
Hawkshade sputtered, furiously wiping away all the lines and turning to the culprit furiously, ready to yell.
"You- you ruined it! You ruined my- my ritual! It was, they were perfect!" he hissed. A tiny voice told him that he could have easily re-drawn it, but it was too late. He could feel the spacious clearing closing in on him, his chest feeling tight and eyes burning. The wave of anxiety and shame causing his head to spin and thoughts going into a tornado.
"You- you know? It's okay! I- I can do something else! It's fine! I'm-I'm good." he whispered, his facial expression close to panic. His eyes were screaming that he needed comfort. Assurance that he was indeed okay.
(Cream, please come save the poor bby.)

[versailles]

Originally Posted by Zath

@Rosemew (He's an anxious bby. Be warned)
Hawkshade stared at the ground, digging his claws in and out of the dirt in front of him.
In, breath in. Out, breath out. It was how his mentor had taught him to calm his nerves, but Hawkshade was starting to doubt the methods power.
He began dragging his claws down the dirt, watching the lines appear with a strange, almost possessed intensity. Line after line, golden eyes focused.
He did not notice when a cat sat near him, at least not until the tip of a tail brushed one of his precious lines, causing it to disappear.
Along with his thinly stretched sanity.
Hawkshade sputtered, furiously wiping away all the lines and turning to the culprit furiously, ready to yell.
"You- you ruined it! You ruined my- my ritual! It was, they were perfect!" he hissed. A tiny voice told him that he could have easily re-drawn it, but it was too late. He could feel the spacious clearing closing in on him, his chest feeling tight and eyes burning. The wave of anxiety and shame causing his head to spin and thoughts going into a tornado.
"You- you know? It's okay! I- I can do something else! It's fine! I'm-I'm good." he whispered, his facial expression close to panic. His eyes were screaming that he needed comfort. Assurance that he was indeed okay.
(Cream, please come save the poor bby.)

Creamleap had padded her way into the clearing, a tom scratching the dirt caught her eye. Walking over, she sat down near him, careful not to sit on the circle. She watched curiously as he circled around slightly to complete it. Her tail flicked slightly, almost as if bad luck was on her side, it messed up the circle. Mentally cursing herself, her fur bristled as the tom angrily turned to her, sputtering out words. Immediately, Creamleap started to feel guilty. "I-I'm so sorry! Really Sorry..I didn't mean to! I..I can help you do it again!" She stammered out, the cream molly backing away a bit, ears folded back slightly. "Are you sure? Still, I'm really sorry...but um..your rituals don't make much sense to others." Cream said, still feeling somewhat guilty as she saw the tom close to having what she saw as a panic attack.

"But, if it really alms you down, I can try and help you make new ones!" She said, giving a small smile as she slowly flicked her tail. Creamleap silently hoped he wouldn't yell again, or start panicking. She had no experience with that, not even knowing what to do when a cat would cry. "I'm..uh.. I'm Creamleap." the cream tabby mix hesitantly introduced herself, green gaze on the ground.

[Zath]

Originally Posted by Rosemew

Creamleap had padded her way into the clearing, a tom scratching the dirt caught her eye. Walking over, she sat down near him, careful not to sit on the circle. She watched curiously as he circled around slightly to complete it. Her tail flicked slightly, almost as if bad luck was on her side, it messed up the circle. Mentally cursing herself, her fur bristled as the tom angrily turned to her, sputtering out words. Immediately, Creamleap started to feel guilty. "I-I'm so sorry! Really Sorry..I didn't mean to! I..I can help you do it again!" She stammered out, the cream molly backing away a bit, ears folded back slightly. "Are you sure? Still, I'm really sorry...but um..your rituals don't make much sense to others." Cream said, still feeling somewhat guilty as she saw the tom close to having what she saw as a panic attack.

"But, if it really alms you down, I can try and help you make new ones!" She said, giving a small smile as she slowly flicked her tail. Creamleap silently hoped he wouldn't yell again, or start panicking. She had no experience with that, not even knowing what to do when a cat would cry. "I'm..uh.. I'm Creamleap." the cream tabby mix hesitantly introduced herself, green gaze on the ground.

Hawkshade looked up at the she-cat, his golden eyes gleaming with unshed tears. He blinked them back, trying to silence the earsplitting ring in his ears. He hated when he got like this, cursing the anxious behavior his mother tried to stamp out of him.
He shuffled his paws, then stiffened as if he had gotten a harsh, invisible hit with a paw.
"Creamleap? That's um.. that's a pretty name." he whispered.
He flinched as if he had been hit again. His mother's cool, honey laced with venom voice came rushing back.
"oh darling, stop stuttering. Clan leaders do not stutter! Quit shuffling your paws! Are you a mewling kit or are you a warrior, Sweetheart?"
"Stop crying, Sweet One. Do you have ambition, or are you just bidding your sweet, non-important time?!"
even when his entire body ached and he was seeing stars, she was as unforgiving as a flash flood. Destroy the competition.
Hawkshade gave a shuddering sigh, ribs loosening their claw-like grip on his lungs. She was gone. He couldn't be hit by a harsh paw or given ashamed glares anymore. He was a grown cat now.
"I, I ruined the ritual. I can't start the step over. I'll have to start all over again. Does-does that make sense to you?" he asked, searching her face desperately.
He had to go through each step, even if it seemed insane. His mother had carved it into his skull.
"order is a key to perfection. Always strive for Perfect. Never good, Darling. I tried is never good enough."

(EVIL MOMMA YOU EMOTIONALLY ABUSED YOUR KIT. BE ASHAMED. HAWK DESERVES TO BE HAPPY. YOUR 'TEACHINGS' RUIN HIS HAPPINESS)

[versailles]

Originally Posted by Zath

Hawkshade looked up at the she-cat, his golden eyes gleaming with unshed tears. He blinked them back, trying to silence the earsplitting ring in his ears. He hated when he got like this, cursing the anxious behavior his mother tried to stamp out of him.
He shuffled his paws, then stiffened as if he had gotten a harsh, invisible hit with a paw.
"Creamleap? That's um.. that's a pretty name." he whispered.
He flinched as if he had been hit again. His mother's cool, honey laced with venom voice came rushing back.
"oh darling, stop stuttering. Clan leaders do not stutter! Quit shuffling your paws! Are you a mewling kit or are you a warrior, Sweetheart?"
"Stop crying, Sweet One. Do you have ambition, or are you just bidding your sweet, non-important time?!"
even when his entire body ached and he was seeing stars, she was as unforgiving as a flash flood. Destroy the competition.
Hawkshade gave a shuddering sigh, ribs loosening their claw-like grip on his lungs. She was gone. He couldn't be hit by a harsh paw or given ashamed glares anymore. He was a grown cat now.
"I, I ruined the ritual. I can't start the step over. I'll have to start all over again. Does-does that make sense to you?" he asked, searching her face desperately.
He had to go through each step, even if it seemed insane. His mother had carved it into his skull.
"order is a key to perfection. Always strive for Perfect. Never good, Darling. I tried is never good enough."

(EVIL MOMMA YOU EMOTIONALLY ABUSED YOUR KIT. BE ASHAMED. HAWK DESERVES TO BE HAPPY. YOUR 'TEACHINGS' RUIN HIS HAPPINESS)

Creamleaps ears perked slightly at the, what she considered, compliment of her name. She straightened up a bit, worry poking at her as she saw the tom look down and give a sigh. Hearing his words, she gave a slight nod of her head. "It does..erm..but..it doesn't have to be perfect." She meowed, adding on quickly after in a quiet, almost whisper like voice. "Um! If..you don't mind me asking, what's your name? Eh...I don't think I've seen you before." The cream molly mumbled slightly, looking away, clearly somewhat embarrassed that she didn't know who the tom was.

It was partly her fault, that's what she believed. Creamleap would stay out in the territory or warriors den huddled up to avoid any social contact. Maybe I went too far by asking his name? Or saying his ritual didn't have the be perfect.. She thought, tail swishing in worry. Come on! You're not like this around your friends! Mentally scolding herself, Creamleaps gaze travelled from the ground back up to the tom.

[Zath]

Originally Posted by Rosemew

Creamleaps ears perked slightly at the, what she considered, compliment of her name. She straightened up a bit, worry poking at her as she saw the tom look down and give a sigh. Hearing his words, she gave a slight nod of her head. "It does..erm..but..it doesn't have to be perfect." She meowed, adding on quickly after in a quiet, almost whisper like voice. "Um! If..you don't mind me asking, what's your name? Eh...I don't think I've seen you before." The cream molly mumbled slightly, looking away, clearly somewhat embarrassed that she didn't know who the tom was.

It was partly her fault, that's what she believed. Creamleap would stay out in the territory or warriors den huddled up to avoid any social contact. Maybe I went too far by asking his name? Or saying his ritual didn't have the be perfect.. She thought, tail swishing in worry. Come on! You're not like this around your friends! Mentally scolding herself, Creamleaps gaze travelled from the ground back up to the tom.

"Oh- I'm Hawkshade. I don't think I've ever seen you before either." he said, as if thinking about it.
Nope. Never seen her before. He decided.
"I know the things I do don't have to be perfect, but it's just something i've done since I was an apprentice. My mother, she's in Starclan now, but she used to really push me to be perfect. It just made sense to her, I suppose. Do everything as hard as you can, until your red in the face and want to fall down. I actually think she pushed me more than my own mentor. My mentor is actually the one who taught me those breathing exercises. they used to make sure I actually slept." Hawkshade chuckled quietly as he remembered how many times his mentor would have remind him that they were his mentor, and his mother wasn't.
Hawkshade felt strangely calm in the presence of this she-cat. Usually he would have bit into her with insults and then gone off to sulk. But he.. didn't want to. She was letting him open up and not being pushy. Which was a nice change from others he knew.
"You know, Creamleap. You're really nice." he said, giving her a rare and soft smile.