WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Mistletoe]

Originally Posted by DeltaDace

Streampaw was busy grumbling about her mentor to herself, that she was confused when she heard the WindClan elder calling towards someone. She turned to her when she realized that she was calling towards her! The she-apprentice padded towards the elder and laid down on the ground, trying to hide the scrape on her chin.

"I guess you could say somethings wrong," Streampaw muttered, staring off into the distance.

(Streampaw may snap at Lavenderstep, but she doesn't mean anything by it. She's just an angsty teen lol)

[Lol that’s fine!]

~Lavendersnap~

The elder tipped her head at Streampaw. Oh my I wonder what’s wrong. She seems very upset. A worried expression appeared on her face. I hope I can help. She missed the scrape on the apprentice’s chin.

“Oh my! You can confide in me. I won’t tell any cat.” Lavendersnap promised solemnly. She wasn’t sure how to console Streampaw if she didn’t know what was wrong. She hoped she wouldn’t mind. Maybe I’m being too nosy. The old molly fretted.

[bubble[error].]

{ @Mistletoe }

~~Tigerpaw~~

Tigerpaw ran ahead of Lavendersnap for a little bit before stopping and turning around. "Coming Lavendersnap?" The apprentice tried to joke. She smiled as the old molly came into her view.

[taillow]

Bravebird
Her mind set in stone as it normally did whenever she made a decision, Bravebird couldn't hide the surprise that glittered in her gaze as she felt Wolffang's words reach her. They focused on the deputy's form which now blocked her path. Didn't realize? Had it not been obvious when she had failed to return? But the brash she-cat bit back the words and instead rose up to meet the stern gaze with one of her own fiery ones. She would not publicly call him for such faults, but a hint of disappointment was there for him to find in her eyes if he looked hard enough.

The way his words caught in his throat as he was about to say 'go to Peachfrost' sent a jolt-like electricity through her, and Bravebird frowned. That's right, the medicine cat had gone missing, hadn't she? Swallowing whatever bitter pride had seeped into her, the fawn colored warrior gave Wolffang a stiff nod before stalking back into the camp clearing, breaking away from him and limping in the direction of the medicine den.

@TheNyanCatMinecart

[~Gale~]

~ @Mistletoe ~

~ Raypaw ~
Raypaw nodded as he listened. A wise warrior avoids needless battle? But he thought warriors randomly battled all the time. Like in the story she just told, Riverclan just randomly attack Windclan for no good reason. He frowned. If he avoided battle, he'd never be a good hero! Wasn't battle the only way to show others you are strong? He shook off these thoughts, maybe he could ask them later. He nodded at the part of getting lots of advice and help from warriors. "Yeah, I've been trying to get as much training with Sunshade and some other warriors, as possible. They're all so smart." He had been learning loads from them and he was so excited to keep learning until he knew as much as them. "Well what about you? What's the coolest battle you've been in?!" He purred happily as he looked at the calico.

[taillow]

Bravebird
Despite her reckless nature and thirst for thrilling excitement, Bravebird had rarely seen the inside of the medicine den. Stepping inside now, with scattered moss and debris covering the floor, it was clear that it hadn't been cleaned or upkept since Peachfrost's disappearance. An eerie feeling settled over the warrior as the dim lighting enveloped her, head craned to observe all the nooks and crannies. It was larger than the warriors den, the nest that Bravebird suspected were used for patients spaced out with enough room to make them comfortable if the den had held any. And towards the back in little crevices were herbs - most of which were on their way to decomposing, but a few still looked salvageable.

First thing that needed to be done was to clean out the wound. The small ones lining her shoulders needn't be cleaned, and would heal up just fine on their own. But the opening in her chest was causing some difficulties. Tearing a patch of moss from one of the nests - whoever was the next medicine cat could take it upon themselves to replenish - Bravebird soaked it in a nearby puddle. Once it was damp, droplets rolling off, she curved her neck inwards, wincing as the moisture made its way into the open wound. A familiar stinging pain latched onto her like tiny little needles, driving themselves deeper and embedding into her conscious mind. After a moment or two the fawn colored warrior dropped the moss bundle with a gasp.

"I am going to kill every badger on this stupid moorland," Bravebird muttered, sucking in another breath of air tight before releasing it. Great StarClan above, she wished she knew of what could potentially numb the pain, though limping back forward the herb storage she came across a couple of poppy seeds. "That will have to do." She made quick work of lapping up just one of the poppy seeds, feeling relief ebb through her rather quickly. A soft sigh left her and she sank back onto her haunches.

Normally Bravebird didn't register her life as anything more than an expendable force to be utilized by WindClan whenever needed. She was a solider, a commanded pair of claws derived to drive out those who threatened the survival of her home. But that mad scramble for life, to breath air that was not clogged by dirty soil as the badger had attempted to bury her... it filled her head with new thoughts. She didn't want to die. As fierce and courageous as she was, remembering how easily the creatures teeth had pierced her fur and dove into her skin made her tremble.

But such was the life of a warrior. The day of her ceremony, Bravebird had made a promise. She recalled those very words now, vowing to trade her left for her Clan if need be. Helplessness wasn't in the cards for her, and the fawn colored she-cat gave a grunt as she hauled herself back up onto her paws.

Pain relief came from the poppy seed and spread more evenly throughout her body. Twisting her paws around a small pile of cobwebs, Bravebird attempted to patch them over her chest wound. They stuck better than the old ones had, and due to the stoppage of bleeding she was sure they would remain on there until at least nightfall. It would be good enough for her - all she really needed was a day or two to give her body time to do its thing and heal itself.

As she readied herself to leave the medicine den however, she was struck with an overwhelming urge to just... help out a little. Thoughts of Peachfrost wandering alone out in the moorland made her frown, and pretty soon Bravebird set to work sweeping up all of the dirt and debris that cluttered the floor. She organized the patches of moss, shelving the herbs that were strewn about - she even remade the nest she had taken the moss from. After a little bit of effort and some elbow grease, it certainly looked better than it had when she had first arrived.

"Hopefully whoever our new medicine cat is keeps it this way," she remarked softly, letting her gaze linger momentarily before turning away and limping out of the den.

( closed! just bravebird healing herself with permission from wolffang after her patrol incident! )

[Kunaisoul]

Lioncloud -->

Lioncloud walked in to feed the elders with a thrush.

[~Fierce~]

~Midnightpaw~
Midnightpaw listened to Twilightstar's words, trying not to show how bored she was right now. Don't get her wrong, she was listening and did actually care but she had been away from the clan long enough that she missed the bustle of it. She dipped her head at her mother, ignoring the part of her that wanted to make it mocking. She did care about her mother and understood that what she had said was wrong and that she deserved any punishment that her mother wanted to give her but she was fighting herself for no reason. All this pressure that nobody gave her, only herself. "I'm sorry mother. I didn't mean to make it sound that way. It's just that...all this pressure that I'm putting on myself, it's just pushing down on me that sometimes I feel that I'm drowning in it." She pawed at the ground, failing to meet her mother's gaze.
@Moonraven

[IcarusUntamed]

[open]
Mouse’claw padded around the rocks. He was sniffing the air for prey, maybe he’d try and catch a snake.
Cats didn’t tend to eat snakes but he liked the way they looked. He could scare an apprentice or a kit with it. That would be funny.
Glancing around he spotted a rabbit, ducking under a rock, nibbling at the grass.
The thing was almost asking to be caught, standing in the open next to adder infested rocks in a place that no doubt reeked of cats.
Mouse’claw ducked down in a hunters crouch preparing to spring for it.

[Moonraven]

Originally Posted by NinjaBloss

The scent of the rabbit that Wind Mama had been eating caused Meadowkit's stomach to rumble, but she quickly pushed her hunger aside. Wind Mama had agreed to play with her, now was not the time for her stomach to be yelling at her because it wanted food. Stomach could get food later. Now only remained the question of what to play with Wind Mama.

"Uhm, can we play mossball? And you can help me get better? You're Wind Mama so you must be the best at playing mossball in the Clan! The other kits don't want to play with me because they say I'm not good at it." What Medowkit really meant when she said she was bad at it was that whenever the other kits hit the mossball out of her vision and into her blind side she completely lost track of it. The small she-kit could never directly hit it back whenever it went to her left because she was blind in that eye and ended up having to chase it down. Apparently the other kits felt that it took too long and that it wasn't fun when they played with her.

@Moonraven

Ears twitching as they caught the loud nose coming the kit's stomach, Twilightstar made a mental note to make sure that the Meadowkit had something to eat before she sent her back to the nursery. She did hope that one of the queens was keeping an eye on the orphan kits and making sure they were eating properly. She knew that hunting was hard during leafbare, but there was no excuse for not feeding their kits.

Unable to keep from chuckling after the kit announced that apparently, Twilightstar was the best at playing mossball given her rank. Twilightstar will never understand why the perfection expectation was placed on leaders, nor the admiration, but now was not the time to go into a long-winded debate especially with a kit. So after stealing a little moss from her bedding and rolling it into a nice ball, Twilightstar waved her tail towards the other side of her den. "I can't make any promises, but I'll see what I can do." The she-cat waited until the kit had moved to the other side and was ready before she rolled the ball towards her.

[Akira]

Sunshade went on a walk.