"Okay. I do think I need some hunting practice in the moor. I'd suggest a competition, but I think we already know I'd lose. I would appreciate some pointers though." she said. She had lost enjoyment in hunting back in ShadowClan but she was trying to muster up motivation again. She reminded hunting with Finchpaw. She...still missed Finchpaw.
~Hawkblaze~
Giving a nod, the stocky tom stood and gestured with his tail. "Let's go then, I know a good place for rabbits," he replied as he began to pad toward the camp entrance, lumbering along slowly.
Chicory lifted her muzzle: the strange scents of cats was definitely here. Her
Chest fur fluffed up with excitement so many things could go wrong but she'd
know she'd rather try. She began to trot before the awfully good scent of prey
snatched her attention. She hadn't eaten in a while maybe it wouldn't matter if she
had a bite? She drew herself closer to the ground, drawing closer to the scent. It
was a decent sized mouse. She leaned back and threw herself forward claws extended.
She gulped down the mouse and shoved it aside licking the remains off her muzzle.
Chicory tried to convince herself to take a nap so she could feel better as anxiety ate
at her like it might have controlled the mouse. She shook her head it wouldn't be to long..
Curling up and drawing her plump white tail over her nose and drifted into the darkness of dreams.
Tux dipped his head, understanding what Twilightstar had told him.
“Twilightstar, I’m not as clueless as you may think,” he smiled, recounting the old stories he had heard. “I know of bloodshed. I know of starvation during leaf-bare. I know you have to hunt to survive. And I didn’t want to live as a kittypet my whole life. I don’t have full kittypet blood.”
Tux continued, but at this point he had no idea if Twilightstar would continue talking with him, “My mother was a loner, and was born a loner. I know I carry her smarts. I yearned for the feral life but every time I went out to explore, I was picked up by those grubby two-leg kit hands and put back in the Two-leg nest!”
The young tom took a deep breath in then out, “I managed to get out a few times and even caught a bird or occasional mouse to help care for my two-legs, but they for some reason hated that.”
“All I want, Twilightstar, is a chance to live as a feral cat, like I was meant to do. And my two-legs ruined it for moons of my life. Yeah, when they moved on without me, I was lost, confused, and scared… but when I saw you, I realized I could live out my dream. Please, Twilightstar. I can prove you wrong.”
//Apologies for Tux! He’s a bit persistent and can sometimes go overboard when explaining something that runs his fur the wrong way!
Twilightstar listened quietly as the tom pleaded his case and experiences. Even though she still wasn't certain about allowing him in, he seemed to genuinely want this life. He has a dream and wanted to live it out regardless of the repercussions. He reminded her just a little bit of Rabbitbriar, granted, that molly had been an outsider from the start. The WindClan leader couldn't help but smile as she heard him tell her that he wanted to prove her wrong. Now those are words that Twilightstar hasn't heard in a long while. In any other case, she might have taken them as disrespectful, but in this context, she was rather pleased to hear them.
"Alright, you've won me over. I can't say that I'm certain about letting allowing you to join, but I should give you a chance before clouding my judgment with doubt." Twilightstar relented with a chuckle and a shake of her head.
"You'll have a lot to learn, from hunting to running and fighting to our code, and our clans. You have far less knowledge than the average outsider does when it comes to our wildlife, however, since you're so determined to prove me wrong I trust you won't have any problems with the challenge." What a challenge it would be. Seeing as he practically badgered for his right to join Twilightstar had the perfect name for him.
"Since you're joining WindClan you need a new name. So from now on until you earn your warrior name, you'll be called Badgerpaw. I'll announce your arrival to the clan at the next meeting and get you a mentor to start your training. For now, you can follow me I'll take you back to camp."
[You're good I like his determination. So we're done here, you can start RPing Badgerpaw in WindClan after you submit him to the clan. Twilight will find him a mentor at the upcoming meeting.]
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Originally Posted by Wintermist
Pinetail’s mind whirled. “I… I don’t know… just hav me starve for three days!” he said quickly. There, he was already hungry enough, so he must deserve that…
He looked questioningly at Twilightstar.
“Also, If you want, I could take over apprentice duties for a while. Or a few wounds.” @Moonraven
Twilightstar flattened her torn ears at the suggestion of starvation or wounds, who did he think she was? Dawnstar! The apprentice duties were more appealing, but she wasn't certain if that was enough to make it stick. "Since you like roaming so much, I think a demotion would work better. For the next half-moon you'll be Pinepaw, you'll be tending to apprentice duties, sleeping in the apprentice den, and I'll be finding a mentor to supervise you." It seemed like a fitting enough punishment for a warrior who kept abandoning his clan without being overly harsh or cruel.
[Done, you can have him come to Twilight's den during the first week of August or any time after to have his warrior rank returned]
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Originally Posted by Rabbiteye
//So, Archkit recently to a loner. The loner then died fighting a fox and left her kit in WindClan territory. I gathered a patrol that would find the kit, then was told that I would need to ask you before she could join. So, can she? @Moonraven
Assuming the kit is going to be found in WindClan's territory, have the patrol come to Twilightstar's den after the kit is found and make a joining request or have the patrol do one here. Also, if it's a loner's kit, they can't have clan names, Archkit would also not be a name that Twilight would accept.
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Originally Posted by HollowedBark
Can hollow be found on the edge of the territory waiting for a patrol @Moonraven//
Sure, just make sure to state that she's at the edge when you post a starter, otherwise I just assume that the cats are in WindClan's territory.
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Originally Posted by TeaHouse
Chicory
She\Her
Chicory lifted her muzzle: the strange scents of cats was definitely here. Her
Chest fur fluffed up with excitement so many things could go wrong but she'd
know she'd rather try. She began to trot before the awfully good scent of prey
snatched her attention. She hadn't eaten in a while maybe it wouldn't matter if she
had a bite? She drew herself closer to the ground, drawing closer to the scent. It
was a decent sized mouse. She leaned back and threw herself forward claws extended.
She gulped down the mouse and shoved it aside licking the remains off her muzzle.
Chicory tried to convince herself to take a nap so she could feel better as anxiety ate
at her like it might have controlled the mouse. She shook her head it wouldn't be to long..
Curling up and drawing her plump white tail over her nose and drifted into the darkness of dreams.
Had that cat just stolen WindClan's prey? The one-eyed lilac leader found herself staring down at some young loner off in the distance. From her seat adopt one of the three largest hills in WindClan, she got a pretty good vantage point to watch what was going on around the moor. She was not expecting to spot an unknown cat hunting in territory that clearly marked. Sighing loudly, Twilightstar stood up and gave an elegant stretch before climbing down the hill.
Reaching the leveled grassy land, she headed in the direction she last spotted the cat and discovered that she hadn't moved far from where she had last seen her. In fact, she was sleeping... Oh, how nice it must be to live such a blissful life unaware of the dangers that lurked around every tree and hole. "This is not a place to sleep, and certainly not a place where you can hunt and eat as you please, prey thief." The scarred she-cat bore her fangs as she hissed loud enough to wake the dead. The usually composed and calm leader was obviously very irked.
Her head swung up her tiredness suddenly vanished replaced by shock and fear
" Prey-Theif?" She tried not to be rude but she looked to her side seeing the Little
she left " I didn't think it would be a big deal!" She mewed fur shoulder fur bristled
and she slowly stood up. " Actually I don't see such a big deal in anything about what
I did! Its not like I stole rabbit! And anything large! It was simply a mouse!" Chicory huffed
daring not to stare at her but she was aware of her glinting teeth.
[23 - 13 spoiled prey = 10]
What was that smell? Dustbunny wrinkled her nose and twitched her floppy ears as she found herself at the prey pile. Disgusting, obviously someone has forgotten to out the spoiled prey. Well, the brown stomach turned so badly that she almost threw up. There were flies! Grossed out beyond words, with a massive amount of reluctance she began pulling out the old prey and saving the new stuff on the top. She made multiple trips outside of the camp to dispose of it.
@Moonraven
OK, I'll do that. The kit has yet to be named, Archkit is her would-be-name. I forgot to mention, Flamefire, @/slientstalt, agreed to adopt her.
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"And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies." - Haymitch
She didn't know what to do. She just......sat. Head bowed, eyes glued to the stone before her. She had left flowers, carefully picked so that not a single petal was lost, and now had no idea what to do besides stare blankly at the earth and rock before her. Wolffang. Dead. Those words had never really existed as a single idea in Deadmoon’s mind before, and she was struggling to understand how it could possibly happen. He was so steadfast, so determined, so STRONG and large, so impossibly powerful that she would have imagined Dawnstar herself would have been required to end his life. But no. Some mangy canid had brought the proud warrior to his end.
She hadn’t even been there. As far as she knew they were the only members of their family left, the best members of the family left in her opinion, and it was simply hard to fathom. So, weak willed as she was, she didn’t try. Deadmoon acted as though(did her best to act as though) Wolffang would return any day now, and scold her for disappearing. For leaving the clan with a Shadowclan warrior, and then maybe give her a hug, before going to hug Leapordsong (Deadmoon wasn’t blind, those two definitely had something going on). She knew the stages of grief, of course she did. Denial, anger, bargaining, yada yada yada. WELL! She was the QUEEN of denial, continuously drowning in it, dancing in it like the rain as it poured over her head. Still, she had best get moving, go do SOMETHING. When Wolfie came back she wanted him to be proud of her after all.
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All hail the Rat Queen's!!
Shrewstep has Silver Tongue and Mind Reader purrks
Pit has Just a Scratch and Beefed Up Tier 2
fireflame came out of the nursery stretching herself she padded over to the prey pile and grabbed a mice, as she lifted her head from grabbing the mice she padded to a shady
fireflame padded into a shady spot then laying down she began to eat* im sure the kits will be fine without me watching them for a little bit* she thought as she continued to eat
[open fireflame is having some alone time from the kits so she can see other cats]
Re: WindClan Nursery
