Firekit smiled, "Yeah you're probably right," she agreed. Truth be told, the flame-colored kit was absolutely terrified of the idea of either herself or the people she loved dying, but she wouldn't openly admit that to Milkkit. After all, she was older and wanted to seem brave and tough in front of him.
"Yes, you're too fast to stay on your feet," She teased lightly, bringing up how in their race Milkkit lost his footing and tripped. It might've been a little mean to bring up again, but it was all too much for her to resist teasing him. "And yeah you're right, I'm sure your mother will do an excellent job keeping you all from harm," she said, nodding her head in agreement. "Just make sure you come back safe, can't lose any of the warriors for KitClan," Firekit added playfully.
Milkkit (he/him) Creamy-white short fur and green eyes
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Why was Firekit making all this fuss about him? He wasn't a tiny kit anymore, and he would be an apprentice too, very soon. "I'm the deputy of Kitclan, I can't lose any battle." he replied playfully, puffing out his chest to appear solemn. In reality, he didn't think he would be ever fit for such an important role in the clan, but it didn't matter now. The most important thing was to become a great warrior and hunter, and he would make sure to do just that.
(Right now I haven't got many ideas on how to continue, sorry for that)
A black she-cat padded into the clearing with a nervous expression displayed on her face, sitting off to the side to observe what was going on around her. She didn't speak to her clanmates often nor was she spoken to. She figured she was best off hanging around and doing as she was instructed for now to try rubbing off her kittypet reputation. She smiled at the thought of truly becoming seen as a warrior.
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Twigkit sat in the clearing, watching older kits play. The cream tom's green eyes drifted over them all, wishing he had friends to play with. But maybe... maybe he didn't need friends... [open]
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| Monroe |
| He/Him |
| A long-furred silver grey classic tabby tom and a white underside; Blue eyes |
~ Monroe had listened to Twilightstar speak to Foxpaw. The silver tabby tom glanced at Foxpaw then looked over at Twilightstar upon hearing the 'You' she had said clearly meaning him. Talking for himself wouldn't be a problem.
"Ah, Well after a Foxpaw had been healed she started to tell me more about the clans and how the cats I talked to outside of them were wrong about how clan cats acted. So hence I asked her more questions about the clans and learnt how they're there for eachother. I can hunt decently well and though I haven't fought with many cats but I am willing to learn anything I need too to show loyalty and help this clan however I can no matter what hardships there are"
Monroe explained to the Windclan leader before him. ~
[Not The Best, Im Pretty Burnt Out And Wanted To Get This Out Of The Way]
The one-eyed leader listened quietly as Monroe explained his reasoning or joining, quite frankly, if he hadn't been with Foxpaw or rather hadn't been the father of her kits, such a reason would not be enough for Twilightstar to bring the tom into the clan. She supposes she should just be pleased Monroe wanted to stick around and help care for his family. Most outsiders shun responsibility. These two had gotten her into quite the stick situation. Even though Monroe said he could hunt, all Twilightstar heard 'needs training'. Twilightstar rarely ever started outsiders out as anything other than apprentices, however, as it could be seen that wasn't going to work here.
If she explains it to the clan, she could start the two off with their warrior names, but take away some of the benefits that come with it since they hadn't really earned them. Foxpaw needed to finish training and her mate needed training, on how much and for how long, the cats she assigned would learn. "Alright, I'll take you both into the clan. For now, I'll give you warrior names, as to avoid problematic questions and confusion. Foxpaw, you'll be assigned as a queen, once your kits are weaned, I want you to start finishing your training with a mentor and earn your name. Monroe, the same will go for you, you'll have a warrior name but you'll be treated like an apprentice, and have a mentor to asset you and help train you in whatever areas you are lacking in." At the moment this was the best she could do without causing any disgrace within WindClan.
"Foxpaw, your new name will be Foxheart. Monroe, you'll be known as Silverleap. Once you acquire your mentors and your training starts, you'll have four to six moons to complete it and earn your names. If you fail, I'll strip you both your name and cast you of WindClan." The leader added the last bit since she was getting tired of cats coming into the clan, not completing their training, and still retaining the benefits of being a warrior within the clan. "Come along, I'll explain everything at the clan meeting." The leader orders with a wave of her tail.
[Vast, we're done you can go ahead and submit him. Silver will need to know the clan's borders, hunting, and fighting, training is done within four to six months of getting a mentor or he'll get tossed out of the clan.]
@Jade13 [same thing with fox, only she'll need to finish whatever training she had left before she vanished from the clan. It doesn't seem like she had much left, maybe one training instant left, so it shouldn't be too hard.]
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Thistle had taken note of the annoyed look in the cats eye. He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, they hoped they didn't insult any cat.
"I apologize if I'm causing any trouble... I was just hoping to... erm.. join a clan" they mewed this in a doubtful yet strong voice.
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Thistle - He/They (FtM): A white short spikey furred cat with a fawn head and tail that has tabby markings. They have a fawn spot on their right back paw, and left muzzle. He has hazel eyes, and a large belly scar.
Twilightstar didn't bother fixing her facial expression even after the tom apologized, she was tired of playing nice with cats who kept wandering into her clan's territory. "Do you have some reasoning behind wanting to join a clan? What do you even know about the clans and where di you come from?" She questioned, getting the irritation out of her voice though couldn't do the same for body langue.
Green eyes met a singular one as he locked gazes with the scarred lilac leader. A soft, geniue smile unfurled on the tomcat’s maw as the soft breeze rustled his short russet fur. He dipped his head in respect to Twilightstar as the one-eyed molly spoke, he could feel the slight suspicion lingering in her voice, though he shook it off. ”Nothin’ more than just a place to call home, ma’am. My old clan didn’t well,” he paused. ”They didn’t need such a cat like me in ThunderClan no more is the best way to put it. They didn’t want me, or well Necterflame didn’t, anways.” Acornpatch flexed his claws in the earth. ”Apologizes, I’m Acornpatch. The reason I’m here is to find a new, permeant home in WindClan. I heard my sister had joined a while back with Shiningskies.” Maybe he’d see a spark of recogintion in the leader’s eyes once he spoke again, him and Aspenstrike looked similar enough as it was, despite their eye colours.
Another cat looking for a new home? Twilightstar twitched her whiskers, noting the tom's smile, but didn't return it as she heard him out. Twilightstar was a firm believer in second chances, and over her leadership had changed her views on loyalty within the clan. Yes, you should always be loyal to your clan, but as time changes and leaders come and go, cats change and the clan that they were once devoted to could change as well. She liked to believe that clan cats should have the free will to choose once, and only once, where they felt like they belonged. That they should be allowed to do so without conflict among the clans. However, she wasn't as soft to let any clan cat waltz into her clan without a good reason for why they wanted the change.
Acornpatch would be judged the same way she had the others she had given second chances to. Many of them toss this change she gave them away, vanishing or abandoning WindClan not long after joining it. If her heart were as bitter as leafbare, she'd stop taking in former clan cats a long time ago, thankfully she tried to avoid judging cats off the actions of others when it came to fresh starts. "I remember you, vaguely, Acornpatch." Twilightstar meowed, green eye lighting up with recognition as he spoke his name. "I'm going to need to know more than that if you want a chance to join my clan." Twilightstar was referring to the reason he was leaving his old clan for a new one.
"Not being wanted is one thing, but with every former clanmate I take into WindClan, I put my clan at risk with the other clan being discontent or feeling betrayed. So explain to me, what did you do that made ThunderClan no longer... want you as you put it." As much good as Twilightstar felt she was doing, she needed to keep her clan safe first and foremost and information to help her determine if taking in Acornpatch or not was worth it helped her do that.
Hollowmist stared at her new kits, they were so small and cute and fluffy. She would have to think of names for the small scraps of fur. She let out a purr as she watched them wriggle around. Six kits, that would be a handful. She started to groom them, one by one licking off all the dirt that clung to their soft and shiny pelts. Hollowmist couldn't get her eyes off the small kittens. They were her kits. Hers! She could barely believe that these were her kits. When she was young having kits felt like seasons away, even a few sunrises ago before they were born, it felt like it would be moons before they were really born. She smiled, they were so cute.
Hollowmist stared at her new kits, they were so small and cute and fluffy. She would have to think of names for the small scraps of fur. She let out a purr as she watch them wriggle around. Four kits, that would be a handful. She started to groom them, one by one licking off all the dirt that clung to their soft and shiny pelts. Hollowmist couldn't get her eyes off the small kittens. They were her kits. Hers! She could barely believe that these were her kits. When she was young having kits felt like seasons away, even a few sunrises ago before they were born, it felt like it would be moons before they were really born. She smiled, they were so cute.
Firekit raised a tiny paw in the air and batted at his mothers pelt, meowing.
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Hi guys!
Iḿ so sorry about taking such a long break, I wasn feeling emotionally well, and then made a big move to a new state. I am going to start over with all new characters. All my other cats can be remembered, or talked about, but I will not be using them anymore. If anyone can update me on what happened while I was gone, that would be really helpful, and I love roleplaying with everyone on site.
Re: WindClan Clearing
