Driftpaw crossed his eyes and moved his mouth stupidly to mock Wolffeather. "Of all the warriors i could patrol with, Fallownose chose you." He stepped over a crack, and lashed his tail.
"Out of all the apprentices he could have chose." He rolled his eyes, sticking a paw into a crack. Nothing. They laughed softly, stepping away. "I feel bad for your mentor."
"Out of all the apprentices he could have chose." He rolled his eyes, sticking a paw into a crack. Nothing. They laughed softly, stepping away. "I feel bad for your mentor."
Driftpaw shrugged. "At least he doesn't throw me against rocks." He spat, bringing up a paw to touch his bleeding chin.
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Lightningkit beamed up at Squirrelear when the tom spoke, a happy squeal escaping her as she took small, excited leaps in place. The little calico was so happy, in fact, she had completely forgotten about how haunted and scary the place was... until she remembered they had to steal the ghost's feathers. Suddenly frozen in place, Lightningkit shifted her eyes left and right, spying around to ensure that it was safe to move again. Once she was certain, she hunched over, crawling rather rapidly to her uncle's side. Safely tucked next to the tufted ears tom's leg, the minute calico looked up at Squirrelear with a rather embarrassed grin on her face, a hint of her earlier cheekiness still coming through.
"Shhh, not so loud," she reprimanded the dark furred tabby, the glint of amusement in her eyes clearly tattling that she was well aware she had been the one making the ruckus to begin with. "I don't think the ghost will want us to take her feathers... but tough. She's not using them, and momma would love a nice, soft nest! We have to be really, super duper sneaky so the ghost doesn't find out. Otherwise, she'll steal us away! I think that would make momma sad," Lightningkit finished, her voice turning a bit more somber as she explained the very serious reason why they could not be stolen away.
A part of her thoroughly wished to see the ghost for herself. Oh the story that would make! But if she couldn't make it back somehow, she knew Gingerheart would be crushed. The molly was already constantly fretful of her kits and their location. Lightningkit feared that either her or one of her littermates vanishing might actually destroy her. Best avoid that, even if it meant being careful and unfun about things.
Squirrelear almost burst out laughing when he saw the sudden changes in Lightningkit's behavior, watching with bright eyes as she tucked herself between his legs. She told him to remain silent (despite her being much louder) and told him to be extremely careful when going to take feathers. Wow, what kind of stories has sister been telling them???
"Is that so.... Then shouldn't the braver of us go?" Squirrelear asked, tilting his head in mock thought. "Someone brave... Sneaky.... And knows the nursery very well. Do you know anyone like that?"
Waspkit nodded. "Yep! That's Twigkit!" He purred, rolling around.
Twigkit noticed the apprentice looking at him, and immediately did a mini-freak-out. He looked away, and back, and then shuffled his paws, and then caught the glance.
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"Oh." Berrypaw mustered the word with great hesitation, gaze fixated on Twigkit with concern as he ducked his head and turned away from her. Had she done something wrong? Shaking her head, Berrypaw's gaze traveled toward the steadily darkening sky. "Maybe we should get you back to nursery?" She prodded gently, tone questioning.
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"Oh." Berrypaw mustered the word with great hesitation, gaze fixated on Twigkit with concern as he ducked his head and turned away from her. Had she done something wrong? Shaking her head, Berrypaw's gaze traveled toward the steadily darkening sky. "Maybe we should get you back to nursery?" She prodded gently, tone questioning.
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Waspkit nodded. "Ok!"
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They felt like a disappointment. The lynx-point had good intentions by leaving, they wanted to find their friends, and bring them back to the Windclan. But in the process they let down their clan, for a feat-less quest. The warrior pranced into the clearing, head held as low as their spirits. Brightdawn sought out someone of high rank.
The molly, seated atop the rock, lifted her tattered ear and a half and watched as a cat came walking straight into WindClan's camp. Twilightstar rose and leaped down padded across the clearing to meet them. "Brightdawn, you've returned." Twilightstar meowed, noticing how upset the cat actually looked. The leader was hoping they'd have a good excuse on paw otherwise they'd have a problem.
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~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN ~
Wolffang padded into the WindClan camp. The sand shifted beneath his broad, sturdy paws, and the familiar sounds and scents hit him like a stone wall. It felt so good to be home... but a part of it felt weird, too. As a kit, he'd been taught that cats who died remained dead unless they were leaders with nine lives. Then he'd seen many cats coming back from the dead. Skyleaf, Fernpaw... and they weren't the only ones. Now him. StarClan had told him that he had a greater purpose in this Clan, that it hadn't been his time to die. He was forever grateful to them for sending him back - many other cats didn't get that opportunity. But he wouldn't let that get into his head. As a young cat, he would've thought he was special or immortal; and yes, being given life again was a very special thing. Now Wolffang recognized the fragileness of life - and how he would be willing to die for his Clan many times over. That didn't mean he wanted to die, of course. It just meant that he wanted to do everything he could for his Clan.
But he knew that his death had caused a lot of heartache. The memory of Leopardsong staring down at him, her beautiful copper eyes swimming with tears and an immense look of pain on her face. Then there had been Fernpaw, pressing against him and desperately trying to stop the bleeding before giving up. Skyleaf's tears... He had already met with her, though, and the large gray tom was glad that she had been one of the cats to find him. Lioncloud desperately apologizing for her featherbrained actions... Wolffang still didn't entirely forgive her after all of her faults. Twilightstar's respectful goodbye... And everything else. It swam through him, all of the hurt and pain and desperation of the cats around him. Coming back would be a difficult thing. Some cats would be happy, but at the same time, what kind of strong conflicted feelings would they have to cope with? They thought he had died, and now he'd been sent back. And it wasn't like he'd been a perfect cat.
Wolffang took a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs, then allowed it to come out in a rush of air. Yes, he hadn't been perfect. But he'd grown and improved and changed so much, and that was what mattered. It was okay if cats still didn't like them. He felt a familiar twinge of an upset feeling he couldn't describe, but he pushed it back. He had gone through a mental Dark Forest to improve, but he didn't blame some of his Clanmates for being upset about the things he'd said, done, and believed in the past. He wouldn't judge them for it, either. He squared his broad shoulders and turned toward Twilightstar's den. The dappled gray tom knew he'd be welcomed back, but he wanted to speak to Twilightstar first and alert her of his presence in the Clan. Afterward, he'd find Leopardsong and speak with her. Then he'd find his other Clanmates - friends - and speak with them, too. There was a lot he needed to do before he got a chance to rest.
Wolffang slid into Twilightstar's den, his large, sturdy figure filling the entrance. His missing ear allowed light to filter in where it would have usually blocked it. He padded inside. If he still had a tail-tip, it would've twitched nervously. StarClan left me with the scars as if I'd survived the attack. He understood and embraced that. The dog attack was a part of his life, and so was the bitter yet liberating interaction with his estranged family. Wolffang was completely prepared to move forward with everything that he'd learned and serve WindClan with everything he had. But he had missed a lot. He'd been gone for more than four moons, and Leechpaw had become a warrior - Leechscar. Wolffang had never liked Leechfang much, but he wished he'd been there to see him through his training and perhaps teach him a bit of respect. He held some respect for his former apprentice, too. Maybe one day, I'll have a chance to train an apprentice all the way to their warriorhood, he thought bitterly. He also had a feeling that his reunion with Leechfang wasn't going to be pleasant.
Enough of that. The next moon or so would be difficult, but Wolffang would get through it and settle back into Clan life. He fixed his bright yellow gaze on Twilightstar. She looked pretty old, older than her moons, and tired. Being a leader was a difficult job. Wolffang would not have been able to handle it. Now, he would've stood a better chance... but he felt like he fared better as a warrior, perhaps a deputy if he ever obtained the rank again, which he doubted. His moons in the position had taught him what a tough job it was - and it had taught him many other things, too.
"Twilightstar, I'm back," Wolffang meowed. It was a blunt statement, but it was difficult to figure out where to start. He took another deep breath and began again. "StarClan told me that it was not my time to die and sent me back. I know I've missed a lot, but Fallownose filled me in when he and his patrol found me. I apologize for being gone for so long - it felt like I was only in the afterlife for an hour or two at most. But now that I'm back, I swear I'll do everything to serve and protect my Clan." He paused for a moment, then added, "I won't let you down again. I'm much better than I was before." And that was true. Despite how necessary the emotional turmoil had been, Wolffang would never forgive himself for being so absent at a time when he should've been present for his Clan. In fact, he should've been there for them all the time. But that was the past, and he was going to do everything in his power to move forward and be the best warrior he could be.
@Moonraven (I figured he should have an interaction with Twilightstar despite speaking with Fallownose! Also, just so you know, his scars consist of his missing ear and tail-tip, along with many other scarred bite marks. His fur helps to hide them, but they're still noticeable, especially in close proximity.)
The WindClan leader was shifting around in her nest restlessly, mind elsewhere. No matter how she tried she was unable to warm herself and she was wondering if the rest of the clan and dens were in similar states. Cold, that was. WindClan's always gotten through leafbare under her watchful eye well enough. However, perhaps well enough wasn't enough. She got the feeling that this leafbare would be a bit rougher than the average one and she wanted to prepare for it. She'd have to speak to the clan about it.
The more she thought about leafbare the more her thoughts drifted to some of her missing clanmates, and like any selfish cat, her missing kits stuck out the most. Beastpaw, Midnightpaw, and Speckledpaw, the latter she had more or less seen as a foster. She had been gifted a family that she never imagined nor wanted and now only two left. She was sure over time this pain would freeze over as it did with all those she had lost. Coldsong, Coyotesnarl, Beastspark, Breezefeather, Coldamber, Crowtooth, Rushingmoor, Stagleech, Bravebird, Midnightstalker, Eldersky, and the names went on. Some of them simply vanished from her life others lost their lives, but it seemed that Twilightstar was destined for grief and pain for as long as finally few lives kept her going. Still, it would do no one any good if she let her losses define her.
So she kept these names close to her heart and would persevere as she hoped they all wanted her to. Which meant working out some ideas to make sure WindClan saw another newleaf, preferably without starvation in the equation. Fallownose has proven to be by far one of her best deputies, so long as he kept up with patrols food would be at least one of Twilightstar's least worries. So lost in thought, Twilightstar nearly didn't hear the call nor the paws that approached her den. Back? Who was- Oh! The WindClan she-cat felt her tail jerk in surprise when she found a living ghost in front of her. After seeing Crowtooth return from the dead and Fernpaw odd return to the clan... twice, she took his return easier than expected but still the astonishment lingered in her green eye.
Twilightstar had a troublesome relationship with StarClan. She believed in them, how could she not as a leader, but she no longer felt that StarClan was an answer to every cat's problem and so had long ago stopped paying respect to them. Things like this made her solidify her decision to stop revering StarClan as many others did. Why Wolffang? Why had he gotten a second chance? What made StarClan decide who to give life to and who didn't deserve it? It was rather aggravating, but instead of dwelling on the thought, she offered the formally deceased warrior a warm smile. "It's good to see you again."
Twilightstar purred as she stretched briefly and padded closer to Wolffang as he explained that Fallownose had found him. Twilightstar's eye roamed over the signs of wear and tear on the tom's body, he'd wear these scars for the rest of his life, just as she wore hers from Dawnstar. He and his sister used to be so vain when it came to their physical appearance, yet now tom spoke about letting her down and doing better. He has grown. "I'm glad to have you back." Twilightstar leans in slightly to brush against Wolffang's cheek in an affectionate greeting. When you want to watch as many cats leave or die as she has it was hard not to be a little overwhelmed with emotions when one actually comes back to you.
"You've grown, and been missed, and I don't recall ever saying anything about you ever letting me down. You served your clan valiantly in your last life." Twilightstar meowed, taking a seat on her rump and leaning back to peer at the warrior. "I'm certain you'll do the same with the second life you've been given." It was a strange type of pride Twilightstar felt, not quite maternal but something similar. The growth that Wolffang has gone through was immersive and could be rather inspiring to those who knew him well enough to know what he's gone through. Twilightstar was sure that Wolffang had a lot more important things to do than sit and chat with her, friends to patch things over with. "Welcome back to WindClan."
The big white and brown tom growled softly as he heard his name called out to lead a patrol and to ShadowClan's border at that. Batglare had no love of ShadowClan, but even he was quite curious about what was going on over there. The senior warrior joined a young furball of a paw who seemed a bit confused to him. It would never cease to amaze him how cats who live in the same clan had trouble locating clanmates or better yet naming them because they didn't interact on a daily basis.
"Berrypaw," The old cat called out in a deep rumbling meow as he inched his way over to entrances, ever so eager to be off. Now all he needed was Deertrot. Batglare was not waiting long. Batglare's never liked sitting or waiting long for any cat.
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Following Stonecrackle's gaze, the large apprentice closed in on the tracks. Before he even begun lowering his nose to the ground, the scent of rabbit hit him with ease. The track was fairly fresh, and oddly smelled of only one rabbit. Must have been a younger buck who strayed too far from his burrow. Mismatched ears flattened as he realized they would have to continue carefully if they intended to catch their prey. Hares were easier. Kept to the open and ran quickly to get away, but did not hide under tunnels that were too small for the overgrown tom. Rabbits on the other hand rarely went far from their homes, preferring to be able to quickly duck back into the safety of their nests. This technique was ineffective with smaller built cats, but for him it would mean giving up on that meal.
Turning to look back at Stonecrackle, the apprentice spoke plainly, his tone still lacking in emotion despite his quick finding. "Rabbit," he mewed softly in barely a whisper, not daring speak much louder in case the burrow was close by. Unsure if he was meant to follow the trail or wait further instruction, Snowypaw tilted his head as he awaited Stonecrackle's command. "Shall I follow?" he added with a hint of hesitation. He did not want to appear rude or as if he were giving Stonecrackle any sort of orders, but it was hard to squash down the instinct to show initiative that Deadmoon had slowly fostered in him.
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