Looking down as Fawnpaw laid down besides him, the large apprentice considered laying down besides her before the molly surprised him, getting up again and instantly placing her paw on his muzzle. Blue eyes widened in confusion at his denmate's sudden reaction, almost making him miss her declaration. His expression dumbfounded for a few moments, it wasn't until her paw had left his nose that he twitched his whiskers, his confused expression turning curious for a second before a purr began bubbling in the back of his throat, slowly morphing to a quiet, amused chuckle. Of all the ways he'd had his first interactions with clanmates, he had to admit this one was a first. As the patched tom realized, however, that Fawnpaw was serious in her request, his face sobered up, unsure of how to proceed.
Tell her something about myself?!
Snowypaw carefully schooled his face in an attempt to not display the small panic attack threatening to explode at the back of his mind. He wasn't the type to think much about himself on a usual basis, believing there wasn't really much to think about as far as he was concerned. He was big, had an oversensitive nose, was clumsy, had to be told not to use his full strength when hunting as he would turn prey into inedible mush, and the cats he cared about seemed to be vanishing of late. No, scratch that. Snowypaw had never even met his parents, so the vanishing part was definitely not a new occurrence in his life, just one that was reemerging as he got close to others the further he got in his apprenticeship. Other than that, however, there was really nothing that set him apart from any of the other cats in his clan. Nothing that really made him special or even mildly interesting.
A frown crossed the gentle giant's face for a few silent seconds as he gave thought to her question, massive paws shifting nervously as his tail gave a mildly annoyed flick at his own indecision. Had he really nothing to offer in response? Settling on this as fact, Snowypaw turned an apologetic look over at Fawnpaw. "I'm afraid... I'm not really all that interesting," he finally mewed in a soft tone. It was an honest response as far as he was concerned. And in a way it did sort of properly answer her question. Kinda. In a very cheating sort of way. He should probably apologize for that atrocious response, now that he thought about it.
"Come on! Everyone has something interesting about them!" The small she-cat thought for a moment her fluffy stub of a tail flicking. "Ah! You're like a butterfly! Did you know that butterflies cannot see their wings? Kinda like you! You can't see what's interesting about yourself! Just the same as if a butterfly saw another, you see the good in other people, but you can't see what's good about yourself! Well for one, it's nice to talk to you even though you aren't very energetic! And if you still can't see what's good about you, you should think about some hobbies you do, what are you good at? Things like that!" The she-cat was smiling now and her bobbed tail was waving back and forth happily.
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At the warrior's reaction, Lightningkit giggled, a little snort escaping her before she sent her paws to her muzzle in an attempt to stop herself. Once she was sufficiently calm, she turned her gaze back towards the silver furred tabby, an easy going grin on her young features. True, she hadn't found the leader, and she supposed that was a bit disappointing, but not enough to merit an apology. She also disagreed with the warrior's statement of just being a regular warrior, but she would let it slide as well. Obviously the molly was either delusional from pain or simply did not want to brag about her accomplishments, and while Lightningkit couldn't understand why a cat would be humble about escaping with their lives when confronted with ten enemies, she could at the very least respect it; an odd occurrence as far as the calico kit was concerned.
"It's fine, it's fine! No worries," Lightningkit purred, placing a paw on the warrior's nose reassuringly. Removing her paw, she fluffed her rather smooth kit fur up with intrigue, her blue eyes shining with curiosity once more as she gave the warrior another appraising look, this time focusing more on the bites with unabashed fascination. "So what's your name, then? I am Lightningkit. Momma says they named me for the stripe on my head," the oriental/abyssinian mix mewed with ease, her voice growing chipper at the mention of her mother. Without waiting for a response, she turned her gaze back towards the closest scar. "You know, if those hurt a lot, you should go see Cowpaw. Momma says he's the medicine cat, and he can heal anything! Some of the kits are a bit scared of going to his den, but I think that's just because they are scared of getting sick. I bet getting sick is no fun," she added sagely, nodding her head wisely. "Oh oh, is that why you are here in pain? Are you scared of going to the medicine cat's den too? No worries, no worries! I'll go with you! Then you can stop hurting!"
The young kit beamed at the warrior happily at this, her chest puffing out with pride once more. Despite her adventurous spirit and ease with which she went against her mother's instructions the closer she got to her second moon of life, Lightningkit loved Gingerheart dearly. In her eyes, there was no kinder, smarter, and more caring cat in the world... even if she went about some things in the most boring way possible, although that wasn't all the time, of course! Any chance the little calico got to emulate the abyssinian and care for another she took, always happy to imitate her mother at her finest. Plus maybe if she took care of this warrior, her mother wouldn't be too horrendously disappointed that she had broken the rules. It was a win-win!
Milkpaw (he/him) Creamy-white fluffy fur and green eyes. Chonky face!
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Nothing was making sense right now for Milkpaw. He had always cherished the Warrior Code, the certainty of knowing where their home boundaries lay and that no other cat would trespass them. And certainly not... Cats who no one knew. Rogues.They are not warriors... we can't predict anything about them. And yet... He glanced at Twilightstar, bewildered by his half decision. The leader had decided to sent a patrol to make every part happy, but he knew that she would've just approved for their presence. Why do they think they'll just stay there? No prey, no shelter... Milkpaw thought that was the dumbest thing ever. If they couldn't find prey there, they would somewhere else.
Suddenly the apprentice knew that the clan would soon have to confront itself with a bunch of strangers. And I can't even fight. How will I even protect Quietkit? He needed his mentor's support. Please, let her think the same way! He glanced around hurriedly, looking for the familiar brown pelt.
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Although Coldsong was used to every sickness, ache, and pain in his body, he was a WindClanner again...meaning he had access to proper healing. No more icky looking scars. No more constant pain. It was...nice, but certainly odd to him. He was never one to care for his body, but lately he'd noticed one of his recent wounds started to feel as if something had been eating at it. It stung and hurt with every movement he made...which could only mean one thing.
With a tired and grumpy sigh, Coldsong pouted his way over to the medicine den. He wasn't thrilled to be going in, especially so soon after he recently joined, but he was interested in meeting the current medicine cat. Thank StarClan that Coyotestink wasn't the guy he had to go see in case of injuries anymore. His eye twitched at the thought. He couldn't stand that guy. I hope this new medicine cat isn't as much as a rabbitbrain as he was...or that Misty-.. er ...whateverhisface is....
Upon entering, the tall white tom took a good look around. His blue eyes judged every nook and cranny. Things seemed organized, yes...that's a good sign at least. Eventually he caught sight of a large black-and-white figure. "Hello?" He called out, furrowing his brows to focus on them.
Irispaw scrunched up her face as she scented the air, her jaws apart, her maw trying to take in the scents around her. She really didn't know where she was, but the smell of heather and rabbit told her she was definitely on WindClan territory now. She remembered the last thing before she'd gotten lost - trying to navigate the territory with her mentor, Snapclaw. Come to think of it, Irispaw wasn't sure if Snapclaw was still in the Clan or not.
The grey she-cat emerged from a patch of trees and breathed a sigh of relief. Her green eyes eagerly took in her surroundings - a vast, airy moor that was her home. Irispaw's spirits rose and her energy was given a much-needed lift. She was home!
Fallownose trotted across the moor cautiously, his ears pricked as he scented the air every few paces. Normally he would feel comfortable by himself in the territory, but with the group of Outsiders now occupying Swooping Cliffs that was no longer the case.
The dark gray tom's pelt bristled as the scent of Outsider drifted towards him, and he wasn't anywhere near Swooping Cliffs. What the hell was one doing all the way out here? Fallownose crested the hill and was ready to confront them when he did a double take of the cat in front of him. It wasn't an Outsider, it was...
"Irispaw! I'm glad you're alright. Where have you been?"
The apprentice was so, so, so scared. She had left WindClan for a reason; training. She wanted to teach herself how to be a warrior and how to find her way home with just scents. She had failed, and quite miserably. She ended up lost in the outskirts and was now limping along. She had been attacked by a rogue, and ran away with a few scratches, a shredded ear, and a deep bite on her back leg. There was more to her leg than she knew. It hurt so bad. Doepaw didn't know if it was broken, or what. She had heard a snap when the rogue attacked her. That's what was causing her limp. She wanted to see Mama, and Leafpaw and Milkpaw, and Cowpaw too! She wanted to see them all so badly, and was quite nervous. Would they hate her for disappearing? Or would they just be happy she's back?
The small fawn tabby, barely older than a kit, finally found her way back home. She saw the familiar camp walls and her heart soared. She started limping quickly, before stumbling over a rock, sending a jolt of pain up her leg. Falling with a cry, she landed with a crash. Tears flooded her eyes and she started sobbing. All she wanted was to go back to her family, her friends. She was so close to home! She had to make it. She struggled to her paws, padded into the clearing, before collapsing again. Her energy was sapped, and she was in so much pain. "Mama? Cowpaw? Where are you?" Her voice trailed softly through the camp, cracking as she asked where the two cats she called for were.
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the medicine cat had been sitting outside of his den, grooming his long and fluffy fur - relishing in the partial warmth the sun provided. it also meant cowpaw was in ear shot when doepaw came tumbling through the clearing, calling his name out in a cracking, tired voice.
he didn't need to think about who was calling as it hadn't quite registered, but he was rushing towards his injured clanmate. worried squeaks falling from his maw before he properly arrived. cowpaw attempted to lean in, pull the little one in and comfort them with fast paced licks - careful of their wounds. it was only when he caught sight of doepaw's heterochromia that he knew who she was.
"shh.. little daisy... i have you now... you're safe.. you're safe..." he whispered quietly to her, if he was able, he would begin to try and lead doepaw back to his den where he could help treat her wounds.
A commotion in the camp clearing called Fallownose to shoot out from the warriors' den, worrying that the mysterious Outsider group was attacking. Luckily (though not for Doepaw), that wasn't the case. The deputy hurried over to help Cowpaw bring the apprentice to his den, offering a few words of comfort. "It's okay, Doepaw. You're back now, and Cowpaw will fix you right up."
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After getting back to the land of the living, Maplepaw had been quite set on never returning to ShadowClan. Sure, he could have reunited with this old mentor, Nightlight, but was living under Dawnstar’s rule worth it? No. Setting one paw after another down on the grass, the land opened up to the moors: the home of WindClan.
WindClan had lived under stable leadership for longer than Dawnstar had been leader, which is part of the reason why he wanted to join them. But the other reason? Well, let’s just say he did not want to turn out to be violent at all times like his old Clanmates. New life, hopefully a new home.
“Excuse me, is anyone out here?” He lifted his scrunched face up in the air, trying to see if he could smell anyone. But the unfortunate part about this was that he’s never had an interaction with Clans other than ShadowClan. “I, uh… I want to talk to someone about joining!”
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Doepaw sat in the den, with her head down. She felt so ashamed. She was already scarred and she was barely 7 moons old. With a sigh she lifted her head up and looked over at her leg. She hated the rogue who did this. Why did they hurt her? She wasn't doing anything..
"Mr. Cowpaw.. could I have a task to do? I don't want to be useless right now."
As Fawnpaw began disagreeing with him, Snowypaw's eyes grew wide for a moment, not expecting any actual response to his admittedly less than stellar remark. As the brown molly continued, however, the large apprentice soon found his gaze softening, a timid smile on his face as he instantly realized he rather liked this apprentice. He shared her view, of course, on how every cat has something good or interesting about themselves - maybe not him, but every cat he had met had something that was uniquely theirs - but had never thought about it in the words Fawnpaw used to describe her sentiments. Wolffeather he'd been scared senseless of before talking to, yet realized the warrior was only stern because she was goal oriented, not mean for the sake of meanness. Berrypaw was quiet and shy, but had a kind, giving heart and was always making sure those around her were alright. Stonecrackle was a massive tom who had a heart as bright as a star, always making sure he wasn't left moping for too long after Deadmoon's disappearance, going so far as taking him mole hunting like foxes of all things! And there were so many other cats he could name special things about, too.
Yes, every cat had something interesting about them indeed! Except for him. No matter how hard he tried to think of something that defined him or made him stand out, the feathery coat tom came up emptypawed. Tilting his head in thought, he gave Fawnpaw a studious look. She had an expectant look about her, as though if still waiting for a response. Oh, how he hated to disappoint! Perhaps he could tell her that his interesting trait was lacking any interesting quality?
Opening his maw to respond, he quickly shut it again, a frown on his face. Giving that response would be worse than his original answer, and that was already a pretty hard task to accomplish that he preferred remained undone. Tapping his tail in thought, he tried thinking of hobbies he might have, but quickly realized he didn't necessarily have any... unless doing chores around camp while stuck inside counted as a hobby, and somehow he doubted it. Really, all he tended to do in his free time was sit and wait for Deadmoon, or socialize. Or rather listen, as he was more fond of being spoken to than speaking. Namely because of the fact that he normally had nothing interesting to say, but was still happy for the company and hearing about others' days none the less.
Giving Fawnpaw another apologetic look, the gentle giant flicked a mismatched ear self-consciously before speaking. "I-I guess... I like listening. To others," he mewed, finally settling on a response. Realizing what he had just said, however, Snowypaw's eyes grew round as his forelimbs flew up, flailing in front of him as he tried to fix his mistake. "Oh StarClan! W-when they speak to me! N-not in general. I don't like eavesdropping. I like listening to cats when they talk to me," the patched tom sputtered, his voice growing slightly higher in pitch the longer he rambled.
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