WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

Originally Posted by Sneakyfox55

Foxdung... Guess he'd be clawing out his fur after all. "No, no, it's fine!" he mewed quickly, despite said disappointment coursing through him. "It wasn't your fault." He eyed the bird she held in her jaws. "Nice catch," he added, a bit admiringly.

@TawnyNeedsACoffee

AspenSpring gave a slight nod as she was about to pick the bird back up to take to camp but she stopped as DeerTalon commented about her catch she gave a small smile to the tom."Oh Thanks.. You would of have gotten a great catch as well if it wasn't for me uhm... Sorry again". She felt a little guilty so she gave a little apology as she looked at the tom beaming a small little smile, AspenSpring was usually a polite cat but cats who knew who were aware that she is very feisty if enraged and competitive if challenged but in front of most cats she was calm and polite."Uhm...Here take this instead since I did mess up your hunt, I can always hunt more for the clan later..". She nudged the bird towards DeerTalon with her paw being polite and also because she wanted to bring a bigger piece of prey back anyway.

[Solstice_X]

"Now." Silverminnow replied, striding off towards the entrance, "If Applefluff wants to participate, she can meet us at the border."

Silverdust nodded to the other two, "After you."

[ @RuinsNight @wren @:Grimm: ]

[psyche]

LARKSONG
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"Actually, we're going to take a look at our territory today! You have to know where and what to defend before you can lash your claws at every cat that comes by," she purred in amusement, giving the apprentice a lick on the top of his head. Even though she didn't have kits of her own, she was very much taking on a mother-like role to her apprentice already. After their first long patrol together, she'd really bonded with the apprentice. "buuuuuuuuut, she added, flicking her tail as she swayed to one side, "we couuuld slip i a little battle training if you pay extra close attention out on the moor!"
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@Pepperkins

[wick]

@Shimm & @CheetahPelt & @doghouse

Vulturekit flushed red with embarrassment under her tortie pelt, fur pricking along her spine. My mother's dead, you insensitive fur-ball, she wanted to growl, a pang of greif shooting through her as she was reminded of Hawkberry, but she quickly settled back into annoyance, managing to hiss out, "be quiet, fur-ball," before Songbird picked her up.
She turned to struggled to get out of Songbird's grasp, already feeling embarrassed enough at having tripped in front of everyone. "He tripped me on purpose!" she mewed in an angry tone, turning her head to to stick her tongue out at Fleetkit.

[Jesse]

Mistyfern’s fur visibly bristled. To think the first time he’d hear the word “dad” would not be from the mouth of his own son.. but instead from the mouth of the cat he hated the most.

But then.. that wasn’t right, was it? No, the cat he hated the most had never been Coyotesnarl. And although he hated to admit it, the cat he hated the most.. was himself.

The medicine cat seemed to space out for a moment, unconsciously focusing his frustration onto poor Littlewish. It seemed like quite a while before Mistyfern noticed he’d been digging his claws into the young warrior's flank where he was compressing the wound and with a sharp gasp he released his grip. “Sorry.” He quickly scooped up a handful of the cobwebs that Coyotesnarl had plopped down next to him and began dressing the wounds. His unsteady paws made it a difficult task, but with some extra care, he was able to do a passable job. At least now he wouldn’t be bleeding his guts out. Mistyfern stared angrily down at the measly wad of cobwebs that was left. “I thought I told you to grab poppy seeds too. Honestly, none of you kids listen.”

With an aggravated sigh he wiped his blood stained paws against his chest and limped over to sift through the woefully unorganized stash. “What? None?” Oh, right. It was leaf-bare. Which meant no poppies.. And without poppies there were no poppy seeds.. Didn’t the last medicine cat think to put some aside for winter? Ugh.. Oh well, it seemed everyone was faring alright for the time being. Probably the shock. Once the shock wore off? Well..

Mistyfern looked over at Runningpaw, his gaze softening momentarily. Of course, they were probably just worried. Anyone would be tense if they feared for their friends life.. He knew how that felt. “He’ll be fine.” His voice had mellowed and lost it’s edge, if only briefly. “Come, let me clean those cuts up.” He had turned to pluck some moss damp with condensation from off the wall.

@wren @Moon Lily @CheetahPelt

[lio]

[ @Moonraven @Shimm (so you know she's missing) @RedHead @GrapeGalaxy @Morningstar @Lonestar23 ]

Tawnystep had barely even heard her name when it was called for a patrol. She blinked and looked up, following her patrol members out of the camp. However, while walking, she caught the scent of meat and found herself following it. Her mouth watered hungrily and she soon came upon a strange metallic contraption. Inside, a chunk of meat lay. Tawnystep stalked toward it and took a bite, but as she did, the door to the contraption closed and she was left trapped. The russet she-cat yowled but was soon whisked away by a Twoleg, shoved into a monster and taken away from the Clans.

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[ @BILL. @implimm ]

Hogpaw blinked twice as he watched Foxpudge and Elderpaw complete the task, his head tilted to the side. He hummed quietly to himself in thought before trying to copy the movements, moving forward only to wobble and nearly fall over with each step. However, albeit (mostly) off balance, the chubby tom still managed to stalk forward in an attempt to follow directions correctly.

[Wings]

(Idk what Maplekit looks like so Imma just say his mottled for now.)
@Shimm @:Grimm: @mochi @TawnyNeedsACoffee

Quietly panting, Lynxstep admired her three new kits. She licked her new kin vigorously before looked to her first born. A white and ginger kit, "Your name shall be Silverkit, for your, mostly, silver pelt." Then her second born, "Your name will be Maplekit, for your mottled pelt." Last, her third born, another tom, "And my third born, Scorchkit, for your beautiful silver face and markings. I know all of you will bring greatness to Windclan." The queen purred as she licked her kits, one by one. Lynxstep looked around the father of the litter, Creekrunner.

[Sneakyfox55]

Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee

AspenSpring gave a slight nod as she was about to pick the bird back up to take to camp but she stopped as DeerTalon commented about her catch she gave a small smile to the tom."Oh Thanks.. You would of have gotten a great catch as well if it wasn't for me uhm... Sorry again". She felt a little guilty so she gave a little apology as she looked at the tom beaming a small little smile, AspenSpring was usually a polite cat but cats who knew who were aware that she is very feisty if enraged and competitive if challenged but in front of most cats she was calm and polite."Uhm...Here take this instead since I did mess up your hunt, I can always hunt more for the clan later..". She nudged the bird towards DeerTalon with her paw being polite and also because she wanted to bring a bigger piece of prey back anyway.

"Oh no, it's really alright," mewed Deertalon, nudging the bird back without thinking. "Today's just not my lucky day, that's all." He didn't want to go back to camp and take credit for something he didn't catch; his ears perked up as he got an idea. "I could take it back for you, though," he offered, "if you want to catch more."

[GrapeGalaxy]

[ @Moonraven @Shimm @RedHead @Morningstar @Lonestar23]

Owlpelt's fur bristled at the sudden yowl behind him. To identify the source of the shriek, he looked around with nose sniffing around for Twolegs or trespassers. "Did...any of you hear that?" He hesitatingly called to the others.

[Moon Lily]

@wren @Xeno @CheetahPelt

Littlewish squirmed under Mistyfern's grip, noticing his needle-like claws almost immediately. He tried not to help in pain, as the tom seemed to be in thought, and he didn't want to disturb an already grumpy cat.
"It's fine, really!" He exclaimed, though he huffed gratefully as the pressure ceased. Squirming as his wound was dressed, he noticed the silence between the two medicine cats, or rather, the medicine cat and his apprentice. They didn't seem friendly with each other. And speaking to them all as 'kids', hah, that was something.
"Um, I don't need poppy seeds, if you don't have them! I think I'll be just fine with my adrenaline rushes." He sat up, licking a blood stain from his chest fur. He glanced in the direction of Whitesong, smiling.
"How ya doing, bud?"

Runningpaw nodded at the medicine cat's reassurance, surprised in the least. She hadn't expected this cat to have so many layers...But then again, it was hard to imagine it when she was this impulsive. She always thought all cats had one layer, and that's what they stayed as. But there was more to their stories, as she had realized later on. She covered up her awed face, setting it back into stone. Her pelt ruffled with relief.
"That's good." She mewed quietly. She followed him with her gaze, and watched as he plucked moss off of the rocky wall. A free moss source? She should come here when she had to change bedding...it would have saved her time.