WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Madelaine]

Originally Posted by Sootsplash

Nightkit ran out of the clearing, trying to get away from the other kits' play fighting, it just wasn't for him. He saw Seedkit and ran over to her. "Hi!"

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I put a thing on one of your finders, but I don't think you responded. Can Nightkit be a possible future mate for Seedkit?

(i totally forgot to respond to it, I would love to see how they roleplay and see if they can get to that point)

Seedkit jumped when she heard a kit pad up to her. The little kitten hid her face in the shadows. "Hey.", she meowed in a weird way. She talked differently then most cats and that was due to her crooked muzzle and nose.

[Abyssopelagic]

When Coldamber deposited Fizzlekit in the nest beside her, he shook himself and in a fit sat at the edge of the nest, continuing to pout.
When a moss ball rolled towards him, he perked up. He bopped it with his teeny paw and drew it in closer. He briefly put his weight on it before tossing it back to Gullkit. His throw landed a tad short and he huffed, a bit dejected.

@Zesty Mango

[nocturnal]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Realizing Sparrowkit was hungry, Gentlemoo gently nosed Sparrowkit over to Coldamber so she could nurse the little she-kit.

The brown kit flailed as something pushed her, but stopped when she felt warmth. Curling into the source's fur, Sparrowkit opened her little mouth and searched for the food. She happily latched on and suck out the milk, content for now.

[MEAT ANGELS]

@Puddle~

Hivekit was curled up into a small ball, her back rising and falling. For the last couple sunrises, she had been avoiding her littermates, social contact, and the prey pile. She longed for the comfort of her mothers soft fur, and the warm scent of her milk.
So...
She was taking the death of Brightflame well.

Her littermates we’re dealing with it in their own ways, though Hivekits mind had shortened to only include herself and one other cat, who would be the first to manage to talk to her after Deadpool, who had come into the nursery carrying the dreadful news. Of course, the small blind kit didn’t blame Deadpool at all, it wasn’t her fault that the snake had squeezed her mother. Whatever that meant. However scarring the event was, Hivekit felt the need to find a new momma. Curling tighter into the jumble of feathers and moss, she desperately searched for even the smallest of her mothers scent. ”mo..momma?” Her small wail, however quiet, was filled with an extension of sadness.

[Puddle~]

@Fallen One

Puddlepaw had been hanging out in the clearing, unsure of what to do. He'd already done some training recently. And it didn't seem like any of his other apprentice friends were around. What else was there to do? Gazing around the clearing, the young tom's vivid green eyes landed on the nursery. Ahh, that's right. He'd promised to visit some of his friends in there, hadn't he? Now seemed like it might be a good time to fulfill that promise, so he hopped up and made his way over.

Poking his head through the entrance, the apprentice tried to see if any of his friends were in there. "Rootkit? Foxkit? Emberkit? Cinderkit?" It didn't seem like any of them were here right now. Perhaps he'd missed them playing around out in the clearing. And so, the young tom was about to turn around and leave. That is, until he heard a sad, feeble voice wailing for... "momma." He frowned. It sounded like such a sad and desperate cry, a tone which most kits didn't use. Pivoting around again, the tom decided to go see who it was. And he soon stumbled upon a small kit, curled up in a nest, mewling for "momma." He could recognize this kit. Wasn't this one of Brightflame's litter? Emberkit and Cinderkit's sister? Hivekit, was it? When he'd last been in here, he'd managed to teach a couple of words to Hivekit's siblings. But little Hivekit had been slower in developing than her littermates, and he hadn't gotten a chance to bond with her before his apprentice ceremony ushered him out of the nursery. So, seeing this as an opportunity to bond with the last kit of the litter, Puddlepaw sat down and mewed in a soft voice. "Hello, little one. You're Hivekit, right?"

[Queenie]

@Arie {Stagkit}

Cornkit stared at his little pile of pebbles that he often played with when Breezefeather was busy. The lanky tom had successfully piled up four into a pyramid and was now trying to get one on top of the other. He found the balancing act therapeutic for his often frazzled mind, if the stones fell they fell. They didn't complain about falling, nor did they get hurt when they fell. Most importantly they didn't get angry if the entire structure toppled over. When it did, Cornkit would simply start over again. And with each achievement he felt accomplished. It was something he was good at, finding the best place to set one stone on another stone. It just didn't benefit anyone but himself. He looked to other kits who were tumbling around in some foilage. The toxic thoughts that often clouded his head kept him at bay, but the thoughts came from somewhere and the script it followed came from the other kits in the nursery. He sighed wishing the kits wouldn't treat him differently. His lack of eye contact and fidgety personality made easy targets for teasing, yet the game they were playing looked fun. But the stones are nice too. He pressed his nose against the tower and with a couple of clickity clacks the rocks were in a pile again. He smiled to himself humming a soft tune as she built the tower up again.

[Arie]

Originally Posted by shortstack

Yewpaw
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"I suppose..." she shrugged, not bothering to specify what part of Breezefeather's little speech she was referring to, "So long as we can look for Coldsong."

No part of her really wanted to go hunting. The thought alone of leaving the safety of camp sent a shiver up her spine. Progress was being made - what with her training with Coldsong- but now he was just... gone? Or at least, hadn't been around in a while. She just wanted to know what was going on. Wanted everything to be okay again. Leaving the camp to go hunt didn't factor into that, but it felt like Breezefeather wasn't really giving her a choice in the matter.

Breezefeather nodded, despite spotting the reluctant demonstrated by the apprentice's shrug. They had lingered in the clearing long enough, and with a flick of his tail he walked towards the entrance. He was patient, but only to a certain extent. He hoped the apprentice's head would be focused on the hunt... because otherwise it could go really really wrong. Maybe he should have asked that before? Hunting... despite it not seeming dangerous in nature was something that could kill or main even an experienced cat. He might just teach her to go after easier prey... Well easy and easy. To others mice might be easy... however being absolutely terrified of the small creatures the slender tom decided that they would head down towards the more marsh part of the moors. Lapwings loved the area and it would provide an interesting first lesson, despite his own personal want for chasing rabbits. He might as well explain on the way down there, but he just had to double check with the molly if she truly wanted to go hunt, or if she would prefer to go looking for her mentor. "Are you sure you're in for a hunting lesson? We can go look for Coldsong first if you prefer that?" His tail did flick with impatience but he would be able to contain his own frustration to aid the apprentice.

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Lotuspool nodded, "Y'know, I'm not the most... emotional of cats, but I can try to help you out" she offered, sitting down beside Weaselskip. she's had these moments where she felt like that, but they weren't as extreme. "So, whats been on your mind?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She was pretty curious, though it wasn't like her to be so nosy- for lack of a better word.

Letting out a snort, one of her lesser appreciated characteristics, Weaselskip nodded to the comment of the other warrior. "Who in truth needs emotions. The only seem to wreck and destroy you more than you already are." She hadn't meant to sound so philosophical, so cold... but it was the only reasonable response. She knew what love felt like... she knew and she cherished it so very deeply. But that was it. She knew nothing about herself other than that... Nothing. And she so wanted to figure out who she was, what she was and just know what laid ahead of these hollow walls she'd built up for herself. "What's on my mind you ask?" she answered, trying her best to add in a bit of sass. Despite how she wanted to explore the world... despite how vulnerable she felt... She would do her best to keep up these walls for as long as she could, even though she was lowering them every now and then. "I have fallen utterly in love with someone I shouldn't and is currently debating my entire life due to it." There it was. It was out and it was just straight and blunt as she would've preferred. Now it was up to her clanmate to deal with these emotions for now and she was glad to just have a moment to breathe.

[Socks]

Originally Posted by NeverGonnaGiveYouUp

The she-kit gave a little chuckle. "I'm Hazelkit and it's nice to meet you." The she-kit replied with a smile. It was nice to get to know other kits but she didn't really have many friends and she could tell Tumblekit didn't have many friends either, just like her.

Tumblekit gave an awkward smile, trying to figure out how to configure his face to give off the same feeling as Hazelkit's smile. "I-I, uh. It's nice... To meet." His fur fluffed up and he stood still for a moment before jumping up to his paws. Next, next, what's next? "Game!" He exclaimed, padding in place. "Game, game, play-uh, I- Can we?"

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Spiderfrost

Lilypaw lowered her stance, legs spread to distribute her weight as she watched Weaselskip closely through the lecture. She in turn followed as the grey warrior circled her, keeping the other within her line of sight.

"On contrary," she hummed, claws digging into the ground unseen for stability. "That's strategy. Physical strength is overrated if the brute doesn't know how to use it."

She saw the grey warrior running for her before she heard the pawsteps and the claws digging into the ground kept her back leg from being pulled completely away from her. It still dragged against the ground, but as soon as she felt her opponent breeze past her Lilypaw was on the move, steps quick, quiet, and controlled.

"Truthfully, how you describe how Windclan fights is more in my comfort zone...with some differences." she turned her body to see where Weaselskip was and gave a her a small smile before slipping into the tall grasses surrounding the training area.

"But where Windclan is quick and precise...I like to take my time." she peaked through the grass, closer to Weaselskip than where she had entered. her green eyes glinted before she hid again.

"Stealth attacks, though, may be harder to pull off in your clan than in Shadowclan." her voice got softer as her near soundless steps brought her behind Weaselskip. And then, the she-cat pounced, aiming to pin the grey warrior down.

Weaselskip was not happy. Not at all as it seemed the calico apprentice was beating her at her own game, and the slender grey warrior lost her balance as Lilypaw pinned her down. "Guess you're not too bad at this game, little pretty flower," she laughed. But this was not the purpose of the lesson, yet nevertheless it was funny. "What an honour it is to be pinned by someone as pretty as you." With that she shook her head and rolled out from underneath the other warrior. "I see you adapted your Shadowclan techniques. However," she lifted a paw and shook it with a reprimanding look in her green eyes as she stared at the technically older cat. "You adapted what you knew.... not to what was told. You're not here to become a moor shadow are you? I thought you were here to learn how the Wind fights and how it flows." She liked that phrase and beginning to circle the other molly again she twitched her fluffed up tail. "I appreciate you showing me what to expect though, shall I ever encounter another Shadowclan cat that I cannot win over by my amazing wooing skills." She laughed once again and then stopped. "You need to stop relying on your ambush skills. Despite this area of the training moor having taller grass, the majority of the moors, especially down by the other borders it is easy to see anything that moves. Like you." She kept walking a bit, moving into the more open part of the training area. "See if you can knock me over pretty flower. This time without!" and she directed a heavy glare, "using the tall grass and your shadowclan techniques. Won't do you well if you can't adapt to new techniques."