WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Terrestrial]

Lucky's head slowly rose to set it against Echohearts shoulder. He sat there, tears still rolling down his face. He was acting like a kit! But...he felt oddly comfortable with the molly. Lucky stood up and made his way behind Echoheart. Once behind the molly he plopped down, curling his tail around her, snuggling up against Echoheart, Lucky began to drift off to sleep.

@kittygirl

[kittygirl]

Echoheart closed her eyes and sighed, she felt so bad for the poor tom.. he just killed his best friend! he is probably in so much pain! Echoheart was so trapped in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice him lift his head and place it on her shoulder, she gave a sympathetic smile and laid her head against his head and once he got up and curled around her, she settled down and curled up with lucky. surprising enough she was purring softly and drifting to sleep herself.

@Wolfie

[Mayflower]

Cedarfoot couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head lightly. It was quiet across the moor. Expectant. She shuddered, tearing her eyes off of the sky she didn't know she was staring at and focusing on the task at hand.
"Don't reply to me but... it should've been me." The ginger molly sighed, gently grabbing Runningpaw my the scruff and slowly beginning the journey back to camp. This felt like both an oversized kit and a somber parade, practically dragging her apprentice home. She wished she was dragging her home because she was having too much fun to leave, or to punish her even, but no. This was dragging her home for all the wrong reasons.
Cedarfoot still couldn't shake the bleak mantra forming in her head. It should have been me. It really should have. She's the one it would've attacked if there wasn't a rut in the moor. She shouldn't be the one able to walk. But... at least she could apologize.
Even at a time like this, "apology" left a sour taste in her math. She didn't like being wrong. But she wasn't going to let Runningpaw die while thinking that she meant all those things she said. Well some of them she did- but she couldn't help but feel bad.
Almost there. Almost home.
"Hold on."
@Moon Lily

[Abyssopelagic]

"In general or since he last- he started having the problem after a week. It never got bad this bad, he'd always eventually get past it. This time it's almost been a full day which is why I came here."
Coldamber padded in a little bit. She set Fizzlekit down, making the small tom grunt and curl up into a ball.
@wren

[wren]

“Hmph.” the tom said quietly before he searched through the tattered bundles of herbs before grabbing the juniper. He turned and glanced at the small kit. “He looks... seconds away from death” the tom said crossing the den again with a juniper bundle clamped between his teeth before dropping down in front of it. The small thing was sickly... and the awkward shape of its back was concerning. Had he not noticed this earlier? The tom leaned forward again examining it closely before withdrawing his head once again.
“I don’t think it has much a choice.” the tom suddenly stated his eyes flicking to the queen briefly. He could be calling it early, but he couldn’t actually get it to pass anything. If massaging or grooming it’s belly didn’t work there wasn’t much more he could do other than.. well.. end it’s suffering.

@Rainquail

[Abyssopelagic]

Her head sunk, staring at the ground. She didn't move for a while and she didn't dare break the silence that suddenly hung between them.
"If you can't help him...."

@wren

[Moon Lily]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

Eaglepaw waited for Littlewish to finish, nodding his head to show that he agreed to the idea."I was a kittypet, not a rouge" he corrected his mentor. He paused and then continued."I left my two legs because they were moving and couldn't take me. I didn't want to have a new family, so I ran away" He started.

Littlewish grinned sheepishly at the mistake. It wasn't right to assume. He could have just kept his mouth shut- but no, he had to blabber on with his loud tongue and face of his. He allowed the self-annoyance sting for a little while before shoving it away. There was no use being angry at himself for such a silly mistake.
"Oh...I see." So maybe he didn't arrive with the rogue family, as he'd thought. Perhaps he was adopted in? There were quite a few cases of that happening. As he listened further to his story, his eyebrows curved sympathetically.
"I'm sorry. That must have been hard."

[Shadowsight]

{Open}

Mintkit and Jaykit slept at their mother's side snuggling inside her fur. After a while, they woke up and decided to have a look around the den. They scrambled up and headed in one direction. Who would they meet?

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Mistpelt watched her kits go and turned to Sparrowkit and Sagekit. "Would you like to go with your sisters, kits?" @gs29513 @Echobreeze18

[Moon Lily]

[ @Mayflower ]

Runningpaw liked the sound of Cedarfoot's laugh. This one was genuine, unlike the several teasing ones prior to it. This one didn't echo at her mockingly or bark at her like she'd done something wrong. This one rang happily, like the sound of a bird. Was she already finding the good things? The small things? She was dying quicker than she'd thought. But hopefully her calm would keep her from looking blood too fast. She'd hate to come back dead and leave her clanmates potentially suspicious of her mentor, or become a dead weight and a burden to the ginger molly's neck. Any option that had 'dying' in it was disagreeable.
At her statement, she did what she was told, and kept her mouth shut. That didn't stop her from disagreeing. It didn't stop her from saying a quick 'nuh-uh' to herself. Her mentor had already suffered once, and though How he had, there was on main difference. She was okay with it, dying. She could go to Starclan, see her brother and mother again. Her other siblings. She could be...happy for the first time since they'd disappeared. Finally reunited with the cats she adored.
As she swung softly in Cedarfoot's grasp, she looked at the nearing camp. She could just make out the brambles that surrounded it and the tunnel that they'd exited though a while before. Ugh. Coordinator would not be hapoy, if he could even save her. Blood still leaked from her veins, her still-pumping heart doing no good. Her eyes felt heavy, and she felt almost tired, ready to go off for a long, eternal sleep. When she got back....what would she do? Say a few words, she supposed. There were some people she needed to talk to. Prancingkit. Coyotesnarl. Cedarfoot. Eaglepaw. She signed skiftly, feeling her paws slowly loose feeling. She was fading away already. Slowly...slowly. Starclan, slow down! I need to tie loose ends. She pleaded, her eyes turned up to the sky.
"I'll try."

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Fuzzy

[Late and short but its for you <3]

Silenthwisper let out the quietest of sighs. Why did she have to be impacted by this so much? She wanted to follow after Eagelsoul. Wanted to go spend the rest of their days together. Living side by side and never being apart from each other. However, that wasn't possible. She had to think of Fawnkit and Stagkit, despite him not regarding her as his mother but Fawnkit seemed to. Plus she couldn't just leave. Not again... The powdered grey molly shook her head lightly. No. It wasn't going to happen. With Weaselskip's next comment Silentwhisper turned her blue eyes to her. Yeah, this was true. She needed to get up. She took a paw and tapped her chest before motioning it in a circle, an apologetic look on her face. She didn't explain the sign. Instead she stood up and stretched her slender body. She needed to get over this or at least be more functional. Yes, more functional would be good. Silentwhisper finally nodded to the larger but younger warrior letting out a deep breath she hadn't realized she was holing in. You've got this Silent, its life. It has never and will never be easy.

Weaselskip nodded in encouragement as she watched the other molly slowly rise back to her paws. She was proud of Silentwhisper because she knew it didn't come easy to have someone you knew just... end up and leave you behind. It hurt. Like when her little brother had disappeared but Weasel was never one to particularly dwell on these topics. She preferred to shield the world from her emotions, and liked to keep them in check by managing every little bit. She couldn't slip up. It was all that held her together, this wall she'd built up around her emotions. Yet she was happy to see Silentwhisper willing to work to get out of the mindset she was in, willing to work to get better and work towards a possibly better future for her and her life. She couldn't dwell on this however and bumped her shoulder against the silver molly's, an amused smile balancing on Weaselskip's muzzle. She wanted to have fun, to run, to be free and she most certainly hoped that Silentwhisper would be having the same attitude to this. The molly was older than her, but not by horribly much. So twitching her tail she stood up tall and pointed towards the stream that was a fair bit away but nevertheless visible on the open moor. "Race you!," she called out as she shot away from Silentwhisper, her long legs finally working in unison. Something they were incapable of doing in close quarters of if she was walking slowly.