WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[The Kitty.]

[ @Moonraven ]
Magheera parted her jaws in a long, weary yawn as she slipped quietly into the den of this so-called "Twilightstar." Even with the large Cashmere's supposedly confident stride, well... Her whole body, every nerve: Everything inside her - for one of the first times - tingled with sheer anxious excitement. What would the Clan leader think of her attitude? Her background? What if she never ended up actually accepted? Did the Clans hate her, after she and that wretched Cookie had killed ShadowClan's Strikepaw? Ugh. It was all so uncharacteristically worrying... What a pain.

"Twilightstar?" The Cashmere poked her head through the entrance of the den. "I was wondering if I could uh... Join your Clan."

[That Key in the Tree]

[Ahh, sorry for the late reply! Also should we come to a close on this?]
Wolfwhisper quickly got off of him. Ok, element of surprise didn’t cause him to react. She closed her eyes to ponder for a moment, letting him recover. Maybe working on battle first wasn’t what he needed. She twitched her ears. Perhaps this should come to an end? They were there to battle train after all. Maybe Curlpaw needed to work on something else? Was Dawnpaw being here helping him? Maybe he needed a one on one training? Or maybe something to do with the mind instead?

@~Lucid Dreams~ @FuzzyRatto

[Exis]

Originally Posted by Pancake

Talonkit laughed. "Don't worry, I didn't see it!" she fell down on her side, laughing.

Frostkit rolled on her back, “Ya you did!” She said laughing along with her.

[That Key in the Tree]

Originally Posted by Sneakyfox55

(it's fine!)

Flakekit quickly darted away, dodging and aiming to jump at him instead.

[I would’ve replied sooner but I kinda forgot]

Kestrelkit narrowed his eyes, his gaze following Flakekit. No! He couldn’t lose this! Not to him! Yet, he was losing. How? He was great at everything! Every muscle in his body was urging him to move but his paws didn’t listen. They stood frozen in there place and he just couldn’t figure out why. He had to move! He had to get out of the way! Why wasn’t he moving?! His tail dropped stiff, his eyes locked on the kit.

[FuzzyRatto]

Originally Posted by RainbowQuail

[Ahh, sorry for the late reply! Also should we come to a close on this?]
Wolfwhisper quickly got off of him. Ok, element of surprise didn’t cause him to react. She closed her eyes to ponder for a moment, letting him recover. Maybe working on battle first wasn’t what he needed. She twitched her ears. Perhaps this should come to an end? They were there to battle train after all. Maybe Curlpaw needed to work on something else? Was Dawnpaw being here helping him? Maybe he needed a one on one training? Or maybe something to do with the mind instead?

@~Lucid Dreams~ @FuzzyRatto

@~Lucid Dreams~
[Yeah, probably.]

Curlpaw lay on the ground, breathing heavily. "W-why... Why did you... You do that? Can... Can we go back now? This isn't helping. I did learn new stuff like hit as hard as possible and jump on other's backs when they're not prepared, but I still suck. I guess I'm better at the thinking part than the doing part... Which kinda sucks, because I always wanted to be a big strong warrior... Maybe if I was to go out and run every day, or something like that, I would get better at running, but I don't really get the whole 'putting power in your arm' or stuff like that. I'm better at thinking about stuff bitterally. ...Why is it bitteral, anyways? Bitteral sounds like bitter, not like doing what is said now what is meant."

[Doom]

Robincloud strolled out of the warriors' den, tail held high with his chest puffed. He just finished his afternoon nap, so the tom was more than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed – ready to chill out with his fellow Clanmates.

Upon a random selection, Robincloud sat himself down beside the nearest Clanmate (who he recognized as Gentlemoo) and flashed them a friendly lopsided smile. "Sup. Nice day, eh?"

@Zesty Mango

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Fae

Robincloud strolled out of the warriors' den, tail held high with his chest puffed. He just finished his afternoon nap, so the tom was more than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed – ready to chill out with his fellow Clanmates.

Upon a random selection, Robincloud sat himself down beside the nearest Clanmate (who he recognized as Gentlemoo) and flashed them a friendly lopsided smile. "Sup. Nice day, eh?"

@Zesty Mango

Gentlemoo found the way Robincloud started the conversation a bit unconventional, frankly his first thought was that poor Robinkit not get taught how to be respectful to others, what kind of cat just says that unless chatting with an apprentice,” Hell, Robincloud. How is hunting, since I’m trapped in the nursery with 4 kits.” he asked

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

Eaglepaw tried to block the strike. Basilpaw hit him and Eaglepaw lashed out at her, aiming for some good blows at her head, making sure he didn't hit her too hard and his claws were sheathed.

Basilpaw felt the blows on her head and tried a move Eaglepaw showed her she jumped up letting her paws try to smack Eaglepaw’s back before landing with a slight stumble.

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Basilpaw felt the blows on her head and tried a move Eaglepaw showed her she jumped up letting her paws try to smack Eaglepaw’s back before landing with a slight stumble.

Eaglepaw tensed as Basilpaw jumped over him. He felt her paws smack his back and stumbled slightly, quickly correcting himself. He turned and watched her, wondering what her next move would be.

[Queenie]

Originally Posted by Arie

{Sorry if my post isn't that long/good, dealing with a lot rn}

Stagkit was puzzled to say the least. Cornkit? What was that kind of name? Corn he knew... so maybe the other cat just messed up their own name. "Corn you are!" he squeaked and then watched the other kit draw a line before the other kit started looking at the ground. "Why is Corn looking at the ground? Is there beetles on the ground?" he asked curiously walking/stumbling over to the other kit and poking him with his bad paw before looking down at the ground too. "Stag sees no... beetles. Where are the beetles Corn?" the white and ginger kit asked. He wanted to see the beetles now that he had determined there was beetles on this patch of ground that Corn was looking at. "Is Corn special? So Corn can see beetles while Stag just sees grey dirt? Stag sees in grey!" he proclaimed loudly then shut up. He was scaring away the beetles!

Cornkit had absolutely no idea what Stagkit was talking about. Who was this rambunctious loud kit who referred to himself in third person and made up nonsense about beetles. He looked at the tiny speckles of dirt that were on his paws and let out a small chuckle. They did sort of look like beetles. He glanced up to see Stagkit's face closer than he expected and let out a small yelp. He didn't usually let strangers get that close to him. Is Corn special? The words ran deep into the roots of his brain. He thought about the voice that haunted him. Did that make him special? Was special good? "I-" He didn't really know what to say. A soft purr rumbled in his belly. For some reason he was starting to get oddly comfortable. "Corn." He changed his words to match Stag's. "Corn hears a voice in his head. It's my voice." He admitted, "but it has its own thoughts. I don't like the way it thinks." He quickly looked back to the imaginary beetles, embarrassed for admitting this to a starnger.