WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Arie]

-- @Wings --

Mountainmist chuckled as Creekpaw tried to move away and the now queen, pulled the apprentice back to her with a front paw. She was still strong and in shape, just because she wasn't going to be as active didn't meant she would loose all her strength of a sudden. "Ain't going to ever make me not groom your fur. And you're truly incapable of doing it on your own. There is so much dust and mud flaked in here!" She ran a claw through his fur making sure not to scratch his skin and showed it to him, mud hanging. "You're obviously not doing a good enough job!" And so she resumed her grooming of him and listened into him trying to get her to guess something. "I don't do guessing games little Creek. Ain't gonna get me to guess anything, but go ahead and tell me please." Her tail flicked happily and she curled it around herself and Creekpaw. She was still much larger than the fully grown apprentice, and it was slightly comical, but she did cherish him. He'd been good to teach for so very long. "Go on, tell me. It ain't nice to keep your mentor waiting!"

[vellichor]

Bushkit was tired of waiting. It had nearly been a whole humiliating moon as a kit, and he was aching to go back to warrior training! If Twilightbutt has thought that demoting him would help his anger management, whew, was she wrong. At least patrolling and training gave him something to do, a healthy outlet for his pent up anger and frustration. Without it, he had nothing. The kits in the nursery annoyed him, it was bad enough he had to sleep with them and deal with their stupid wails in the night. Then they constantly bombarded him with requests to play or him to teach them something. It was a waste of his time. The only cat he felt even mildly comfortable talking with at this point was Coyotesnarl, and that was because they tossed insults at each other. He needed a change from the nice small talk of others.

But right now, Bushkit wanted his leader to get off her ass and make him an apprentice again, because he was just about fed up.

It had already been a long morning of demands to play Rabbit and Hide and Seek, and pitying stares from his Clanmates. He itched to go out and hunt, do something useful! Even getting out of camp sounded like a blessing from the Star Cats at this point. Just smelling flowers. Eh. Either way, he made his way up to their "great" and "noble"!leader’s den and called. "Coming in." it wasn’t a request, but a warning. He was coming inside whether she likes it or not. When in, the dark brown cat nearly blended in, but Bushkit’s scowl was unmistakable.

@Moonraven

[FuzzyRatto]

Originally Posted by Beau

[ @FuzzyRatto ]

Rushingmoor waiter impatiently for the pas to come at his face and when it finally did he sliced his own paw inside of Curlpaw’s blocking the blow from reaching his face. Simultaneously, he used his other paw to dish out a quick jab. Figuring Curlpaw was going to freak out agin if he hit him hard, Rushingmoor pulled back a bit on the strength of the blow but still aimed it to hit the apprentice. He wouldn’t learn if he didn’t feel the hits.

Curlpaw froze, and fell backwards, flipping around and attempting to fall through Rushingmoor's blow. He felt the jab in his stomach, and landed with a muffled "Umph!" He looked up in bewilderment at his mentor. "Wow. You're really fast, and that was a bad way to turn."

[Wings]

--Creekpaw--
[ @Arie ]

Oh right, his fur was still muddy from running through muddied puddles and such. It had rained a couple days ago but, the moor was still mud in some places, which he had been unfortunate to not see and fall into. As Mountainmist put her paw over him, he just rolled his eyes and complied. There was no getting away from this. "Hey! Tell that to the mud on the moor! My fur was sparkly clean before that patrol!" Mountainmist had not been on it for some reason. But, it was just a casual hunting patrol. Rolling his eyes again, "Alright, so I met this kit named Crowkit, and I think when I'm a warrior, I want to mentor him!" He smiled big at her, this was unusual for cats as new warriors usually didn't want to mentor for a little while. But, when the two had met, Creekpaw had taught him a little bit of a battle stance. And it was so easy!

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[ @TheNyanCatMinecart - No, he was born in WC but his mother died and Songbird adopted him. ]

Taking a bite off the rabbit after Rosepaw, he nodded at her comment. It tasted amazing, all the juices sinking onto his tongue as he swallowed. Her swifting closer gave him a small red flag. Similar to Moonpaw but, he thought nothing of it. Getting closer to the rabbit to eat, right? Right? Taking another bite, it was interesting, Rosepaw's mentor was expecting soon too. Odd. Probably just a coincidence. Swallowing again, "Well, I've had a bunch of mentors but, the one that stayed around, Mountainmist, she's expecting too! Brindlejaw is going to do my assessment with me soon and I'm generally fine with that because Mountainmist is going to be at my ceremony. Which is what counts. Don't ya think so?" He rambled a little but, context was always good.

[Pepperkins]

Originally Posted by wren

“How on earth do you manage that?” the tom snorted his tail curling behind him. “Last time I checked little baby’s didn’t go hunting by themselves. Where was your mentor?” He snapped in a rather bitter tone. Though he had every single reason to be angry at the apprentice for wandering off he couldn’t be much better either. Not only had he done that at his age but... he’d gotten his entire face shredded right off too. He looked in much better shape. The tom crossed the den and grabbed out cobwebs and horsetail he’d had stored away. Both looked old... he needed more.

Shrewpaw

He frowned but just sat in wait as the tom grabbed the herbs. "I'm not a baby, I just haven't gotten trained yet..." he hissed irritated, looking at the ground. How long had he been an apprentice? He was going on what, his third mentor now? He really needed to focus so he wouldn't be stuck cleaning the else's den forever. Instnctively he went to curl his tail around his paws but remembered with a sickly feeling that would no longer be possible. Goodbye warm nights, hello cold air. He was just being overdramatic but to him it was like life or death without a tail. He had heard cats need their tail to balance, would he not be able to land correctly now?! All these thoughts ran through his head at lightning speed, fur bristling a bit as he drifted into his own little world.

[Abyssopelagic]

Beekit snuck back into the nursery from outside, a frown to her face. She dragged herself to her father's nest and played beside him for a little bit. A question kept bugging her- what's the difference between a mama and a papa?
And why was it bad she had a papa and not a mama? She remembered some other kits saying how awful it had to be. It wasn't!
But the thought kept bugging her and so she crawled up her father's side and onto his shoulder and began to gently bat at his ear, careful of her tiny little claws. "Moomoo." She whispered urgently.
When he didn't wake, she shuffled further and battered his whiskers, unfortunately losing her balance and tumbling off and onto the ground, landing with a light but solid thud onto her back.



@Zesty Mango (she heard exactly one (1) cat call him Gentlemoo and she has forever since called him Moomoo)

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Basilpaw nodded,” My mentor spent time with me on running after the training event. I’ve gone out hunting once, and gone on plenty of boring uneventful border patrols.“ she meowed

"I've been on one patrol and have had battle training and a hunting session" Eaglepaw remembered."Are you going to train soon?" he asked.

[Queenie]

Originally Posted by Arie

Stagkit was happily munching on his beetle when Cornkit screeched at him, and the white and russet tom opened his mouth and the half chewed beetle was just hanging there. "Beetles are good! Tasty!" he told Cornkit as he then swallowed it. It was... funny tasting. He enjoyed eating them. And then Corn was shoving more beetles his way! More! Looking at Corn though, Stag decided... to have a bit of fun and took up a grub before placing it once again on Cornkit's head. "Cornkit got a beetle crown! Cornkit... is the best cat!" He truly believed his words. Was... Cornkit Stag's friend? Yes yes he was! So while continuing to stuff beetles in his own mouth and crunching them down. But now they were watching ants! Ants... Could Stag eat ants? But they were sooo tiny. And itchy. Stag remember ants were itchy. So he just sat down and leaned against Cornkit as the older kit told him about ants... "So ants like... Stag and Corn? They live in clan... like Stag and Corn yes?" He wanted to know more and Corn seemed to know so much! "Corn is smart.. like Twiglight!" he insisted with a happy smile at the grey ants and the grey ground.

"Like Twilight..." Cornkit breathed. Did Stagkit mean Twilightstar? You are nothing like the leader of the clan. How could you even think such a mind boggling thought? Yet Cornkit looked up to Breezerock where Twilightstar often stood to address the clan. He closed his eyes and imagines himself standing up there. No, no way. A shadow clouded the vision, causing Cornkit to shake his head before it could dream up anything worse than a couple of mean words. Instead the little gray kit turned his attention back to Stagkit. "And here! Look!" Cornkit moved to a bug that he didn't see very often but still knew a bit about. "It's a stick bug!" He peered at the long twig like insect. "It looks like a stick so birds won't think it's food. Pretty neat trick huh?" He poked Stagkit playfully, surprising himself that he felt comfortable enough to touch such a new cat.

[Wings]

[ @wren @BILL. @Zesty Mango ]
--Creekpaw--

Trotting along behind Wolfbound, Creekpaw, the almost warrior tom, was looking around, seeing if he could spot any prey out in the open. Which was unlikely of course. Quickly coming to the other side of Wolfbound, Creekpaw gave out a hiss as Redpaw sped off. Though, his annoyance soon turned to concern as he soon followed to Oaksting. The tom was unconscious and it was scary. Was he dead?
Following orders by the older tom, he lept into action. Creekpaw didn't care if Redpaw was ordering him around but, it was a little odd that he knew so well how to order cats around on a patrol from his loner background. Pulling rocks away with his paws, trying to get to Oaksting as fast as possible.

[wren]

Wolfbound tilted her head back as the scent seemed to disappear, it was right there a second ago! Frustration made the muscly molly boot a small rock over the hillside with a grunt. That’s however when she heard Redpaw barking up a storm behind her. The warrior abandoning the chase of the ghost rabbit turned tail and headed back up the hill. Though she didn’t expect to see much, perhaps the baby stubbed his toe and needed attention.

However she was rather surprised to see exactly what was happening, A warrior sticking out of the ground, Creekpaw digging like his life depended on it. She was more appalled that this little worm was bossing her around than the fact there was a clanmate sticking out of the ground like a daisy. Her tail curled over her back “excuse me you little snot. Last time I checked you weren’t the one giving orders. Scoot over” She pushed Redpaw out of the way and stooped in close to the toms face. She didn’t really recognize him but he smelled like Windclan.

“No use digging him out if he’s dead. Besides wouldn’t wanna have to re bury him when the jobs halfway done for us” Wolfbound stooped in close to the toms face an ear to his muzzle. That was ragged breathing. Great. She pulled away once again and gave Redpaw a rather annoyed look. “Alright you two dig carefully. Once you’ve got the ground loose enough I’ll pull him out. No use getting stink face to come all out here with no herbs” the molly went to work at moving away the dirt from the entrance of the burrow.

Poor bloke must’ve been too eager to catch that rabbit.

@BILL. @Wings @Zesty Mango