WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[CheetahPelt]

@Moonraven @Pigeon

He winced. Why hadn’t Whitesong thought about sending her over by the medicine cats. No matter, it was done and over now. He dipped his head low to the leader. “Of-of course Twilightstar. We’ll get to work as soon as possible.”

[Slinky]

In the warmth of the nursery, a young silver tabby slept. However, as conciousness knocked on his skull, a mild confusion swelled in him. Normally his brother was curled beside him, or sometimes on top of him. Groggily, the handsome young tom lifted his head to blink a gaze around the nursery. Stormkit was nowhere to be seen. A yawn fell from his small muzzle and he shook his head a little, preying for the young she-cats that his brother was probably harassing. Shaking his head for a moment, he then stood to stretch his thin, agile body, his unique silver print sparkling in the dappled light that broke through the nursery.

@Radiantshine300

[dionysus]

[ @Rainquail @Arie @Lynxpaw ]

Heathernose pursed her lips as Shockpaw ignored her and simply plucked the plant from the ground but she gave Pumapaw a nod and a smile. At least someone thought to answer her! But Heathernose couldn’t really be mad at Shockpaw- her sibling had been through a lot lately and she didn’t feel like chastising them. Besides, they were nearly a warrior anyway and very easily could’ve run this patrol themself.

“Yes, thank you, Pumapaw. Snailswirl said that the average warrior can carry three while the average apprentice can carry two. Shockpaw, you’re old enough that I don’t see you having trouble carrying three and Pumapaw, you can go for two or three depending on if you find three too difficult. Eaglepaw, you can just grab two but feel free to try for a third.”

Pumapaw was an older apprentice, Heathernose knew, but she seemed on the smaller end and in reality age had little to do with how many plants one could carry- it mostly related to size. With a quick glance at the three others, Heathernose whirled around and clamped her teeth down on a marigold stalk, tugging it gently from the ground so as not to tear off half the stalk. She made quick work of the next two and stood to watch the others, the three plants fit snugly in her mouth and beginning to drop bitter juice onto her tongue.

[gs29513]

Yeah, all this stuff with Shadowclan has me stressed out a bit Skunkblaze conceded, knowing what her face probably looked like. How about you? @MagicCat99

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

Wolffang stood on WindClan's moor, a chilled wind whipping across the plains. Long fronds of lush green grass, which had grown proud and tall during greenleaf, waved back and forth. Being large and thick-pelted, with the breeze sliding off of his sleek fur like water from a duck's feathers, he barely felt the cold. The sun was hidden behind clouds, causing a cold that was uncharacteristic for the warm and sunny season. Greenleaf will normally bring storms, he reminded himself, undaunted. He was here with a purpose, however. Twilightstar had assigned him Stormpaw, a mentorless apprentice, who he was going to train. As of right now, his bright yellow gaze scanned the moor. He didn't see any sign of the brown-and-white tom yet. Shifting on his paws, Wolffang waited for a bit longer. Sure, it wasn't the most ideal weather, but he wouldn't be happy if he found the tom cowering in his nest. He would have no reason to be. It's not like it's raining or storming outside, he thought to himself with a quiet snort.

@Siren Bliss

[Madelaine]

[ @TheNyanCatMinecart; ]

---Stormpaw---

The apprentice padded after his new mentor, hoping this on would teach him something. Although they were already training, so that was a start. All the others never made it this far. The former rogue looked around to get a good look of the clearing. This must be where they trained. It was weird.
Stormpaw was used to stormy weather after living 18 moons in an alleyway. It wouldn't be a problem if it was. It wasn't though.

[DustyRose]

Originally Posted by Slinky

In the warmth of the nursery, a young silver tabby slept. However, as conciousness knocked on his skull, a mild confusion swelled in him. Normally his brother was curled beside him, or sometimes on top of him. Groggily, the handsome young tom lifted his head to blink a gaze around the nursery. Stormkit was nowhere to be seen. A yawn fell from his small muzzle and he shook his head a little, preying for the young she-cats that his brother was probably harassing. Shaking his head for a moment, he then stood to stretch his thin, agile body, his unique silver print sparkling in the dappled light that broke through the nursery.

@Radiantshine300

Speckpekit walks over to the younger kit.

[Tigerstorm0926]

@hope

Cheetahpaw made his way to the fresh kill pile and almost grabbed a rabbit, but stopped. He wasn't that hungry anyway. Just bored.

[~RooRoo~]

Yes mom. he would stand up facing the nursery and walking with his mom by his side. (Let’s move this to nursery) @gs29513

[panchiko]

// @Tigerstorm0926

“you. cheetahpaw. just the cat i was looking for,” redraven said shortly, taking a glance at the fresh-kill pile that her apprentice had made his way over to. it was about time they had at least one training session -- she felt kind of bad about the lack of attention she’d been giving the guy, but oh well. “so, uhh… you up for a little training? or am i interrupting something? you can choose what kind -- hunting, battle, whichever! i’m up for anything.” perhaps she was a bit biased towards one of those options, seeing as she loved the adrenaline that came with one of those options more than the other, but redraven was going to let cheetahpaw decide. if he was even willing to train right now, that was - but the tortoiseshell warrior doubted the apprentice would decline, seeing as it didn’t look like he was doing much now anyway. to be honest, she would probably just take him out anyway even if he didn’t want to train. she couldn’t have cheetahpaw lazing off, now could she? nope. today was finally the time for them to start training, whether cheetahpaw liked it or not.