WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Moonraven

Deadpool had an automatic urge to stick out a forepaw and keep the little bomb at least a tail length away from her at all times. But that would be too mean, even for her. So she just took his little hug, ignoring the natural urge to simply purr about it, and listen to him as he went on about the leader.
"Think I happer Leader fed clan before Leader-self." Deadpool answered, finding it a little cute that the apprentice was so devoted to his mentor. She felt it was hard to form mentor and apprentice bonds as strong as the one Twilightstar had with Pestpaw. Maybe it was because they already thought of each other as family?
"No, bad Pestpaw. Rude." Deadpool scolded the tom as he waved a paw in her face suddenly, making her want to jump back, not expecting it. "No worry me not. Hunt doing." She responded, turning her attention back to her surroundings. The chimera didn't think she'd lose the apprentice since he was so loud and chatty. The she-cat's eyes honed in on a small rabbit near a bush, it wasn't hard to sneak up on it and spring. It looked like a young thing, a bit scrawny but prey was prey.
"Talk less, hunt more." Deadpool urged Pestpaw as she padded back over to the apprentice and dropped her rabbit by his catch.
@Arie [Oh, I forgot we can do that!]

Ok. So Twiggy would most like that he fed the clan before her! Got it! "Thank you Deafloops! I shall feed the clan before Twiggy gets food!" It was really helpful and nice of her to do it! Woop, woop, woop But then Deafloops didn't like the waving paw, and well... that was one similarity between Deafloops and Twiggy! Neither liked to have a paw in their face. Stagpaw would be sure to note that whenever he was determined to annoy the leader. It was no longer just a her-thing but something other cats reacted too as well... he didn't know HOW to use it but like, he would. Somehow. To an extent of stupid.

Ok. Hunt! He could do that! Somewhat, like he'd already caught one mouse and all so he was on a great track! Or at least he believed that. Watching as Deafloops found the rabbit though and then caught it! As she caught he clapped his paws and smiled brightly and then found his own little mouse and came over and dropped it directly on top of her rabbit... He needed to catch something more. What could he catch?

"Deafloop? Can you show me how to catch birds?"

[yup no worries, they're due the 15th Dec, so just report it in whenever ur ready or I can have Stag do it if you feel you wont have time <3]

[Jade13]

Originally Posted by mellifluentCurator

Beekit sighed as the more level-headed of the pair left them. StarClan help me, they thought, taking a moment to be annoyed before standing up. "Sure, why not," they said, standing up and stretching. They shake their fur out and sigh one more time, padding over to the corner to snag one of the moss balls sitting there. They haphazardly fling it back towards Ravenkit, barely paying attention.

ravenkit got some moss and roled it into a ball, she than looked at beekit and roled it to them " so why do kits have kit after there name? wouldnt it be weird when your older and be ravenkit?" she was confused about a lot of things in a clan but wanted to ask this first, she didnt understand why stormkit just left was he mad at her for there mom being dead, it was her fault so she didnt blame him, she hated herself for it but couldnt show or tell anyody else, what if they got mad or kicked her out of the clan!

[Arie]

-- @Beau --

"Well, we do live quite close to it so at this point I wouldn't be surprised if Starclan somehow believes that picking up our camp and dropping us in the ocean is the next thing that Windclan deserves. Like, cannibals sure... but preferably no thanks to the water. I would prefer to avoid drowning, especially in this weather." Breezefeather was in all truth enjoying this hypothetical game of what would happen or could happen and it was truly quite amusing.

But this was a clear sign that there at least were some cats with at least half a brain, despite the deputy still questioning the other's tom choice of companions. A sleepy and tired leader who might want nothing to do with him and an apprentice who clearly lacked any kind of common sense. That was questionable but... could it have to be with an unspoken need to find at least some lack of seriousness in life? That could be it but it also seemed that apprentice really just needed some help to find proper ground but then again, who was he to speak? He'd not known the apprentice for long at all.

"I think you're right on that track with sending them to the elder's den but then again... whose to say they won't just leave as soon as our one elder falls asleep? I will not put that past warriors who fail to report their patrols and even fail to complete them." Nope... He would not put anything past cats who were willing to pull such tricks, especially warriors who should know better and have lived through the starvation period if not the Coyote attack. Those were things that should've taught them to know better.

"But hows your time been going? I presume not a whole lot to do for the warriors lately outside of the occasional patrol?" As much as he wanted to complain about the lack of patrol reports, they had gotten better and well... that was one good step. But he wanted to know how the warriors were feeling too, heading into the dark parts of leafbare.

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Jesse

(Sorry about the wait. Just a short creative drought, which is why this post is somewhat lackluster.)

Burningpaw’s sides heaved as he caught his breath, the rage subsiding as quickly at it had come. He was left staring at the rabbit that lay mangled at his paws with bitter indifference, until he noticed Breezefeather storming towards him. The deputy looked like he was about to breathe fire, a sight that would have shaken any apprentice- even a warrior. Burningpaw did not so much as flinch. His pride denied him.

“It’s just a piece of meat. I killed it, I can do with it whatever I please. If the elders can’t stomach a little bit of dirt maybe they shouldn’t stomach anything at all. Beggars can’t be choosers.. isn’t that the saying?”

“You can’t keep me trapped in camp forever.. Who’s to say you have the power to keep from hunting at all? Do you plan on fighting me? An apprentice?”

"A piece of meat? You don't kill it for pleasure, when you kill a prey when out on a hunting patrol, it does not become yours, it become's the lifeblood of the clan. If you cannot stomach that simple nock off your pride pedestal, you should refrain from eating any prey all of the others have caught, and always take care of yourself. But that's not how the clan works. We take care of each other, and that means you should be respectful to your elders as well as the clanmates who eat this prey. Who's to say this might go to the elders? It might go to a kit who can choke on the dust and sand clinging to it. Be responsible Burningpaw, take care of your prey like you would a clanmate because this is going to the clanmates."

Breezefeather didn't know how else to knock the sense into the young tom and decided that it wasn't worth his effort to get into a big argument with his apprentice. So turning around, and leveling a harsh glare at Burningpaw with his green eyes, he spoke his voice cold, "Power? I am the deputy. The right-hand in this clan. If you cannot respect my rank, whose to say you're going to do the same to Twilightstar. I will not fight you because I expect you to know better but if you do leave camp, I'll talk to her about a demotion for you because clearly you need to learn more respect before you're capable of learning." Hoping that, that at least got through to Burningpaw he continued down the tunnel picking up his own rabbit and then proceeded to leave the warren, mentally still fuming and angry... he would need a good run to clear his head.

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by Phoenix Fire

The small kit pushed her way out rather awkwardly. With a final kick, she was in the colder air. She mewed, her tiny pink tongue showing. And then she was by her mother's belly. She started drinking milk, it was so warm and sweet! @Lionblaze2008

Sparkfire licked her second-born, placing her near her brother

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by Reindeer Nightmares

(My kit? Who-?
May I have the link to my form-? I'm bad at remebering these things>

http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/...60&postcount=9

[Cloudkit14]

Originally Posted by Lionblaze2008

( @Reindeer Nightmares, @Phoenix Fire @Gizmo @Kipo Oak, Remember to bring Fireleg here! And remember he won't really care for her anymore.)
Sparkfire had just gotten into Windclan 2 days ago. She was still wary of others, but they seemed to care about her. Sparkfire lie down in her nest, when a spazm of pain shot up her. *My kits are comming*. With a jolt, she realized. She knew what to do. She grabbed the nearest stick, and waited. Soon, she convulsed, the stick snapped, and a little calico tomkit came out. *My Son!* She thought. Licking him strongly, she nudged him to her belly. (Yall reply now)

A cream tomcat with orange points but more of Sparkfire's build slid out, mewling.
(This is Sleetkit)

[dionysus]

[ @Erebus ]

A fight with a Shadowclan cat certainly wasn’t nothing and Rushingmoor frowned.

“Does Twilightstar know if the skirmish? Which side of the border did this take place on- I assume ours?”

Fighting over prey on Windclan’s side of the border was perfectly acceptable and honorable, even if they’d lost. Sneaking onto Shadowclan’s territory and getting caught, though? The last thing they needed at the moment was another feud with the toadstools- Twi likely would not be pleased with any who stirred the pot.

Speaking of Windclan’s issues, though, prey was in short supply and their current mission was an important one. Rushingmoor gave a nod as Brightpaw responded and the striped warrior led the way down the incline, following a particularly strong rabbit scent. It wasn’t long before he found himself above a burrow and he stepped aside to give Brightpaw room.

“I’ll go find a rabbit to send your way.”

Dropping into a crouch, Rushingmoor stalked to the side, making sure to give the den a wide berth so he would be on the other side of any rabbits he found. Some movement nearby caught his attention and his sharp hunter’s eyes caught the brindle pelt of a hare even among the waving fronds of dead grass. The tom positioned himself behind it and raised his tail high in a signal to Brightpaw before leaping into action and sending the rabbit running in exactly the right direction.

[dionysus]

[ @Arie ]

That was an interesting proposition. Cannibals or ocean? He wasn’t quite sure which he would take. Perhaps drowning would be better- at least then no one would be eating any parts of him. Rushingmoor snorted and shook his head to remove the strange train of thoughts. Obviously the best idea would be to avoid dying altogether.

“It truly would be something to watch Starclan drop us in the ocean. Perhaps that’s next? Then again, with all of the fires that Thunderclan has suffered for the past few seasons, perhaps that is the next trauma for us. It would be all too easy for the blaze of the forest to set to spark the dry grass of green leaf.”

That actually was a worry that had been plaguing Rushingmoor for some time- ever since the fires in Thunderclan. Windclan was in a position to be decimated by a wild fire. They didn’t have the water of Riverclan to protect them or the trees of Thunderclan and Shadowclan to at least slow the flames down long enough to let them escape. A fire in the dry grass of their moor would spread fast and long.

Shaking off the morbid thoughts, Rushingmoor allowed himself to smirk at Breezefeather’s observation as to the laziness of the warriors. He was right of course, there was no promising that such warriors would stick out their punishment. Rushingmoor had been mostly joking anyway, but it truly was a problem, figuring out how to bring more work ethic to the clan. He didn’t envy Breezefeather the job.

“My time? I don’t even know how I’ve been spending it. I suppose I mainly go on patrols and keep watch of Stag and Twi. I haven’t been talking to her much lately... it’s been... hard.”

[Fairytale]

Her mother's tongue felt so amazing! The she-kit was very happy, with her brother next to her, and she was so warm and full! @Lionblaze2008