@Moonraven Yeah... Pine was what the taller twoleg called me. Amber was what the smaller one decided on... the little kit said.
"Pine, that name will work." She muttered to herself before returning her green gaze to the kit. "Since you're here by yourself, would you like to return home with me?"
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”Oh I am?” She tilted her head, “I can leave it you want..I don’t have anywhere else to go.” She mewed softly, sorta sad. Before, her ears perked up, mewing suddenly, “Or! I could join your group! I could help you out and such!” Her tail stuck up, her eyes suddenly glimmering with happiness.
No one seemed to have anywhere to go these days. Twilightstar's been troubled about taking in more mouths to feed, but they'd make it work. She just needed to get through this leafbare, hopefully. "I suppose we can do that." She meowed, still a little put off by how uppity this cat was. "Your name?"
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Ash was waddling somewhere, she didn't know where though, Where is my mother? She thought to herself, I'm Hungry! she started Mewling out, she was getting weaker, and weaker, she was almost to the point of freezing "Hwelp!" she called out softly, so quiet, it was very likely no cat heard her.
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Twilightstar was working out her new route home through the snow when she heard the soft mewling coming from nearby. Someone was going to get a shredded ear if she found one of the kits this far from camp. With an irritable flicker of her tail, she changed her direction and padded off, eyes darting around till they landed on the small runt making the squeaking noise. "Now, who are you?" Twilightstar asked, shaking off the snow from her pelt as she walked or to the kit. It wasn't one of her clan's little ones.
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-Windpaw-
The she-cat had... run away for some time after Gullpaw had showed her true self. And she still was in shock but, was... better... somewhat at least. She had had time to think, to digest what had happened. What she wanted to do for herself. And who she could really trust. And now.. would she go back? Would she be able to? Windpaw couldn't imagine her life without Snailswirl but could she go back to the whole clan. She didn't know, just frozen on the moor with a slight shiver running down her spine. She just... didn't know.
She hated leafbare if only her dislike for the weather could properly heat up her frozen paws. Twilightstar wasn't certain why she bothered with this, it was a bad routine that was drilled into her paws. The leader should have just stayed in her den, where she could be sleeping.
So focused on the cold and her bad mood, she nearly failed to spot the cat standing like a statue some tree lengths away. With her interest peaked, Twilightstar picked up her pace and moved into a slow trot. The scent wasn't right, but she knew the pelt as one of her lost cats. This one stood out to her since she always seemed so very timid, that and Twilightstar had to rename her during her apprentice ceremony. "Windpaw," her voice carried across the windy moor as she paused a few tail lengths away from the cat.
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Bearpelt carries Birdkit back to camp. [I thought of a reason each for Bearpelt and Birdkit to have gone missing but I don,t have a reason for Foxkit to have gone missing) (can you help me with that) @Moonraven
Twilightstar raised her head as she spotted the cat carrying the kit back into camp. It seemed like they had found their way home, after all. "Bearpelt," she summoned the queen while rising to her paws. "I would like to know your whereabouts," Twightstar demanded, tail twitching in annoyance as she recognized the kit as Birdkit.
[Um, got lost, got sick and stuck in the nursery, whatever works so long as it makes sense]
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Nightpaw hissed as he padded into camp annoyedly. Great. He had been out moping for too long and now his clan mates thought he was missing? He wasn’t sure if this was good or bad. Either way it was a hassle. The black tom sat down and lashed his long tail, waiting for some sort of response. @Moonraven
Someone was moody, perhaps more so than her. Twilightstar watched the crabby tom stomping through the camp like a grumpy kit. She wasn't sure if she was recalling right, but wasn't he Dimtail's old apprentice, Nightpaw? The leader green eyes trailed after the tom, she got up and walked over to him once he sat down still tense. "Nightpaw, I haven't seen you in a while."
Littlewish’s heart pumped rapidly in his chest, ready to burst out at the first sign of aggression. It was silly to be this worked up. There was nothing to be worried about! He was just, ya know, going to reason with one of the scariest clan leaders who also had a problem with his melodrama and overall personality. What the hell am I thinking? Twilightstar hadn’t been fond of him since the very beginning, and now he was bargaining with her for a place in the clan. Yes, everything is just freakin’ great.
The cream tabby paused as he wandered closer to the Breezerock, taking a moment to remember...everything. The dusty smell in the air that never seemed to fade. The sweet tang of heather blossoms, the distant chatter of his clanmates and the laughter of apprentices. He could hear the whistle of the wind and the rustle of grass and brambles. If anything happened, this was how he’d remember WindClan. Happy, free, holding a sense of wanderlust no other clan could understand.
Was it a mistake to leave? It had felt like the only option a short while ago. Then again, he hadn’t been thinking straight. As if you’re ever thinking straight. The thought brought a wide grin to his maw. Go get ‘em, tiger! ”Twilightstar! Great to see ya again! How are things?”
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Crinklekit quivered in excitement as she dragged herself across the clearing. She couldn’t wait to show Twilightstar how strong she’d become! The muscles in her shoulders rippled as she continued to wiggle forwards, hardly the skinny heather stalks they’d been before. I. Am. Strong! I am not a baby! Flaming embers of passion burned in her amber orbs. Jayjay will regret messing with me.
Laughter from across the clearing reached her ears, and Crinklekit paused, allowing herself a longing glance at the two apprentices. The pair were tackling each other and attempting to demonstrate their newest fighting moves. They didn’t have dead legs. They could jump, play, and run. Wake up, dead legs. How can I be a warrior if you don’t wake up? Please. Another laugh erupted from the apprentice’s direction, and Crinklekit’s blood boiled. It was like they were making fun of her. They are. You will never be a warrior. Your legs will never wake up. No! She refused to believe it.
Heaving herself towards the Breezerock with a whole new fury, the kit collapsed, gasping for air. Twily could help. She was the leader! She was wise and amazing and awesome and great. And her friend! Twily could tell momma to let her out of the nursery. Twily would let her be a warrior. Twily could tell her what was wrong, why her legs weren’t waking up. ”Twily! I need youw help!” She announced, pausing for a moment. Say please, Crinklekit. She recalled her mother saying this several times. ”Please!”
The sleek lilac pelted leader had been resting on the Breezerock, not her favorite place for a cat nap, but her dumbson had given her headache, and unfortunately sleeping in her den wasn't helping with it. It was unusually stuffy and honestly, she should probably get to cleaning it one of these days. Little things like these she never had to worry about in the warriors' den since they had apprentices to clean it out as punishment. She should think about assigning them to her den, it would save her a lot of trouble.
Both pointed ears shot up as she heard the pawsteps drawing closer, to even to be Parasite's.
Opening one jaded eye, she peered down at the tom who seemed to be glancing around. Twilightstar stood up like she had all the time in the world, stretching as equally casually. The tom, Littlewish, she had little no love for. He had a bad habit of annoying her and this had to be the third time he's gone missing from WindClan and Twilightstar was tired of it. "Littlewish, this is the third time that you've vanished from WindClan with no word. I'm starting to think that you have no loyalty to the clan at all." One time was a verbal warning, two times was a punishment, three times was just plain disrespectful and disloyal. "I think I'm just going to save myself the trouble of hearing whatever excuse you have and exile you. You can go roam and do as you please away from WindClan."
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Twilightstar was starting to wish that the Breezerock had a place where she could actively stay out of sight, whether she was sleeping or just lazying around, cats seemed more inclined to come and bother her if she was on it. A loud huff expelled from her chest as she heard the booming called from below. Moving out of her crouch and parting her eyes, she padded over to the edge of the Breezerock, dropping her gaze downward when she failed to spot the cat calling for her immediately. "Oh, it's you," Twilightstar grumbled, maw sliding open as she yawned looking down at Crinklekit. It's been some time since she last spotted the young kit, she seemed to be hiding herself up in the nursery again, which was strange given the fact how much bigger she apparently gotten. The back legs still long frail and breakable, skinny compared to the strength in the front legs and shoulders. "I haven't seen you in a bit." mewing casually, Twilightstar leaped off the Breezerock and took a seat beside the panting kit. It seemed that moving around was still a lot of work for her. It took a few seconds for her to recalled that the kit had asked her for some help, Twilightstar had been distracted by the kit's growth and development. "You said that you needed help with something?" Inquired the leader, ears still raised high to see what the kit needed.
Ash mewed faintly, she was weak but she got a faint "Ash." out, she kept mewling softly. Where was her mother? She needed to get back to her mother.
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"Pine, that name will work." She muttered to herself before returning her green gaze to the kit. "Since you're here by yourself, would you like to return home with me?"
No one seemed to have anywhere to go these days. Twilightstar's been troubled about taking in more mouths to feed, but they'd make it work. She just needed to get through this leafbare, hopefully. "I suppose we can do that." She meowed, still a little put off by how uppity this cat was. "Your name?"
Twilightstar was working out her new route home through the snow when she heard the soft mewling coming from nearby. Someone was going to get a shredded ear if she found one of the kits this far from camp. With an irritable flicker of her tail, she changed her direction and padded off, eyes darting around till they landed on the small runt making the squeaking noise. "Now, who are you?" Twilightstar asked, shaking off the snow from her pelt as she walked or to the kit. It wasn't one of her clan's little ones.
She hated leafbare if only her dislike for the weather could properly heat up her frozen paws. Twilightstar wasn't certain why she bothered with this, it was a bad routine that was drilled into her paws. The leader should have just stayed in her den, where she could be sleeping.
So focused on the cold and her bad mood, she nearly failed to spot the cat standing like a statue some tree lengths away. With her interest peaked, Twilightstar picked up her pace and moved into a slow trot. The scent wasn't right, but she knew the pelt as one of her lost cats. This one stood out to her since she always seemed so very timid, that and Twilightstar had to rename her during her apprentice ceremony. "Windpaw," her voice carried across the windy moor as she paused a few tail lengths away from the cat.
Twilightstar raised her head as she spotted the cat carrying the kit back into camp. It seemed like they had found their way home, after all. "Bearpelt," she summoned the queen while rising to her paws. "I would like to know your whereabouts," Twightstar demanded, tail twitching in annoyance as she recognized the kit as Birdkit.
[Um, got lost, got sick and stuck in the nursery, whatever works so long as it makes sense]
Someone was moody, perhaps more so than her. Twilightstar watched the crabby tom stomping through the camp like a grumpy kit. She wasn't sure if she was recalling right, but wasn't he Dimtail's old apprentice, Nightpaw? The leader green eyes trailed after the tom, she got up and walked over to him once he sat down still tense. "Nightpaw, I haven't seen you in a while."
The sleek lilac pelted leader had been resting on the Breezerock, not her favorite place for a cat nap, but her dumbson had given her headache, and unfortunately sleeping in her den wasn't helping with it. It was unusually stuffy and honestly, she should probably get to cleaning it one of these days. Little things like these she never had to worry about in the warriors' den since they had apprentices to clean it out as punishment. She should think about assigning them to her den, it would save her a lot of trouble.
Both pointed ears shot up as she heard the pawsteps drawing closer, to even to be Parasite's.
Opening one jaded eye, she peered down at the tom who seemed to be glancing around. Twilightstar stood up like she had all the time in the world, stretching as equally casually. The tom, Littlewish, she had little no love for. He had a bad habit of annoying her and this had to be the third time he's gone missing from WindClan and Twilightstar was tired of it. "Littlewish, this is the third time that you've vanished from WindClan with no word. I'm starting to think that you have no loyalty to the clan at all." One time was a verbal warning, two times was a punishment, three times was just plain disrespectful and disloyal. "I think I'm just going to save myself the trouble of hearing whatever excuse you have and exile you. You can go roam and do as you please away from WindClan."
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Twilightstar was starting to wish that the Breezerock had a place where she could actively stay out of sight, whether she was sleeping or just lazying around, cats seemed more inclined to come and bother her if she was on it. A loud huff expelled from her chest as she heard the booming called from below. Moving out of her crouch and parting her eyes, she padded over to the edge of the Breezerock, dropping her gaze downward when she failed to spot the cat calling for her immediately. "Oh, it's you," Twilightstar grumbled, maw sliding open as she yawned looking down at Crinklekit. It's been some time since she last spotted the young kit, she seemed to be hiding herself up in the nursery again, which was strange given the fact how much bigger she apparently gotten. The back legs still long frail and breakable, skinny compared to the strength in the front legs and shoulders. "I haven't seen you in a bit." mewing casually, Twilightstar leaped off the Breezerock and took a seat beside the panting kit. It seemed that moving around was still a lot of work for her. It took a few seconds for her to recalled that the kit had asked her for some help, Twilightstar had been distracted by the kit's growth and development. "You said that you needed help with something?" Inquired the leader, ears still raised high to see what the kit needed.
”Oh my name? It’s Bubble! Because of my personality!” She smiled widely, her folded ears trying to perk up, her bright blue eyes glimmering.
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She was slipping. Heathernose was slipping out of his grasp. The claws he had thought he held so tightly around her were loose enough for rebellion. She was thinking, and she was speaking her mind. Thornsprint was losing his charm, it seemed.
And Weaselflip wasn’t helping whatsoever.
He knew what he had to do. "I can’t believe you’re making me do this," He growled, before letting his claws poke out of their sheaths. The alabaster tabby stood up and walked closer. There was no hesitation in his step, and no regret in his green eyes. He attempted to shove Weaselskip away, though he didn’t care if it worked or not. Weasel wasn’t his target.
Narrowing his eyes, the warrior brought his paw back. And quickly, he sliced it through the air, aiming for his mate’s muzzle. He felt his claws connect with her maw, sending droplets of blood flying in the air. It was as if he was witnessing it all in slow motion, watching his his outstretched claws rake across Heathernose’s face. His teeth were clenched and his pupils narrowed to slits. Once Thorn’s paw hit air once more, he found himself breathing heavily.
Looking Heathernose right in the eye, he spoke lowly. "You made me do this. This is what happens when you ignore me. Remember, you. Did. This."
Blue eyes thrown wide, black pupils slits of surprise, red blood dripping down down down like the spiral she felt pulling her. Heathernose couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move- not even to touch the stinging flesh of her muzzle. Shock clawed at her and held her still as stone with her eyes wide and her ears pinned. Had that really just happened? The ache in her neck from her head’s sudden jerk and the smarting of her muzzle both told her that it had.
What now? Weaselskip! Weaselskip must have seen that and it wouldn’t look good. Was Heathernose pissed at Thornsprint? Sure! She’d definitely talk to him about this later- after she made sure he wasn’t still angry- but everything would be more messy if Weaselskip got involved! She had to do something... anything!
“M-maybe it would be best if you and I went for a walk, Thornsprint. Just the two of us- w-what do you say?”
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The light grey tabby molly was yowling by the time she entered the world, demanding attention. Squirming the newborn didn't care about the other two warm bodies next to her and the large one in front of her. Wanting more warmth and comfort she pushed, squirmed, and shoved her way to the best spot next to the wall not caring if she hurt the other two.
He had been sitting by himself, trying to stay warm. His copper gaze lands on a kit, a small she-cat who seemed ... not very excited. The tabby apprentice stood up and made his way slowly over to the young molly, gaze flicking about anywhere but her eyes. "You don't look like you're having the time of your life. Try to brighten up a bit" Eaglepaw meowed quietly.
Berrykit glanced up at the apprentice with her flat face. She was glad that the cat that came up to her was an apprentice. Well at least he looked like he was one. "Soon I'll be an apprentice and I can't help feel a little nervous. Not sure if I'd do great.", she meowed. Usually Berrykit wasn't opened to most cats. She kept to herself as she didn't have any family. She didn't need one.
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Alright nope the lazy tom just hit his limit and fast. "NOPE! Hush! Its quiet time for babies no more yelling! Listen baby, who I dont know the name of, you will get prey or you will be quiet and I will take you back to the queens who have milk! Either way you will not say a word about being down here with me to anyone but I would still urge you to take the first option because I dont wanna go back to camp right now and it is so much more fun down here then it is up there in the boring old camp and dens!" Ok he was rambling now but the first part was the important bit. Baby wasnt getting milk right now no matter how much he yelled. At least Crowpaw had already outlined the flaws of tattling so they were unlikely to blab but still couldnt they see that even with the lack of milk the tunnels were so much cooler then camp.
"I mean there are things to hunt down here and cool treasures to find! Everything sounds so interesting because of the echo and theres even underground ponds, the camp is just a boring old divot in between some hills this place is so much better. I guess you dont get that though, youre a tiny baby who is more obsessed with milk than how interesting and awesome it is down here, you're probably scared too." This was heading into slight manipulation territory but Crowpaw was a clever jerk who wanted to get his way "Bet that even when you become an apprentice you'll be too scared to even be in the tunnels to hunt much less be a cool underground fighter like any apprentice Ill end teaching will be...."
Come on tiny baby take the bait Crowpaw would much rather teach you some hunting or fighting moves like Creekdash did for him so long ago then go back and do nothing in camp because his mentor was busy.
No milk? That was A LIE! Heronkit did not believe this big dumb cat who said that he had no milk. Surely he had milk! everyone had milk! and Heron was sure that this cat was lying but why he was lying Heronkit had absolutely no clue. "Milk. You must have milk. Surely. AND MY NAME'S HERONKIT NOT BABY!" No they would not be called Baby because they were better than that, they were Heronkit and this cat could not say they were otherwise. Heronkit was their name, not BABY! "And I DONT WANT TO GO BACK TO CAMP! I wandered down in here ON MY OWN, on my OWN FOUR LEGS!" No one could take away from their pride of having walked down all the way on their own.
"I don't want to go back. And you cannot force me." OOoh. Treasures! Treasures! Wait... they still wanted milk though but they're no. "IM NOT SCARED! NEVER! I am not the scared one here, you're the scared one! I found my own way down here, and what did you do? did you fall and trip and hurt your head?" Heronkit had started to severely doubt the bravery of this other cat that was stuck in here with him. "I AM A BETTER FIGHTER THAN YOU!" and with that the grey kit launched themselves at the cat, hoping to start munching on the front leg. "I'LL MUNCH YOU!"
Hedgekit lashed her tail angrily as she rested in her nest. She, as usual, was in an angry mood. She was uplifted though by remembering that one time she beat the fluff out of Falconkit. She turned on her back and stratched. Hmmm, maybe she could play some gam-I mean do some serious training.
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Ashkit overheard Bearkit from where she was sitting. Not wanting to be left out, she toddled to her brother. “Mama say Fiweg not ow fafer anymo’,” she said. (Mama says Fireleg’s not our father anymore) @Lionblaze2008 @Willowfern
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“Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” Applefall meowed, looking at the newcomer as she said it.
Bearkit just nodded, with no idea what she was saying.
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