WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Morningpaw bit back a scowl as she heard the remark targeted at her retreating figure, unknowingly unsheathing her claws and flexing them against the ground. The apprentice could feel her fur start to bristle, but she didnt bother to make an attempt to flatten it. She knew that it would be impossible to keep her fur flat if she was near Wolffang, so trying was just futile. ¨Yeah, yeah... Do you really think i care?¨ she muttered under her breath, holding back the urge to yell something back.

As the patrol set off, Morningpaw struggled to keep up with the two warriors, her clumsy paws slowing her down. Her ragged breathing grew more forced as she ran, small pants escaping her. As Rushingmoor leaped over the log, she attempted to do the same, but instead ended up scrambling over it. Ugh. She scowled down at her paws, praying to... whatever was up there that her mentor hadnt seen her pathetic attempt.

@TheNyanCatMinecart @Beau

@Beau

Wolffang growled at Morningpaw, but said no more as he raced after Rushingmoor. He hardly stopped to glance to see if Morningpaw was keeping up. If she can’t keep up due to those paws of hers, it’s her problem. And I’ll do the best I can to shape up that pathetic excuse of an apprentice, even though she shouldn’t be allowed to be made a warrior. If only the rest of WindClan agreed with his views. Glancing back at his apprentice and half-sister, hating to acknowledge that they were kin, he saw her scrambling over a log and snorted. He slid back toward her, ears twitching, hoping that he didn’t look too pathetic.
“Keep up,” he meowed. “I’m already attempting to shape you up into a warrior. You’re lucky that I’m your mentor: despite your disabilities, I can make you at least decent. Come on.” He whirled around, purposefully sprinting to catch up with Rushingmoor.

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

@Exis

Rosebriar relaxed in the clearing, cleaning herself. She wished that it wasn’t so cold. The sun was partially hidden behind clouds, while the temperature seemed to have dropped significantly. The she-cat shivered; normally, her pelt would be fluffed up against the cold, but that wouldn’t be too presentable, would it? She silently thanked StarClan for her thick, soft fur, kept at a nice medium-length, that prevented her from getting too cold.
Right now, she was cleaning off her chest fur. She had to do this constantly; after all, it was the fluffiest part on her body, and the most noticeable, in her opinion, due to its pure white fur. Rosebriar knew that she must look great at all costs, and even now, she was making an extra effort to lay on her belly to hide the nasty scar on it. Another casual day.

[spade]

Moonpaw ☽༓☾

The young apprentice took comfort in Eldersky's touch, closing her eyes to drink in the support of her Clanmate. It reminded her of a time not too long ago when her mother used to do the same thing. A sense of safety and security washed over Moonpaw, lapping at her paws like the ocean waves below. When she reopened her eyes, she shot a grateful look towards the older molly, dipping her head slightly to showcase her appreciation.

Ears flickered and swiveled around as Quailtail and Hickorypool spoke. Both toms had a point; if Twilightstar wasn't on WindClan territory, then she had to be outside of the borders. "I agree with Hickorypool. Jumping to the conclusion that Twilightstar has been taken by one of the other Clans could just start unnecessary violence, especially with ShadowClan. We don't need to give them another reason to stalk us." She didn't know much about the growing tensions between the two Clans, but had definitely felt something of the sort at the last Gathering. A chill seemed to hang in the air, and Moonpaw shivered slightly as she turned to look Hickorypool.

"If she had slipped and, StarClan forbid, is injured, she wouldn't necessarily be hearing our calls." At least she thought so. If the WindClan leader was injuried, or even worse unconcious, their calls were doing nothing but scratching away at their voices.

@Starfall @implimm @dinosaur

[Fairytale]

[Open]

Owltalon came back from a small hunting trip with nothing. It was really frustrating. He walked by the prey pile, disappointed that he wasn’t able to drop anything off in there. And right after he rejoined the Clan after getting lost, too. And Twilightstar was missing now. He wondered where she could’ve possibly gone. He looked up, the sun shining ever so faithfully on his pelt. The same sun every cat was seeing right then.

[spade]

♠ Littlepaw ♠

Trying to remember each word his mentor said, Littlepaw closed his eyes once again, his tail remaining still. Trying to relax his shoulders as much as he could, he moved one part forward, then the other, at a pace just a smidge faster than a snail. He focused on his breathing as well, trying his best to slow that as well. Inhale... exhale... Blue eyes opening, he moved another paw forward, slowly but surely moving a mouse-length at a time. He didn't want to break the tiny tendril of peace and calmness he felt, and it was reflected in his precise and calculated movements.

"W-Will I event-tually need t-to sprint a-a-after the prey?" Littlepaw whispered, his voice just loud enough for Seedheart to hear. He didn't break his gaze away to look at her as he asked, instead halting his movement.

[ghostwriter]

@hope @feather lily

Fighting back the roiling discomfort in his chest, Sparkfrost led his clanmates across the moorlands to the eroded cliffs just beyond the grassy prairie.
"Keep a lookout for anything at all--tufts of fur, tracks, any indicators of a fight or a struggle...blood." he added reluctantly, as he began to pace along the cliff's edge, the aggressive wind stirred up from the gorge rushing across the plains and stirring his pelt.

[Madelaine]

Gentlewhisper padded out of the nursery, her belly swollen with kits. The molly looked around, hoping to find her precious daughter Seedheart. She was glad her kit visited her all the time.

//reply if you want I just don't want her going inactive\\

[Arie]

-- @gs29513 --
[just rounding this up <3 ]

"Yeah kiddo! you got it!" Breezefeather smiled down at Thunderkit, laughter sparking in his eyes. The kit had taking his fair share of getting the point, but like with everything, he'd eventually gotten it. And the deputy was proud of his son for that. But it was getting late and he didn't want the kitten up and around in the cold any longer than necessary and therefore proceeded to lift up Thunderkit, wrapped him in close and hummed. "Its time to return you to the nursery little one, so you can get warm and get a good nap. Does that sound good?" He hoped it it did.

Because he was going to be returned even if he didn't want to. Breezefeather had duties to get to and Thunderkit needed to get back and get warm and rested up.


-- @spade --
[sorry its short, got hit by a cold but wanted to reply still, will get to Basil/Stag tomorrow <3]

When Moonpaw started to tell him about her day, he couldn't help but let out a relaxed laugh. Too often did they get caught up with the stress of the now that they forgot to actually take a breather. Of course this was urgent and they had to find Twilightstar but if you were stressing yourself out over it so much you forgot to live, forgot to consider yourself and take care of yourself... that was equally as damaging, or at least that was what the silver spotted tom believed himself. Taking care of yourself was a basic necessity.

"Training? Is it going well?" Training was a simple thing and he was happy that the young cat seemed to enjoy it. He himself had been through his fair share of apprentices although only one had made it to warriorhood... it seemed his apprentices had a tendency to just disappear out of the blue and he wasn't particularly happy with that fact, but there was nothing he could do.

"A hare! That's impressive Moonpaw, how was the thrill of the hunt? And don't worry about battle training. It is a struggle for everyone, and Windclan more than most. We're not exactly cut out to fight, but here's a tip; Fight the same way you hunt a rabbit. In Windclan we're much faster than the average cat from the other clans and need to use it to our advantage. So instead of being the chaser, we are the rabbit when we fight. If you ever need any help... you can always ask me."

[plum]

Eldersky frowns, visibly put-off by her denmate's reaction to her. Her very pointed soured expression doesn't last though, and as she listens to Quailtail, she finds herself agreeing more or less. "I think it's just to-"

The molly's mew is cut short when Hickorypool speaks. She stares at him, puzzled. Nobody mentioned Twilightstar getting kidnapped! He was the only one here who was apparently jumping to conclusions! Getting her ducks in a row first, Eldersky flicks her tail low over the deadened grass.
"Nobody," she meows softly, glancing between Hickorypool and Moonpaw, "was suggesting that Twilightstar was taken..." Perhaps this was what some cats were thinking though. She sighs, not really sure of what to say to comfort them. The molly ultimately does not speak to the young worried warrior, or the apprentice.

"WELL ALRIGHT!" she breathes gustily, instead, after several long heartbeats. "Hickorypool! Moonpaw! What do you two think of looking here? I see that there's another patrol in the distance who made their way over as well, you won't be alone!" As she says this, her tail waves towards the distant figures of their Clanmates. (Sparkfrost & co.!)
She smiles warmly at Hickorypool, before looking towards Quailtail. "Quailtail and I can take a peek around the outskirts, maybe! He brought up a great point- So, the sooner we cast our eyes there, the sooner we MAYYYYY or may not find something!"
[ @dinosaur, @Starfall, @spade ]

[Jade13]

Originally Posted by ghostwriter

@hope @feather lily

Fighting back the roiling discomfort in his chest, Sparkfrost led his clanmates across the moorlands to the eroded cliffs just beyond the grassy prairie.
"Keep a lookout for anything at all--tufts of fur, tracks, any indicators of a fight or a struggle...blood." he added reluctantly, as he began to pace along the cliff's edge, the aggressive wind stirred up from the gorge rushing across the plains and stirring his pelt.

Ok Leafpaw said looking around he didn’t see anything. What could have happened He thought