WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[1NF1N1TE]

Originally Posted by Starfall

Honeysage
@1NF1N1TE @Slushie

The tabby perked his ears as his name was called, grunting as he attempted to elegantly roll off of the tree stump he had laid across. He failed. Instead he let out worried chirps, stuck for a good minute before finally stumbling off, his foot still stretched out across it.

Looking around, hoping to somehow know who exactly his patrol members were. He found out who his patrol leader was quickly because of his amazing guessing skills...and because he saw the other feline walk towards the entrance after their patrol was finished being assigned. The golden tom trotted towards Owlmask, ears twitching as he gave it a soft smile, his expression a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

"Hello."

Wolfcry wandered over to the center of the clearing. She hadn't done a patrol in a while, and she wasn't looking forward to it. She sighed and walked up. "Hi," she mumbled. Why did she pick me for a patrol? she wondered.

[panchiko]

Redraven appeared near her patrol mates after a few moments - it'd taken a second to find them. "I'm here," she said dully. She glanced over all of them, making sure they were all here - 1, 2, 3 heads, plus hers was four. She didn't really know how to put their names to faces, but it wouldn't matter for now. "Come on, let's go." Redraven was never in the mood to wait around.

// @Stormpoppy @FrostCat @Kyrieknight

[JackHunt_17]

Originally Posted by feather lily

@Puddle~ @Bramblefire01 @Jayfeather 76

leafpaw got up with a smile and walked over to the exit ready whenever! he said waiting on the others. it had been a while since he had been on patrol so he was more than happy to go

(Im not on this patrol...)

[Jade13]

Originally Posted by Bramblefire01

(Im not on this patrol...)

( ya the post says so unless you asked not to be)

[whatzername]

Originally Posted by Feathercreek

Fawnkit was chasing a feather when she heard a voice call her. Well, maybe the voice wasn't exactly calling her, there were dozens of other kits, but Fawnkit was the only one out of the nursery. The others were napping. She bounced over to Quickfrost, the cat that belonged to the voice that called her.

Quickfrost
The she-cat looked down at the kit. Aren't the kits taking a mass nap about now? she pressed. Why is this kit out of the nursery?

[starry]

--> Skyleaf

Skyleaf nodded. "Okay" she meowed, following Redraven. Finally they could start.

// @FrostCat | @Kyrieknight | @hope \\

[Feathercreek]

Originally Posted by Peril

Quickfrost
The she-cat looked down at the kit. Aren't the kits taking a mass nap about now? she pressed. Why is this kit out of the nursery?

"Yep! I'ts nap time. But I can't sleep. And it's hard to leave the nursery when everybody tries to stop me." Fawnkit answered matter-of-factly. She jumped up, seized the feather she was chasing, and sat down, and chewed on it. Fawnkit immediately spit out the feather. "Bleh. It's hairy." she said, spitting out all of the remains of the feather.

[@Panda1440]

[Pand1440]

Maplebird had just finished eating her mouse, and strolled over to her mate- and- Fawnkit!?! She watched the rather large kit chew on the feather she caught then spit it out, she felt a tingle of love for the little trouble maker. "Of course it's hairy silly goose,,, - where is mother?" Looking back to Quickfrost she smiled, as to say; 'this might be our kits one day'

[ @Peril @Feathercreek]

[Topaz]

Originally Posted by TheNyanCatMinecart

Wolffang watched as she ate half of the prey she had grabbed and paused beside her, instantly deciding to lay down near her, but still a respective distance away since he hadn't been invited. The tom surveyed her face for a moment. Something in those bluish-green eyes was a little... off to him. He hadn't interacted with Miststone very much before, but she gave off some sort of mysterious vibe that he wasn't sure about. He did notice the flick of her tail, though. Since she had been looking at his sister, was she addressing her? Or him? His yellow eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't mention it.

Instead, he meowed, "Miststone." His tone was formal, yet he couldn't forget what she had done. She'd run off with a disloyal, pathetic, disabled, half-rogue abomination barely into ShadowClan territory, abandoning what actually mattered: WindClan. He didn't view her as a whole-hearted traitor, but she had definitely followed one. Rosebriar had told him everything. He'd seen Morningpaw run off. That also reminded him of his... unfinished business with the ShadowClan deputy. He hadn't realized that his sharp claws were digging into the ground until now. A lot of things had happened at that bloody Gathering. Was it even a Gathering, without the other two Clans? They'd decided to stay out of it. Fox-hearts. Although WindClan had dealt with it all by themselves. They were strong. They didn't need any help from the other inferior Clans. But why they hadn't come to that Gathering would remain a mystery to him.

Wolffang knew that staring at Miststone wouldn't get them anywhere, so he lifted his broad head. He would probably ask some basic questions. He'd been wanting to inquire her for some time, not just because something seemed off to him. Because of her involvement with the wretched Ashfeather, or Twistedface.

"How are your kits doing?" he asked, tipping his head inquiringly to one side. "And how are you and your mate doing? Anything... interesting going on?" He might as well start with the simple questions. This felt more like an interrogation than anything. Although he wanted to learn a little more about Miststone, and if he could trust her.

***

Rosebriar didn't really like how her brother was approaching Miststone like that. She, for one, definitely didn't trust the short-furred tabby. Who in their right mind would follow Twistedface? The ugly, awful, diseased she-cat who could barely take care of herself? Her thoughts were getting repetitive, but she had good reason for them. Huffing, she turned away for a moment, staring angrily at the ground in front of her. If only Featherwhisker had actually killed her, back when they had been apprentices... together. She shuddered at the word "together". They'd been forced to train together so many times... how many germs had she picked up from Twistedface?!

Not only that, but the whole scenario with Blackpaw - Blackhaze now - was Twistedface's fault. Good cats getting into trouble was also her fault, for her little escapade during the fight. That she-cat had to be stopped! She was destroying the Clan! Her eyes narrowed, she swung her head around back to Wolffang and Miststone. Nobody in the Clan listened to her. Saying that just lowered her reputation! Which was absolutely ridiculous! I'm trying to save them from a threat! And I'm so pretty. Why don't they listen to me? Was it that dreaded belly scar that Blackpaw had given her?

Right now, her brother was asking Miststone some questions. Rosebriar could read him very easily. He was perfect, but sometimes a little too nice in her opinion. Right now, she could tell that he definitely disapproved of what Miststone and the others had done. Any sensible cat would. Yet he was being kind, at least for now. Hopefully, the kits don't take after their mother, she thought, shooting one last glare at Miststone. Yet her ears remained perked. As she looked away and got up to get a piece of fresh-kill, her ears remained angled back to hear their conversation. She couldn't miss out on this juicy gossip. Settling down with a small mouse, Rosebriar tuned in, being as discrete as possible.

~Miststone~

She didn’t like the way Wolffang asked, she was suspicious, but answered anyway, “Ah, yes, Sweetkit and Spottedkit are well. Even energetic Twigkit is fine. So is me and Cricketfire...” She suddenly remembered that time he was captured, none of than Twolegs. The queen curled her tail tighter around her scarred leg, the same scar she had earned while trying to save him.

[Willie Warf]

Originally Posted by TheNyanCatMinecart

@kieryn @ShadowWing65 @QueenCocaHead

Rosebriar had just broken out of her oddly philosophical thinking when she saw the bright flash of a grin. Turning her head, she saw Onewhisker, who had padded up to her without her noticing. She didn't know him very well; he was large, towering over her since she was on the smaller side, though she wasn't too small, at least. His long ears looked a bit funny on his head, but otherwise, he looked fine. Wanting to look more presentable, she stood up a little straighter, her leaf-green gaze roaming the clearing. Seriously, where was the rest of the patrol? Especially Dawnfeather? She was supposed to be the patrol leader, after all.

Onewhisker began to speak to her, and she turned her dark red-orange head toward him. She gave a slight nod at his words. "Yes, we haven't talked formally yet. Although I have seen you around camp," was all she meowed. Did he like her? Did he find her pretty? He'd better. I'm the prettiest she-cat in all of WindClan! Although if he liked her in that way, she probably wouldn't want to go out with a tom like him. He wasn't bad-looking, by any means, he just didn't seem right for her.

Since the gray-and-white tom had sat down, Rosebriar decided to sit as well. Curling her elegantly bushy tail - with the beautiful cream-colored stripe running down the top of it - over her sturdier-looking paws, she looked around the clearing for the other two members of their patrol. They didn't have all day! Just because Twilightstar was a bit behind on them didn't mean that everyone got to be lazy. In the corner of her eye, she could see Onewhisker eyeing her. Nonchalantly, she gave her fluffy white chest fur a few quick licks. Glancing at him since it was getting a bit weird, she also noticed that, like her, he was keeping one eye on his companion while looking out for the others. The tom seemed weirdly... cheerful? His tail was flicking in a sort of light-hearted manner, while the only tail-flicking Rosebriar would be doing was one of impatience.

At one point, the she-cat stood up, and after giving her shoulder fur a few more licks, she meowed, "Well, if they don't get here soon, then we may have to leave without them. I don't want to be late!" If only she could go on one successful patrol. Her previous one... hadn't gone so well, to say the least. That stupid Fernpaw had trespassed on ShadowClan territory, and then they'd been attacked by a dog. She had to admit, him getting flung had been a bit satisfying, especially since he'd been being such a furball. Yet she had still stood in front of him and protected him before fleeing with the rest of the patrol. See? She was a good cat! It was just nice to see some justice served.

Mudpaw padded up to the two warriors and dipped his head. he was just as big as them seeing how he was kinda tall so he hoped he could carry his own prey. That is if he didn't go prey cray like before and bring back a whole rabbit's nest.