WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[IkeaMann]

Originally Posted by Cave

She reared onto her back paws her white toes coming forth to smack Jaggedspring on the side of his neck with her claws sheathed. She landed gently on the ground again dispersing her weight onto her paws and readying for the next attack. Her eyes glared back at him brimming with excitement and laced with challenge.

Jaggedspring growled softly. He sprang at her claws sheathed and smacked her in her legs hoping to knock her off balance. After that he jumped backward and landed on the ground with a smile on his face. He was satisfied with his attack. Jaggedspring got ready for her next attack. She wasn't as bad as he thought, but of course he wouldn't say anything to her.

[gemini]

Originally Posted by Scaredy Moose

The crisp crackle of leaves made Shrikepaw's ears twitched as she trudged through the moorlands, taking in her surroundings with a keen eye. It was overcast, beautifully so, with large fluffy clouds invading the horizon and basking the land in a soft gray hue. A perfect day to just sit back and watch dreamily at the clouds above. Of course though fate had other plans, and she couldn't enjoy it. Turning her head over to look at the source of the problem Shrikepaw furrowed her brows, gazing at her fluffy white mentor. His name was Cottonspirit, and she hated him. There was nothing inherently bad about him, per se, though that was part of the problem. He was just so peppy, so full of life and love, and blegh, she couldn't relate. Turning her attention back to herself wasn't much of a consolation either, her coat was a mess, her plan for the day was ruined by 'training', and to top it all off she hadn't gotten a lick of sleep the last few nights. It was just all so much, too much.

@Gemini

The fluffy tom came bouncing behind the molly, he watched as she furrowed her brow at the site of him. He was fully aware that she was tired, but he was tired as an apprentice to, he worked as hard has he could until he became a warrior. He padded up to her side and sniffed the air, mouse, hare, Flowers! Although he knew this was a hunting lesion, flowers. He just wanted flowers, yet he could teach her some other day, a day when she wanted to be here that was,"What do you smell?" He said pointing his muzzle away trying to find the crushed grass that would have followed the rabbit. With keen eyes he looked back away and at his apprentice, his blue and brown gaze soft and pleasant, with that he sat down in the tall grass awating a response.

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by Spikes

|| @Fuzzyfeline | @Arié ||

"...Oh, you're up." The tone in the russet and white tom's voice was more surprised than relieved, though that could be attributed to the fact that he was nodding off, himself. His mind was quite muddled for the time being. Part of him wondered why he stayed with the haggard tom and the fluffy cream molly... She told him that they should wait for Breezefeather to wake up before talking to their young medicine cat, and he couldn't really blame her. Roansplash, for one, hated being woken up from a nap. Anybody that attempted to wake him up would often be scratched in retaliation, so it was no wonder that practically nobody bothered to wake him up, anymore. Though the roan tom was concerned about Breezefeather's state, was he really concerned enough to curl up beside him until he was awake? Apparently he was, unless Buttercup had found a way to persuade his subconscious into staying around. This was the longest time he'd spent with another cat for moons, so the experience was jarring... Besides the point, he'd never even slept near another cat since his kit and apprenticeship moons, which were far behind him. He must've missed the comforting warmth of a companion to be lulled so easily into sleep... And the fact that he'd readily been lulled into comfort was embarrassing, it was a challenge to his outlook and one that he wanted to keep hidden.

The roan tom composed himself, light blue eyes blinking repeatedly until they were wide, as if he had to prove that he was awake and alert. He sighed with relief as the silvery tom padded towards the fresh kill pile, not yet compelled to sit up from his lying position. Hopefully nobody would mention it. Others rarely ever made observations about him, luckily. He hated the idea of cats that could delve right into your soul and see what you wanted to hide. There was quite a bit that he didn't want the others to know, and as long as he was in control, they never would.

But for how long would that last?

His guard had been broken by the gentle promise of a simpler time. A simple gesture of concern was tearing away what he'd spent moons building up. Roansplash kept his head lowered, hoping that the tom somehow missed his little sign of grogginess, though would that be better or worse? On one end he'd be curled up like a kit for the tom to coo at, at the other, he'd be a confused and disoriented cat who mumbled about Breezefeather as soon as he'd woken up from his trance, of sorts. Conceding at last, he simply watched the spotted tom return with a rabbit, wondering if he'd actually be able to keep this one in his stomach. "...Are you sure you've got the guts for that? I mean that literally." He hoped that would change the nonexistent subject.

Originally Posted by Arié

{ @Spikes @Fuzzyfeline - this is the second time I get you guys names mixed up with your characters... - doing a short time skip because my character ain't gonna be moving for a while :3}

Breezefeather had fallen asleep on a full belly, although he may have been puking, it felt like it. The tom's silver spotted tail flicked in the dawning sunlight and as he felt the rays of the sun warming his back, he slowly opened his green eyes. He saw the two other cats flanking him, offering him the warmth from their ticker and fluffier fur. He sat up, his limbs protesting as he stretched out his shoulders and then he sat back down, lifting the pressure off the injured paw. His stomach rumbled but he was unsure if he could just go and take a piece of prey - and likely get reprimanded. He looked towards the two cats beside him, sure that the creamy molly hold authority, by the feel of power coming from her. He then let his gaze wander over the roan splattered tom, here he could only feel the soft anger and frustration.
Appreciating what the two others did for him, he limped up to the freshkill pile and picked up a small body of a young rabbit. He made sure to avoid the mice, the tom still not over the fear for it, and then slowly dragged the body of the rabbit back to his two 'friends' and he sat down, putting the rabbit in front of them both. "Wake up," his soft voice said.

{I was last to post when we left off so I'm just copying my last post lol. Not lazy at all}

Buttercupbreeze woke up at the movement beside her blinking open her brownish eyes she tried to figure out why she was laying in the clearing instead of her nest. I must have dozed off. She thought. The last thing she remembered was trying to warm up Breezefether since he was cold and sickly. That was the only thing that made since to this creamy molly. As the silver spotted tom walked away the molly stood up shaking out her thick sleep ruffled pelt. Slightly narrowing her eyes against the light softly lifting into the sky Buttercup glanced around the clearing. The dawn patrol wasn't up yet unless they left on their own, witch was a possibility, aside from that it was peaceful only the rustle of heather and grass echoing through the breeze. Yawning the creamy ginger molly sat back down glancing over at the roan splashed tom a little way beside her. "Did you sleep well?" She asked the tom fluffing out her pelt to hide how messy it was. He didn't seem to be that awake either, though for once the molly was well rested.
The warmth from her two companions reminded her of the times her and her sisters would sleep together when they were apprentices. But Magnoliaspark had left WindClan before becoming a warrior and Ploverpelt disappeared not long after she was made deputy. The thought of her littermates was a happy one but it was still painful. At least she still has Amberpaw and her other younger siblings.

As she began to groom herself the silvery tom Sat a young rabbit in front of her and Roansplash. "Good morning. Feeling better?" She meowed in greeting her voice soft from sleep and kindness. The young rabbit kinda answered her question as he was offering to share it, it looked tempting for sure but at the other warriors comment she glanced over at him as he spoke. It was true she'd disagreed with him last night saying he should take it slow if he needed to buy it seemed he still had an appetite even after puking up his dinner earlier. It was hard to tell what would happen, whether he'd be able to eat or not. But he seemed better then he did last night. At least from what she could tell, it was pretty hard to figure out what other cats were feeling though she did try ever know and then. Deciding to let Breeze answer Roan the creamy molly stairs quite and began cleaning herself again though she did pay attention to what they were saying.

[Cave]

Originally Posted by *Lazy Carrot*

Jaggedspring growled softly. He sprang at her claws sheathed and smacked her in her legs hoping to knock her off balance. After that he jumped backward and landed on the ground with a smile on his face. He was satisfied with his attack. Jaggedspring got ready for her next attack. She wasn't as bad as he thought, but of course he wouldn't say anything to her.

Patchpaw lept towards Jaggedspring without much preparation, making the attack quite weak and soft. She hit him and was surprised when she toppled over. what, I hit him shouldn't he at least be on the ground with me she thought, her tail twitching.

[Mango]

@Caine

The blind tom with sand colored fur stepped into the clearing. His fur neatly groomed as he walked over to the fresh kill pile and grabbed a rabbit before settling down and eatting it.

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

{I was last to post when we left off so I'm just copying my last post lol. Not lazy at all}

Buttercupbreeze woke up at the movement beside her blinking open her brownish eyes she tried to figure out why she was laying in the clearing instead of her nest. I must have dozed off. She thought. The last thing she remembered was trying to warm up Breezefether since he was cold and sickly. That was the only thing that made since to this creamy molly. As the silver spotted tom walked away the molly stood up shaking out her thick sleep ruffled pelt. Slightly narrowing her eyes against the light softly lifting into the sky Buttercup glanced around the clearing. The dawn patrol wasn't up yet unless they left on their own, witch was a possibility, aside from that it was peaceful only the rustle of heather and grass echoing through the breeze. Yawning the creamy ginger molly sat back down glancing over at the roan splashed tom a little way beside her. "Did you sleep well?" She asked the tom fluffing out her pelt to hide how messy it was. He didn't seem to be that awake either, though for once the molly was well rested.
The warmth from her two companions reminded her of the times her and her sisters would sleep together when they were apprentices. But Magnoliaspark had left WindClan before becoming a warrior and Ploverpelt disappeared not long after she was made deputy. The thought of her littermates was a happy one but it was still painful. At least she still has Amberpaw and her other younger siblings.

As she began to groom herself the silvery tom Sat a young rabbit in front of her and Roansplash. "Good morning. Feeling better?" She meowed in greeting her voice soft from sleep and kindness. The young rabbit kinda answered her question as he was offering to share it, it looked tempting for sure but at the other warriors comment she glanced over at him as he spoke. It was true she'd disagreed with him last night saying he should take it slow if he needed to buy it seemed he still had an appetite even after puking up his dinner earlier. It was hard to tell what would happen, whether he'd be able to eat or not. But he seemed better then he did last night. At least from what she could tell, it was pretty hard to figure out what other cats were feeling though she did try ever know and then. Deciding to let Breeze answer Roan the creamy molly stairs quite and began cleaning herself again though she did pay attention to what they were saying.

@Spikes @Fuzzyfeline

Breezefeather tipped his silver head and flicked his tail slowly. "I don't think so... but for now, it'll be worth a try. At least if I regain my strength, I can go out and look." He pushed it closer to the others and said slowly, "You guys should eat first... If I can't keep it down, it'll be a waste if I eat the best part of it." His silver spotted fur flickered slightly in the dawn light he laid fully down, hoping to doze off again. He was tired, the long walk the other day hurting him and his weak body more than the spotted tom wanted to admit. His tail flicked again slowly but this time had curled up around his nose and the tom kept sneezing every time his tail flicked past it.

[IkeaMann]

Originally Posted by Cave

Patchpaw lept towards Jaggedspring without much preparation, making the attack quite weak and soft. She hit him and was surprised when she toppled over. what, I hit him shouldn't he at least be on the ground with me she thought, her tail twitching.

Jaggedspring felt her attack slightly. "That move was weak. You have to be ready at all times no matter what. If your getting attacked and you use a move like that your gonna get injured for sure" He explained. "Do you really want to get hurt? No. So I'll have to show you how to be quick when battling the enemy and not use weak tactics like that" Jaggedspring paused for a second. "So you think you're up for it? Or do you want to continue using weak moves?

[Cave]

Originally Posted by *Lazy Carrot*

Jaggedspring felt her attack slightly. "That move was weak. You have to be ready at all times no matter what. If your getting attacked and you use a move like that your gonna get injured for sure" He explained. "Do you really want to get hurt? No. So I'll have to show you how to be quick when battling the enemy and not use weak tactics like that" Jaggedspring paused for a second. "So you think you're up for it? Or do you want to continue using weak moves?

"I know I am weak but if you want me to be strong then teach me" she chalenged smugly, clearly excited from training. Teach me like all the honorable warriors she thought taking a second to imagine thoues who came before her.

[Crystalwhisker]

Originally Posted by Hopekitt

"Good question, and honestly, I don't really know. There are so many things to do yet so little, so I'm going to let you decide our schedule." She smiled innocently at Swiftfox, sitting down in a comfortable position. Her tail rested at her side though she was fighting the urge to slap Swiftfox with it. Her eyes stared into the depths of her brother's soul while she waited for him to respond, the impatient side of her kicking in.

He moved his tail back and forth he had to think of what he wanted to do......"Do you want to go hunting?" He asked her.

[Sum]

@Static

Dawnsong kept her eyes narrowed, inwardly for fear that tears might spill out if she didn't. She didn't want him to know how much his words hurt, how true they rang. Her chest felt tight, like even her heart knew her sorrow. It wasn't her fault his life was the way it was, she told herself. But.. she hadn't tried to change it either. She always tried to cover it up, telling herself that she was too young then to understand or to know how to help. Nevertheless, deep down, she knew she avoided him as an apprentice whenever she could, feared confrontation when she could have tried to make things right.

Fear.. She hated it. And now-- maybe it was too late to change things.

The black warrior looked away to the side, tightly closing her eyes as if that would squeeze out all the thoughts. All these moons, she had refused to accept that this was going to be how things were, but doubt crept in now, like a black cloud. Maybe things were set; there was no way to change it. They could never make things right. Be friends-- ha! that sounded almost laughable now. Dawnsong didn't say anything in return-- her feelings were too spent. Silent, she let him leave, wishing he would take all memory of what happened with him. Of course, he didn't. A tear ran down her cheek when he was gone and she angrily wiped it away. Now she remembered why she always avoided him. The guilt, frustration, and confusion were just too much. Sighing, Dawnsong gritted her teeth and turned away. Maybe she could track down that rabbit, though she wasn't sure she'd be able to eat it.