WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Dust]

@Fuzzyfeline

"Let's go, let's go! Hurry up, Ebonyflame!" Chirped the excited apprentice, his whiskers twitching in anticipation as the pair had made their way into the territory. The scent of the fronds of tall grass and peat were intoxicating to the apprentice - his eyes wide as amber saucers. Pacing back and forth, Owlpaw looked as if he would explode at any minute, his legs wobbling back and forth. Oh, he just wanted to sprint away as fast as he could to roll around in the grass! But... he knew he couldn't. That would be rude to Ebonyflame, plus the last thing he wanted was a scolding, not on a beautiful day like this. Bouncing on his paws, Owlpaw watched intently for his mentor to catch up, a large grin stretched across his maw.

[Hexict]

Originally Posted by BILL.

Wheat's ear flicked when he was called to, and he glanced at the black and white female that approached him. "What gave that away?" he asked sharply, irritated the she-cat was telling him his location like he didn't know. "You ought to know better than assume non-WindClanners are unaware of their surroundings. I know where I am." And he had no plans on leaving for the moment. The cat confronting him wasn't intimidating in the slightest. And she reminded him of Dapplestar, the old leader of WindClan from his youth.

Interesting. Didn't his brother get with one of her daughters?

"I'm looking for someone," he informed her coldly. "Not that it's any of your business, rabbit-chaser."

(he'll call newt female pronouns until he's corrected)

At his sharp tone, Newtflecks winced and even took a step back. He assumed that he didn't look like much of a threat, but he was hoping that when he spoke of his clan it would spook the rogue tom. Most cats would prefer to stay away from the clans either due to fear or simply not wishing to get involved. But the stranger seemed more annoyed than anything. The tom quickly realized that it had not been a good idea to confront this cat one his own. It's too late now. Nobody else is around, anyway, so I have to continue, it seemed weak, but he was able to convince himself to not back down from the stranger. "I-if you knew where you were, that w-why are you here?" Newtflecks worried that maybe he was here to hurt somebody. He was definitely aware of where he was and he seemed to be on a mission of sorts. The pale tom did not seem that he was willing to leave right away. Is he waiting for for something? Maybe someone? Curiosity pricked at his pelt, but he was too shaken by the rogue to ask too many questions right off the bat.

Though he quickly found that it was the latter of the two questions when the rogue informed him that he was looking for someone. Newtflecks awkwardly glanced around. The spotted warrior wasn't sure what he was looking for. Maybe the cat the other tom was searching for? Or perhaps some back-up? Either way, he wished someone would show up. But there was no one in sight. "Umm... it kind of is my business. I mean, since you're on my territory any everything. That's why it's my business...." He didn't care what was going on with this stranger and one of his clan-mates, so he didn't bother to ask, he only cared that this cat was on Windclan territory.

"If you tell me who you are looking for... maybe I could go and get them from you?" Anything to make this end. With each passing moment, Newtflecks feared that the tom might get violent with him. Especially since he was aware that he was being a bother. This tom seemed want to be left alone, most likely wishing for Newtflecks to leave as much as he wished for the stranger to. But he could just let anybody roam the territory as they pleased. There were borders for a reason, and that included rogues and loners as well as rival clan cats. He hoped that his offer to go and get the cat was good enough for him. With on look it was clear that he was not much of a fighter, so he believed that this was the best option.

(fair enough)

[Sum]

Originally Posted by Peachy

“no worries, my dear, we all have our moments.” pineclaw chuckled in response, gazing down at her. she was...rather small compared to him, and having those tiny ears didn’t hold a very good candle compared to his own large pair. despite her teeny looks, pineclaw almost immediately took a liking to dawnsong - the way spoke and moved was all very alluring and graceful. her dark pelt was quite lovely against the silver moonlight, too. strange for a windclan cat to have darker fur, he thought. she was interesting, to say the least. his attention was suddenly drawn when she mentioned her ‘nighttime outings’, wakening a new light into pineclaw’s eyes. “wait, you go out at night as well?” he paused to stare at her in disbelief. “i can’t believe we’ve never crossed paths before! it’s nice to know im not the only nightowl around here. well, other than those drowsy night-patrollers.” he laughed a little remembering his last conversation with a late night patrol. “say,” pineclaw stood. “would you like to join me on my hunting trip? it’s definitely harder to hunt at night, but what’s life without a challenge?”

[ ahh, this took me forever! so sorry about the wait, peach!! ]

Dawnsong's attention was his the moment Pineclaw uttered "night". The smile that graced her lips couldn't be suppressed, even if she had tried to. It was exciting to think this charming fellow wandered the territory on the same nights she had! "Oh, yes, I love the night!" she admitted, with barely-concealed enthusiasm. Her tail flicked in a pleased manner as he went on, mentioning night patrollers-- she held in a laugh then. She'd seen a couple as well, all droopy eyes and yawns, but she'd avoided them, preferring the company of nature to muddle-headed cats. The black warrior drew her thoughts back when the tom stood, half-hoping he wasn't about to take his leave. At the offer, however, it took all her self-control not to bounce to her paws. Instead, she smirked. "A challenge! How could I turn that down?" Standing, Dawnsong stretched her back before leaping off the log. She looked at her dark surroundings, watching the grass sway and glancing overhead when an owl flew silently by. Darkness naturally brought Dawnsong peace, but with a companion, it made her almost giddy. Honestly, it was embarassing. Calm yourself, or you'll certainly scare him away! She turned back to him now, expectantly. "Where to?"

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by Dust

@Fuzzyfeline

The hiss from Breezefeather, though not very intense, sent Goldenwhisker sprawling away from his side, his hackles raised in surprise and disappointment. He hadn't expected this wiry cat to be so aggressive with him! With large emerald eyes, the tom cat looked to Buttercupbreeze, scanning her for any answer to why he was so hostile. Perhaps he had missed something? Maybe he was just hungry! And if Starclan themselves had descended and whispered the answer into his ear, Goldenwhisker shot Buttercup a sly, yet knowing grin. "It's ok, I get grumpy when I'm hungry too." He meowed - clearly oblivious to the problem at hand, yet the warrior respected the others wishes and rose to his paws, maneuvering his way to lay beside the deputy instead. "I'm Goldenwhisker, by the way." He flashed a cheeky smile to the two felines before him, his body positioned in a way to indicate his care-free nature. He wanted to make sure that, well, they knew him... or at least remembered him. It wasn't like he talked to either of them on a regular basis - Buttercup busy with her responsibilities and Breezefeather.... never in camp. When was the last time he had seen him in camp? Perplexed by his thoughts, Goldenwhisker absent-mindedly stretched out his front paws towards Breeze.

@Arié

The molly's mind still jumbled up from not mentally preparing herself for the golden tom to show up, she just watched. Why did she have to be such an awkward socializer? It was a pain. Especially when she wanted to do something but just made everything worse. That wasn't the issue right now, the hiss that just came from Breezefeather was. "Don't hiss at him!" She almost said as if he was a kit. Only stopping herself as she opened her mouth. Yes in the padt, being yesterday, Buttercup had treated him like she did Shadepaw when she was in trouble or a kit who was getting into meanness. He did act like a kit sometimes though so she had an excuse. Giving the spotted Tom a look Buttercupbreeze twitched her tail. What's got him in a mood? Boy if she didn't have self restraint he'd get an earful.
Noticing Goldenwhisker's questioning gaze the creamy molly shook head head as if answering that she didn't know. But the other warrior had already perched up, as if he figured everything out. If that was she she hoped he'd tell her how. How could someone figure someone else out so quick? She's literally been at his side since yesterday afternoon and still didn't understand him and this ginger tom figured him out in a heartbeat? That seemed impossible. Yet the sly knowing grin made her give an amused smile of sorts. It's not just food. That she was sure of.
The bushy tailed feline twitched an ear as Goldenwhisjer introduced himself. That name for him well and his carefree poster was quite reassuring to that of Breezefeathers. The two toms where do different it wasn't possible to compare them. "Nice to meet you Goldenwhisker." With a dip of Her head she'd respond . He knows my name right? Or should I introduce myself? I could let him know I don't mind the Nick name Roansplash have me. No no that's just stupid. Ah he should know my name. Thoughts ran through her head like a rabbit and Her she ended up saying nothing more.
Her attention was drawn back to Breezefeather as he looked at her repeating he didn't know. He's a mess, She knew that feeling though. Complete and total confusion, can't ever figure out your own feelings and actions. Can't tell if your okay or not. It was a very unpleasant feeling. "Calm down Breeze," She cooed her voice surprisingly softer then before. "Just take deep breaths." Buttercup instructed a serious look flashing in her brown eyes. One thing she couldn't stand was someone else feeling the same way she had. That wasn't tolerable. Right now she just wanted Breeze to be normal and Golden to not get to freaked out by his outbursts.

[Dust]

@Rosemew

With the soft whimpering of each paw step, Owlpaw made his way slowly into the medicine den, his tail dragging pathetically behind him. It was a silly sight to say the least, though admittedly, the large-eared apprentice had always been over dramatic at the best of times - though it was clear to see his usually excitable mood was soured. "Hello?" He called out, his nose scrunching up at the harsh scent of herbs. He briefly remembered being in here as a kit, when Surgestorm had plucked a thorn from his paw... and he had noticed Oriolestorm just a few moons ago as well... but wasn't there a new medicine cat? The curiosity seemed to overtake the pain as he blinked against the softer light of the den, his amber orbs locked onto the shape moving around in the den.

[versailles]

Originally Posted by Dust

@Rosemew

With the soft whimpering of each paw step, Owlpaw made his way slowly into the medicine den, his tail dragging pathetically behind him. It was a silly sight to say the least, though admittedly, the large-eared apprentice had always been over dramatic at the best of times - though it was clear to see his usually excitable mood was soured. "Hello?" He called out, his nose scrunching up at the harsh scent of herbs. He briefly remembered being in here as a kit, when Surgestorm had plucked a thorn from his paw... and he had noticed Oriolestorm just a few moons ago as well... but wasn't there a new medicine cat? The curiosity seemed to overtake the pain as he blinked against the softer light of the den, his amber orbs locked onto the shape moving around in the den.

The blonde feline had been in the back of his den, organizing, what he assumed, to be herbs. Of course,there was sticks and cobwebs, the basics. Though he was sure he'd found more marigold,atleast, it looked like it. It had the big,golden flowers- his ears perked up at the call.

Beepaw craned his neck, seeing a brown tom, who looked to be close to his age. "Oh, hello." He said flatly, standing up, he flicked an ear. "What do you need?" He inquired, dull green gaze falling on the apprentice. He shifted slightly,waiting for the felines answer.

[Dust]

Originally Posted by Rosemew

The blonde feline had been in the back of his den, organizing, what he assumed, to be herbs. Of course,there was sticks and cobwebs, the basics. Though he was sure he'd found more marigold,atleast, it looked like it. It had the big,golden flowers- his ears perked up at the call.

Beepaw craned his neck, seeing a brown tom, who looked to be close to his age. "Oh, hello." He said flatly, standing up, he flicked an ear. "What do you need?" He inquired, dull green gaze falling on the apprentice. He shifted slightly,waiting for the felines answer.

An apprentice! Excitement coursed through his veins at the sight of Beepaw and though he initially felt weird about seeing the new medicine cat, Owlpaw felt nothing but calmed by the sight of the other. He could barely feel his paw pads now! Well, nothing but a somewhat dull ache, but it was best he had them checked anyway. "Hello!" He greeted once more, sounding a bit more cheery than the last as he extended a large friendly grin. Right now Owl wanted to get straight to business and soothe his paws, he could annoy the other along the way. "I thought I should have you look at these," He meowed, settling down on his rump to lift one paw over, allowing Beepaw to glance at the cracked pads, then the other that looked equally as cracked. "I ran myself a bit too hard today." Owlpaw admitted bashfully, his ears slipping back against his head.

[versailles]

Originally Posted by Dust

An apprentice! Excitement coursed through his veins at the sight of Beepaw and though he initially felt weird about seeing the new medicine cat, Owlpaw felt nothing but calmed by the sight of the other. He could barely feel his paw pads now! Well, nothing but a somewhat dull ache, but it was best he had them checked anyway. "Hello!" He greeted once more, sounding a bit more cheery than the last as he extended a large friendly grin. Right now Owl wanted to get straight to business and soothe his paws, he could annoy the other along the way. "I thought I should have you look at these," He meowed, settling down on his rump to lift one paw over, allowing Beepaw to glance at the cracked pads, then the other that looked equally as cracked. "I ran myself a bit too hard today." Owlpaw admitted bashfully, his ears slipping back against his head.

Bee nodded, giving a snort. "I can tell." humming, he went over to the small collection of herbs he had. Cracked pads...huhm.. Shuffling through them, seeing a small yellow flower, which looked somewhat like a dandelion, but had a weird scent. "That looks interesting.." He mumbled, picking the random herb up. He scrunched up his nose realizing he'd have to chew it, or something very close to that. Walking back over to the brown feline, he plopped down, slowly starting to chew the small yellow flower. "What exactly did you do to make yourself run too hard?" He inquired bluntly, raising a brow.

[Doom]

Originally Posted by canine

[ ahh, this took me forever! so sorry about the wait, peach!! ]

Dawnsong's attention was his the moment Pineclaw uttered "night". The smile that graced her lips couldn't be suppressed, even if she had tried to. It was exciting to think this charming fellow wandered the territory on the same nights she had! "Oh, yes, I love the night!" she admitted, with barely-concealed enthusiasm. Her tail flicked in a pleased manner as he went on, mentioning night patrollers-- she held in a laugh then. She'd seen a couple as well, all droopy eyes and yawns, but she'd avoided them, preferring the company of nature to muddle-headed cats. The black warrior drew her thoughts back when the tom stood, half-hoping he wasn't about to take his leave. At the offer, however, it took all her self-control not to bounce to her paws. Instead, she smirked. "A challenge! How could I turn that down?" Standing, Dawnsong stretched her back before leaping off the log. She looked at her dark surroundings, watching the grass sway and glancing overhead when an owl flew silently by. Darkness naturally brought Dawnsong peace, but with a companion, it made her almost giddy. Honestly, it was embarassing. Calm yourself, or you'll certainly scare him away! She turned back to him now, expectantly. "Where to?"

pineclaw purred in delight at dawnsong’s enthusiasm. he wasnt used to seeing someone so active at night, and it was definitely refreshing. once the molly was by his side, pineclaw slowly began leading the way. “well, dawnsong, that wouldn’t be a question for me.” he looked down at dawnsong to reassure her flustered reaction, smiling. “i actually rely on another creature to lead my hunting trips.” he came to a sudden halt and dropped to a crouch, signaling dawnsong to copy him. his large ears twitched at the slightest of sounds, searching. he had excellent hearing - above average at least. anycat could guess that by just looking at him, though. his gaze was fogged with focus, staring off ahead of them. after a moment of silence, pineclaw leaned close to his new hunting partner and whispered “so tell me, dear, how good is your hearing?” his green eyes finally rounded on her, glittering with interest. an owl was nearby, but just far enough for it’s hoot to be mistaken for the wind. he wanted to see if she could sense it.

[Sum]

Originally Posted by Five

@canine

Beetlebrook's amber eyes glossed over the she-cat's face, lingering in a way that made it easy to see he found her question unimportant [but he'd humour it anyway]. "No, I do not have anything important to do later, unless it is asked of me." The tom replied in honeyed words, however his tone was very much forced. He tutted at her next remark, like one would when scolding an unruly kit. "Borders will not be borders if you do not establish them," Beetlebrook reprimanded, as if it were obvious, "They'll just be like any other bit of land."

After avoiding a stray leaf that had blown over to him on the wind, he returned his attention to Dawnsong. "Although, if you aren't taking it seriously, you can always leave me to it - I wouldn't mind." Beetlebrook added. It's not that he didn't want company, and Dawnsong had not been half bad, considering she'd thrown out a few witty quips, he just had to do things his way [the right way, he reminded himself].

[ Five! Super sorry this took so long!! ;o; I've really lost my muse lately.. Hopefully it comes back soon ]

Dawnsong scowled at her tall companion, making it obvious she didn't appreciate being tutted at. She didn't bother answering, however, because If she was honest with herself, she felt rather kittish around him. He spoke so.. logically! Cool and collected, while hardly batting an eye at her quips. And for some reason, his demeanor irritated her.
Slowly, she let out a breath. Okay, enough. You know he's probably right... Probably. Her eyes trailed downward, vaguely watching the ground pass by as Dawnsong padded along Beetlebrook's "trail". At his comment, her head jerked up. "Of course I'm taking it seriously! I'm not some lazy kittypet." As if to prove her words, she quickened her pace, now padding right next to Beetlebrook. "And it is possible to take things too seriously, you know?" she added, eyeing him from the corner of her eye. She would crack that cool shell somehow- otherwise it was going to drive her insane the rest of the day. Looking ahead presently, she scanned above the tall grass, easily spotting ThunderClan's border of tall trees. Finally!