WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Sweetie]

The silver and white molly was gazing at the life buzzing around the camp when she felt her brother's nudge. Turning her baby blue gaze in his direction Shimmeringpaw gave a small smile as she tilted her head in thought. "I wonder about that too. I'm not sure. To be honest I hope it's something pretty like Shimmeringnight, Shimmeringlight, Shimmeringmask, Shimmeringflower, Shimmeringpool, or even Shimmeringheart." There were endless possibilities for her warrior name but in the end, it was all up to Lionstar. "What do you think yours will be?"
It was the name that caught the molly's attention, Dirtfur? The exiled deputy wouldn't try to sneak into another clan would he? The apprentice shifted her eyes to Wormpaw. The tom took it the hardest when the truth of all of what his former mentor did. It took her days to coax Wormpaw out of the den and to do something. For once she felt anger towards Dirtfur because of what he did to her sibling. Eyes now searching for the dirty cat to see if the mentioning of him were true.
@x ghostie

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Brindlejaw was on his way to the leaders den when he heard the vistor Fawnsqueak and Foxpoo- Foxpudge throw a few hostile remarks at some cat. Being second in command the tom couldn't walk away and let some other cat deal with it because he was now that other cat who would deal with problems. Giving a sigh and shake of his head the deputy's paws lead him to the small group of cats. "What's going on-" Stopping short when he saw Dirtfur. What is he doing here? The tom turned to Fawnsqueaks comments on the dirty tom. Exile? Sickness? Dirty tactics? This all confused the tortoiseshell. he usually stayed out of the drama due to the fact that he hated it and that it causes cats to be too worked up in the 'he said, she said' instead of focusing on their duties. "Okay, okay. Foxpudge, go antagonize some other poor soul and Fawnsqueak thank you for all of your help but I can take it on from here." Dismissing Foxpudge with a flick of his tail and stepped up next to Fawnsqueak. His blazing orange eyes looked up and down at the dirty tom and the stench of sickness hit his nose with an impact that surprised him. I have to get him out of here before one of my clanmates gets sick. "Dirtfur, follow me I'll take you to Twilightstar. I'm guessing that's why you're here? Fawnsqueak if you don't mind please fill me in on why Dirtfur is now an exile?" Brindlejaw wasn't too sure if he wanted Dirtfur to get close to his leader but the quicker he talked to Twilightstar the quicker he can get out.

@BILL. @Dipper @Moonraven @Dirtfur

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak swiveled to face Wormpaw, baffled by his under-reaction to this. Exiles didn't occur for no reason, and the cats removed from Clan life shouldn't be allegiance-hopping; especially not this one, he was a danger to whichever cats he came in contact with. "I... didn't tell them what to do and really wasn't going to," he pointed out to Wormpaw, briefly wondering why the apprentice believed WindClan leadership wasn't capable of making their own decisions without his input as it was. Inklings of doubt were beginning to root in him, doubts about Wormpaw's intentions here when he didn't seem to want WindClan to know about this hazard. He'd just spent days working his tail off, yet was ready to throw them to the wolves upon their departure -- not only was it bad news for WindClan, but Dirtfur was still, despite their best efforts, connected to RiverClan as a former deputy. Fawnsqueak wished to ensure Twilightstar didn't think they'd sent him here, as it was likely to be taken as an act of aggression. Fretting, he noted they'd have to talk about that in more depth once they left camp. It wasn't a discussion to have right now.

Oh dear gods above, Investigator Cattails was here to give his two cents. Fawnsqueak didn't know who this was, but everything about him suggested he was unfit to be walking into the situation from his demeanor to his utter lack of awareness. However, he raised an eyebrow when he said he could 'take it from here' since that raised a lot of questions about this cat's perception of his self-importance and capability. "Twilightstar is literally right over there," Fawnsqueak replied dryly at his obliviousness, and he dipped his head in her direction. She was speaking with some WindClanner he didn't recognize. And... now he was even more perplexed, so he let out the faintest of chuckles -- a surprised puff of air that held a semblance of amusement. "I thought you volunteered to take it from here," he said, skeptical. Apparently that wasn't a dismissal, because he was asking for his input. That he'd pretty much just said, but it appeared he hadn't listened at all. "I already explained it though...?"

Please, please let Twilightstar be more competent than this self-appointed camp-monitor was.


@shortstack @Shimm @x ghostie @Moonraven

[BEAR.]

Foxpudge gave a confused glance toward Fawnsqueak before he rested his full attention on Brindlejaw. "Don't mind this beetle-brain," his words were directed toward the RiverClan cat. "He belongs in the elder's den with how out-dated and unaware he is."

Now, his words were to Brindlejaw, displeasure clear in his voice. "I know you don't get much action anymore Brindlejaw, but wanting to know if a cat is coming to spread illness after his former Clan-mates just informed us he was exiled for his incompetence and attempt to get his own leader sick isn't being antagonistic. Had I been in his face, raised my voice-- showed some teeth, perhaps-- that'd be crossing the line. But I asked him a simple question.

"I think you might want to reassess the situation before you speak. You're making our Clan look like a joke."

[ @Shimm ]

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

Originally Posted by Dirtfur

(Open!)

Lightningkit stared at a mossy bedding, imagining it was enemy from another clan. The new-born kit crouched, waving his crooked tail as he ended it all with a pounce. Bits of moss flew in every direction.
Now looking onto the destroyed bedding, he felt a hollow emotion inside. He wished he could make it begone! Water welled in his eyes.

(I'll take it. I need something to do, anyway.)

Twistedkit looked at the very young kit. Hadn't that basically been her when she had been younger? A part of her deformed tail twitched. Something inside of her wanted her to talk to the kit. She hadn't made many friends. Sure, there was Curlkit, but she still felt lonely despite that. Twistedkit was scared that she might scare the kit with her deformed face but shook her head. 'I might as well,' she thought, walking over toward the kit.

"H-hello," she mewed in her distorted voice, her only seeing eye drifting over the shredded nest anxiously.

@Dirtfur

[Sweetie]

Brindlejaw gave a glance at Foxpudge, "You are making this clan look like a joke by disrespecting its deputy." He didn't need to explain himself to Foxpudge and it was quite clear that the warrior wasn't going to help anyone with his big mouth blabbing insults.

Sighing and turning his attention back to the Riverclanner. "I would like more of a clear idea what Dirtfur did to his clan to get exile. If you didn't notice I was assigning my clan their duties so I couldn't quite hear all of this drama." The tortoiseshell looked at where Fawnsqueak pointed out his leader. Oh... The deputy didn't realize that Twilightstar was already in the clearing talking to some cats. That one is on my fault. Thinking to himself and silently cursing for not being aware. "What we will discuss with Dirtfur does not need prying ears to hear. Right now it looks like Twilightstar has her paws full of talking to some of my clanmates so Dirtfur has to deal with me. If you are not interested in giving me the full story of his exile that is okay because then I'll just have Dirtfur explain. It is better to have two sides of the same story than just one."
@Dipper @BILL.

[duckie]

Sootflare
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Fawnsqueak's words pulled the warrior's attention away from Elderpaw, ears perking up to listen. It seemed they were done here. Feelings of relief and disappointment rushed over him and he turned to the apprentice to give a half-hearted smile before climbing to his paws. However, as he moved to follow Fawnsqueak and the rest of the patrol out of camp, the familiar face of Dirtfur stopped him in his tracks. He didn't even notice Elderpaw ran off, saying something about her father,"Dirtfur...?"

So much seemed to happen all at once - everyone seemingly trying to get some handle on the situation as new information came to light. Sootflare stiffened - for a moment only watching this unfold - before moving to place himself beside Fawnsqueak in a show of support. Wormpaw's indifference was frustrating but not something to be dealt with here and now. That would be a talk for later.

"Dirtfur has proved himself to be a danger to our clan - He has no regard for the safety of his clanmates or any intention of completing the duties assigned to him - or even the duties he assigned himself." He meowed, sending a pointed look in the direction of the tortoiseshell,"He was not exiled without basis."

[ @BILL. @Shimm @x ghostie @Dipper @Dirtfur ]

[Sweetie]

Originally Posted by CheetahPelt

When her eyes met his he almost thought he saw something flash in the she cats eyes. He shook it off quickly.

Whitesong gathered himself, straightening himself with a smile. “Oh you don’t have to sit up for me. Rest, your kits look pretty new.” He meowed. “Congratulations, by the way.” He smiled again, his melodious voice low and quiet. He almost asked who the lucky Tom was, but wasn’t sure what his reaction would have been to the she cat. Instead he tilted his head “What are their names?”

She gave a mirrored smile as she settled down once more with her kits by her stomach. "Thank you." Songbird felt a nerve flutter as she anticipated Whitesong asking who the father is but was caught off guard when he asked about their names instead. "The dark brown tom is named Charkit." Pointing her tail over her eldest son. "Then the other is Reedkit." Pride shined in her eyes as she once again gave each a lick of love on top of their heads.

[wren]

The tabby was silent for a moment, contemplative of Mistyferns rather thoughtful tone. There was moment in time where Coyotesnarl was convinced the tom could read his thoughts, fear? Sure he felt it tearing away at his mind but how could the old tom figure that out? To his knowledge nothing betrayed the solemn expression he wore so well- or perhaps it was his tone of voice? He gave his tail a pensive flick as the air seemed to warm around his head, settling more comfortably into the idea Mistyfern was just as scared as him.

”I want to go” he offered defensively feeling the fur along his spine tingle. Or maybe he didn’t? He waved the thought away and padded down the snowy slope with just as much hesitance as he did before. “What do you suppose I do if you died?” he added briskly giving another tense look over at him. “I don’t suppose I’d fancy going in alone” and truthfully he was thankful to not be doing this on his own.. if Mistyfern wasn’t here.. well.. he wasn’t sure he could go in. The starclan responsible for his suffering and pain.. and he was going to seek knowledge from them? He felt his teeth grit and the scars up his face tingle with butterflies. How ironic.

@Xeno

[nykyrian]

Originally Posted by Moonraven

After watching the kit and apprentice leave, her eyes turned to Owlspirit. She was a little annoyed when he didn't clarify why he hadn't brought Berrypaw in the first place, but didn't feel like repeating herself. "Why is sh-" She started and stopped trying to follow along. She really wanted to take away the tom's rank for acting so stupid, but that might be a little harsh. "I want three tasks done around the camp until they are done neither you nor Berrypaw are allowed out of camp."
@Cecily Herondale

Yes ma'am he answered turning out of the den and going to tell Berrypaw to come to camp

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak could've gawked at that shred of information, once again looking around for Twilightstar in hopes she would be over soon to give mercy to this ridiculousness who was now apparently the deputy. For the level of unaware, he was a fairly accurate replacement for Brightsky. However, Brightsky had never straight up lied to him in order to preserve her pride, and that had him tensed to avoid his fur bristling up. He was certain this.. Brindlejaw hadn't been distributing duties.

He didn't know what else to tell him about the exile. If he couldn't deduce why he was cast aside from RiverClan after all those offenses, he was denser than originally imagined. Fawnsqueak listened and was grateful for Sootflare's interjection into the conversation, briefly wondering if he was as mystified by this choice of authority as well. To Brindlejaw, he pointed out, "If I didn't give you the full story, so you get it from Dirtfur instead, that is literally not getting two sides." That didn't make sense, it wasn't logical. But he figured the bottom line, that Brindlejaw had failed to describe, was that he'd try to collect as much information on this prior to making a decision. It was a respectable course of action but not one that Fawnsqueak would entertain him with after their discussion thus far had been abysmal. "Right, yeah. I think I'll just wait for Twilightstar." It would be easier than attempting to walk this guy through it slowly, word for word; someone who could actually understand was preferable. Besides, when Twilightstar was condescending, she at least had a right to be. Fawnsqueak peered to Sootflare with bright eyes, head tipped. "If you want to lead the patrol out of here, I'll catch up."


@x ghostie @Shimm @shortstack @Moonraven