WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[The Shadow Flower]

Originally Posted by amber'light

cherrykit flinched and looked at the queen. her eyes went wide, because for a heartbeat she saw sugarapple instead of the brown molly. cherrykit back up and clenched her teeth trying not to cry once again, she crouched low and whispered her name, "m-my names cherrykit..." cherrykit looked at the ground and hoped she didn't make the queen uncomfortable. @The Shadow Flower

DuskWing would look at the kit kindly. Well, Cherrykit, why are you here in windclan? It’s okay if you don’t want to say it.
DuskWing could tell when a kit was sad, and this little kitty needed some cuddles.

[kittygirl]

cherrykit began to relax and she decided that if she was going to tell anycat the truth it was going to be her new foster mother. she settled down beside duskwing and sighed, "I was a bad kit..." she sniffled. she wanted to leave it at that, but she knew she should tell the full truth, "after my real mom died I got my foster mom sugarapple...and not long after I got whitecough, the old deputy of riverclan brought me to the medicine den...but I was scared that shiverpelt couldn't fix me...so I tried to go to another clan for help...lionstar caught me and made dearleap take me to shadowclan to get treated. When I was sent back...d-dirtfur told me that shiverpetal was planning on putting me down! a-and! cherrykit started breaking out into sobs as she was finishing, "I-I thought you were supposed to be happy when bad cats die! and so I smiled when shiverpetal died...and its all my fault that I got dirtfur and me exiled!" she wailed the last part. her claws dug into the ground as she was now balling her eyes out from the thought of all the bad stuff she did. @The Shadow Flower

[The Shadow Flower]

Originally Posted by amber'light

cherrykit began to relax and she decided that if she was going to tell anycat the truth it was going to be her new foster mother. she settled down beside duskwing and sighed, "I was a bad kit..." she sniffled. she wanted to leave it at that, but she knew she should tell the full truth, "after my real mom died I got my foster mom sugarapple...and not long after I got whitecough, the old deputy of riverclan brought me to the medicine den...but I was scared that shiverpelt couldn't fix me...so I tried to go to another clan for help...lionstar caught me and made dearleap take me to shadowclan to get treated. When I was sent back...d-dirtfur told me that shiverpetal was planning on putting me down! a-and! cherrykit started breaking out into sobs as she was finishing, "I-I thought you were supposed to be happy when bad cats die! and so I smiled when shiverpetal died...and its all my fault that I got dirtfur and me exiled!" she wailed the last part. her claws dug into the ground as she was now balling her eyes out from the thought of all the bad stuff she did. @The Shadow Flower

DuskWing was SHOCKED! How dare Riverclan exile such a sweet kit?
She’d pull Cherrykit towards her comfortingly.
Darling, you aren’t a bad kit at all!
As she talked a obvious mom voice came apparent.
The other cats probably didn’t understand that Shiverpetal was mean to you. Tears started to form in DuskWings eyes, too before she calmed herself down. Who’s DeerLeap, honey?
Poor kitten, RiverClan must be barbaric!

[kittygirl]

cherrykit sniffled as the last of her tears dripped down her cheeks, she blinked as if she didn't understand duskwings question, "O-oh I said deerleap, I mean't fawnsqueak...!" cherrykit sniffled, deerleap...deer...deer?...DEERKIT! she thought with shock, was her younger sister still a kit? where was she? cherrykit glanced around for a small brown kitten, but instead she just closed her eyes and buried her face in the queens pelt. @The Shadow Flower @:little roe deer:

[:little roe deer:]

Deerkit opened her eyes to the sound of the wailing kit, Deerkit got up and looked around curiously until she spotted a familiar russet kit, is that...Cherrkit! Deerkit was in shock when she saw the russet kit, "Cherrykit!?" Deerkit gasped as she dashed over to the the queen and kit, "Why are you I Windclan!?" she tilted her head slightly after she sat down to join the two. @amber'light

[Brightspot]

Originally Posted by Slatepaw

By this point, Smokefoot really thought he was going to convince the other to get off his lazy hide. However, this monochromatic tom was just as persistent as he was. It would have been wise, and much easier if the small black tom had moved on, found someone else to take out with him, but NOW HE WAS IRRITATED!
The black tom's tail began to lash behind him. Croweyes was going to get out of camp whether he liked it or not! Narrowing his golden eyes, the black tom grumbled, "Fine. You've forced me. It's mother time."
What in the dark forest did that mean? Oh he soon found out as the small black tom stepped closer to him, and in a flash of shadows, Smokefoot had his maul clasped around the other's scruff. Grunting with force, the older tom dug his claws in the dirt and began to tug, clawing his way towards the entrance, dragging the massive kit along.

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Fathoming the complementing tom's maw against his neck, sleek, sable pelt bristling amid hysteria, Croweyes emits a gritted yelp. Being hauled towards the territory had incited a feral, feverish need to abscond, to compose himself upon his own paws as well as haunches, to possess any sort of decision in the matter. Manic gaze darting about from the earth to the offending feline to the dens that were getting farther and farther from him with every second that passed, his muzzle crinkles amid distress.

Is this how they felt?

The thought instills a grievous anxiety amid the Stygian tom's belaboring bosom so great and imposing that he hadn't believed it to be plausible. A need. A need to escape. A need. A need. Need. Need. Need.

"Alright!" He yowls, frantic limbs clawing towards the sky. "I'll follow you! Just let me go!"

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[MagicCat99]

@Shimm
(Sorry it's late!)
Deerblossom entered the clearing. Immediately the tom looked around for his father, Brindlejaw. When he saw him he padded over. "Hi, dad. So, the patrol. Nothing really happened." He simply meowed.

[wren]

Originally Posted by Slatepaw

Bumblestar! The idea of him being a warrior brought him great pride, even though he was in a tight pitch beneath "Icestar". As he wiggled beneath the other, he continuously made those squeaking hisses. Oh how un-frightening! Once he felt the pressure release a little, the smaller grey and orange tom wiggled his way out from underneath.
"Take this!" He tried to sound so intimidating by lower his voice, but it only made it squeak more standing on his back haunches, he lifted his small paws to swat at the others muzzle. He was good about keeping his claws at bay so it only felt like soft little thumps. His tail lashed behind him as he 'attacked' the Shadowclan leader in the midst of thier nursery squirmish.

Coyotesnarl despite being a hardened grump found himself amused by the kittens attempts to take him down, eventually giving into that warm fuzzy feeling of his chest and rolling onto his back with a shriek or terror, paws flailing wildly in the air and letting out calls of distress. Quieting down as he received a hush from a few queens. “Oh no! Please have mercy! Please have mercy!” he begged with a playful glint in his eye

[wren]

Originally Posted by shortstack

[boop @wren ]

Much had happened as of late, Becoming a medicine cat apprentice to perhaps one of the cats he absolutely hated the most, enjoying the company of a kitten and even worse.. getting along with Twilightstar? All these things happened so quickly and he felt like he couldn’t even keep up with himself. With a frustrated grunt the tom charged down the snowy moors cutting a path through the untouched snow. What was he looking for exactly? A herb? Perhaps cobwebs in an overturned log? No. Rather he was trying to figure out why or what was making him so happy all of a sudden. He was mad.. he was closed off. There was no doubt about it. He wasn’t happy.. or willing to help like a medicine cat should be. And yet here he was checking on kittens and.. with a frustrated snort he dismissed the thought. He needed some time to sit alone.. reflect on what was happening if he could. Even than could he really gather his thoughts?

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[Slatepaw]

Originally Posted by Brightspot

Fathoming the complementing tom's maw against his neck, sleek, sable pelt bristling amid hysteria, Croweyes emits a gritted yelp. Being hauled towards the territory had incited a feral, feverish need to abscond, to compose himself upon his own paws as well as haunches, to possess any sort of decision in the matter. Manic gaze darting about from the earth to the offending feline to the dens that were getting farther and farther from him with every second that passed, his muzzle crinkles amid distress.

Is this how they felt?

The thought instills a grievous anxiety amid the Stygian tom's belaboring bosom so great and imposing that he hadn't believed it to be plausible. A need. A need to escape. A need. A need. Need. Need. Need.

"Alright!" He yowls, frantic limbs clawing towards the sky. "I'll follow you! Just let me go!"

[:0 Thank you so much!! That means a heck of a lot!! And yes, I am!! <3 Also, I absolutely ADORE your writing!! btw, apologies for the delayed response!!]

Smokefoot's filled maul released a mild growl as the other fought his mothering act. This lazy tom needed to stop making stories and make experiences! As his words rang out into the air, the small slate tom paused his clawed paw steps. His yellow daggering eyes watched the entrance; they were so near. He contemplated ignoring the other and continuing on, much like mother's do to thier kits. However, a feeling in his lower abdomen reminded him that he was a warrior, not a queen.

As the pressure lessened on the others scruff, the shadow male pulled his maul away and looked at the other in gaze that could only be threatening, "So you're following." He had to remind him of his part of the deal. His growl sounded louder from his chest, "If you slink away, I'll catch you and drag you to the edges of our territory and ditch ya'!" Though it was obviously a threat, there was a playful, affectionate tone in 'mother's' voice.

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