WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[MEAT ANGELS]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

He nodded,” Alright, thank you for training me...since you clearly don’t want to.” He meowed back

"Watch your tongue! Being stern with you is the only way you'll actually listen!"

[dionysus]

@Casper / @Fae / @Fuzzy / @Wings / @TeamRiverRipple
Heathernose has heard the commotion from tail lengths away as she was padding to the warriors den for a nap. Now, she nosed her way inside and saw what the noise was all about. “Oh!” She exclaimed in surprise before her features softened and she purred with a mrow of laughter, “hello all! And especially hello, Coyotekit! I didn’t know we were expecting a special visitor today!” The tortoiseshell molly noticed that Lynxstep was the kit’s mother, but the good natured warrior didn’t want the kit’s mission to be a failure. She remembered fondly her own days of breaking into the warrior’s den. Sitting down and flicking her tail over her paws, Heathernose said, “I have to agree with Coldsong on this one- the warrior’s den is most definitely a place for inside voices. If you want to play mossball, though, I wouldn’t mind playing a match with you in the clearing! As long as that’s alright with you.” She turned her gaze to the kit’s mother to ask for her permission, rather than trying to undermine her authority by snatching Coyotekit if Lynxstep didn’t want her to stay out of the nursery. “Or,” Heathernose offered, “if you want to stay with us warriors in the den, maybe we could take turns sharing stories?”

[teddy.]

Oddears strolled into the den, bowing his body down to fit through the door way. How inconsiderate of tall cats... A tsk tsk sound of disappointment slipped from the warrior as he strolled into the dark den with ease. The smell of stale herbs hit his nose before the recognisable scent of Coyotesnarl.

Oddears paused for a moment, finally taking in the cats apparence within the light (that dipped through the doorway) of day. Bless the Moon, he was funky! "For once, I am glad to be that in the presence of a coyote," His words were a sticky, sweet purr, briefly greeting the other two cats with a dip of his long snout.

@wren

[Wings]

"She slipped out right after I had finished giving one of her brothers a bath and as far I as remember.." Her gaze flipped to Coyotekit. "... she never got cleaned." She gave a grin to her kit before picking her up so she couldn't run off. "Maybe later you two can play in the clearing if she behaves." Lynxstep meowed through Coyotekit's tan fur. She dipped her head to the warriors in such a way that showed "Sorry!"
@Beau @Casper @Fae @TeamRiverRipple @Fuzzy

[Doom]

Originally Posted by S-oft

"Oh and there goes my lunch!' A voice called from behind. Oddear shifted into sight of the other cat, his long body walking effortlessly across to the other cat, watching as the lifeless body tumbled out of view. "The sea will engulf them and the fish will have their fill. They may not stand amongst us anymore but they've left a lasting impression upon our clan," The older cat murmured, his voice floating on the sea breeze that rolled in from the ocean.

"BAH-" Coldsong exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his own skin at the sound of Oddear's voice. He blinked as the cat walked up to him, unsure of what the tom was exactly saying. He'd never heard someone talk like that before... "Er, yeah...the circle of life." Coldsong replied, taking a seat beside Oddear, looking down over the seaside. "Serves em' right if ya ask me."

[teddy.]

Originally Posted by Fae

"BAH-" Coldsong exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his own skin at the sound of Oddear's voice. He blinked as the cat walked up to him, unsure of what the tom was exactly saying. He'd never heard someone talk like that before... "Er, yeah...the circle of life." Coldsong replied, taking a seat beside Oddear, looking down over the seaside. "Serves em' right if ya ask me."

"Circle isn't the right term... I'd say triangle, they appear much more in nature then you'd expect," The warrior meowed, watching as the seagulls flew over head of them, droopy ears picking up on the white-noise the ocean had to offer. He offered a reassuring smile to Coldsong; He meant no harm. "The hierarchy of the pecking order is cruel and unkind but gives birth to the strange and mutated. Life will continue long after the brightest of the world itself has long since burned out." He meows ended with a somewhat light hearted chirp. Maybe he was rambling on? A topic change would be suited.

"So! How are you settling back down into the camp? Well, I'd assume?" Oddear swore the Tom had had a tail once but that wasn't a great topic either. An idle grooming session began as he pulled a few clumps of grass from under his claws.

[wren]

Admittedly there was nothing he could do for a bump on the head. If there was permanent damage it wasn’t like he could get some magical flower to heal it. The warrior was on his own. “What exactly do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” his sarcasm was bitter as he folded his paws neatly under his chest.

“Here’s what I can do, I’ll grab him some poppyseeds. Enough to knock him out for the night and you go home. Unless you plan on asking Twilightstar to stay but I don’t think she wants any shadowclanners in windclan anymore.” he stated the she cat down as she interjected following his statement. He sat up again feeling irritation bubble in his chest. “If you can’t make it back to shadowclan tonight report to Brindlejaw and he’ll set you up for the night. Than you leave tomorrow.” the tom drew his tongue over his lips a final time and crossed his den to the small cleft in the rocks. He plucked out the small bundle and turned towards the pair scooping out three into his paw. “Take these and it’ll help with pain and it’ll knock you out.” he paused briefly “I’ll check on you tomorrow and see if your conditions worsened, now get out”

@Arie @Spiderfrost

Just as the pair of warriors had been sent off he heard a familiar voice and a sense of relief washed over him. It wasn’t another moron. The tabby turned to watch as the long legged warrior made his way into the dingy den. He felt a smile tug the corner of the uninjured side of his face. “You look well despite everything’s that’s been going around. You might wanna get roughed up a bit more.. cats will start to think you skimped out” the tom teased in light nature as he brought himself to a standing position.

He dipped his head in greeting and waved a tail towards the open nests off to the side taking one for his own and plopping down in a heap. He looked tired.. his sunken eyes and tattered fur aided to that. “What brings you here... did honeypaw find you?” following the death of Ashwing he’d hoped that honey would be able to find odd and bring him here... why? Who’s to say. Perhaps he needed that company.. to talk out those emotions. He shivered blinking out of the thought and fixing his eyes back on the lanky tom.

@S-oft

[lucidense]

"Ashwing? Well, neva' did trust em', she was always disappearing from camp, and had an ol' suspicious look on er' face." Jaggedstone shook his head, his voice gruff. "Guess she finally made a move, attacking poor Heatherkit."

[hal]

It seemed to Snowstep that as soon as the kit had fumbled into the den, she had to leave. And although they would've liked getting in on a game of mossball, the bicolor tabby didn't mind some peace and quiet, either. They purred, "It was nice meeting you, Coyotekit."


[@Casper]

[teddy.]

Oh the nest seemed to be one of the most appealing things to Oddear in that very moment, besides the Tom in his current company. A low, gritty chuckle escaped Oddear as he lowered his awkward body into the nook of mossy nests, stretching his overly long legs over the top of Coyotesnarl; he had nowhere else to put them. "Dearie, if my subconscious existence matched my outer fur prison, I fear that the Mpon herself would fall from the sky from the weight of her tears," His honkish meows were bitter sweet.

Oddear let his attention turn to that of the fat he had his limbs currently splayed over. "I fear in times like these everyone requires your mind but not the cat who owns the knowledge they seek to know. The real question - one I cannot answer -is how you are feeling?" He had his long tilted torso he side, droopy ears limp from the pull of gravity.

@wren