WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[cmdR_Paige]

"I wonder what Twistedpaw would think of that," Wolftail rolled his eyes, remembering Chickadeepaw. He felt terrible for Crescentmoon. Hopefully Twistedpaw would be nice. And maybe, just maybe... if Puddlekit wanted, Wolftail and Crescentmoon could adopt him.

@TeamRiverRipple @Puddletail @TheNyanCatMinecart

[Polaris]

Heatherkit looked at the medicine cat. ¨Well, my sides and back have been hurting a lot. It keeps throbbing...So I was thinking I should have one more poppy seed? I don´t know what to do..¨ He looked at the medicine cat, hoping he would no what to do.

@wren

[Doom]

Originally Posted by Dust

Aspenbreeze groaned in agreement, rolling her eyes as Coldsong mentioned prey falling from the heavens. "As if." She snorted, "When was the last time you saw our deputy out on a hunting patrol himself?" Well.... Maybe Aspen was just talking out of her ass, but it felt good to finally have someone to rant to! She loved her clan to absolute bits, but the thought of squirrel-brain leading the clan one day... It sent shivers down her spine. Perhaps one day she'd think differently, but that day was not today!

"To the river then," She mumbled, following alongside Cold, her own frame crouched low to the ground. Ear perked in alert as she listened for any potential noise. Nothing so far. Though, when Coldsong bumped into her, it almost sent her sprawling away with surprise. Focusing too hard at any task would do that! Just as she was about to hiss with disapproval, the other warrior apologized. Rolling her eyes, Aspenbreeze tutted quietly to him, "No worrries.." As far as she knew, Coldsong had been tussling with horrible luck lately - mostly deduced from that pathetic stump of a tail. Eugh, she couldn't imagine losing her tail!

As the pair trekked closer to the river, Aspenbreeze perked up and nudged Coldsong gently, as not to throw him off balance. "You hear that?" She breathed quietly, nodding her head towards a small rock face by the shore of the river. Aspenbreeze could hear the scuffling of some tiny creature shifting pebbles. She waved her tail for Coldsong to follow her as she moved like a snake down the bank, stopping a few good tail-lengths away from the water. She wasn't about to take a dive in that. Turning back to look at her patrol partner, she popped him a questioning look,

"You want to catch this one?"

"I know, right? What kind of deputy makes everyone else do all the work?" Coldsong scoffed lightly, flicking an ear in irritation. "I don't even recall him looking remotely shaken up after we got home...in fact, I haven't seen him at all!" His face scrunched into a scowl and he tried his best to keep his claws sheathed while they prowled. Brindlejaw was truly a pathetic deputy, and he was glad he wasn't the only one who thought so.

Nodding at Aspenbreeze's signal, Coldsong followed her down the bank, eying the critter as it shuffled obnoxiously close to the water. One wrong step and they could easily fall into the river. Unappealed, Coldsong shot his partner the same questioning look, but when she beat him to the question, his ears flattened in defeat and he gave a grudging nod.

Wiggling his haunches, Coldsong waited for the right moment to strike, inching closer when the vole would turn away. Then at the right moment, he bolted out from the reeds and clamped his jaws down on the fatty rodent. It was dead with a swift bite, but upon impact, Coldsong lost his footing and slipped. He slid until his claws stopped him merely half a tail-length away from the water.

Letting out a breath of relief, Coldsong straightened himself and puffed his chest at Aspenbreeze. His face was radiant with pride and adrenaline. "Betcha don't see that every day!"

[wren]

The tabby swept his tail around his paws and watched the small kitten with a rather unamused glance. ”I can give you the other half of the one you had yesterday but no more. Poppyseeds are dangerous for kits” he said quietly popping up onto his paws and crossing the den. He’d left the poppyseeds out last night. He’d been too tired to deal with it. He shuffled through the small oak leaf package and finally found the other half. He turned and balancing on three paws hobbled back towards him before offering it up to his face. “Tell some of the queens in the den if you are hurting and send them to me if you need more help. You shouldn’t be walking about”

@wolfnight @Puddletail

[wren]

Originally Posted by shortstack

[ @wren ]

Returning to clan territory after being met with such hostility before probably wasn't the smartest of moves but the small tom couldn't help it- he was worried! The scent of coyotes had faded by now and as far as he could tell, WindClan returned home. All the same, he wanted to see for himself. His interactions with clan life had been few and far between - the one conversation, if tense, was his first true experience with a clanner. They weren't very different from loners and rogues, of course, it was mostly just an organized occupation of territory but something about them was still intriguing. Their way of life. He wanted to know more. First, though, he wanted to know if they were okay.

Coyotesnarl has decided to leave camp for a bit, the stuffy state of his den and the pollen got his nose all clogged up and for at least a day now he couldn’t get any sleep. Though that wasn’t because of the stuffy den or pollen. No. In fact it was Ashwing... and those unborn kittens that got him restless.

He’d killed more than he ever could’ve imagined this week alone. Being a medicine cat he would’ve expected casualties but not by his own paws. It wasn’t grief that shook him... more so shock. Ashwing had attacked a kit out of pure malice and deserved the justice he’d handed to her.. but unborn kittens? His tail curled behind his back while he stared out into the greying clouds. It would rain soon... that was refreshing. The subtle rains of spring. The tom cocked his head back in partial relief. He didn’t need to think anymore. That’s when he heard someone stomping through the thicket. His ears raised in alarm and his claws hooked into the dirt. He waited and there was a small frame of a cat moving over the hill. “You must be joking...”

[dionysus]

@Socks
Heathertail laughed, though quickly tried to smother the sound as Twilightstar started talking. Leaning over to Duskmoth, she murmured, “if they didn’t end up smothered, they’d definitely join our side. Who could attack a cat whose signature move is to hug his opponents?” The tortie nudged Duskmoth affectionately, wishing she could spread the joy she felt hanging out with him to her clan mates. However, she didn’t want to get called out for talking during the meeting and soon fell quiet.

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@Dust / @Moonraven
Smolder started at the sound of his name. He hasn’t been sure whether to expect to be mentioned during this meeting. Come to think of it, now that he had been mentioned, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Thankfully, Twilightstar gestured him forward, so the large young cat pulled himself to his paws and walked through the crowd to the front, trying to seem sure of himself. Confidence sparked warmly in his chest when Twilightstar mentioned that she believed in his potential and it suddenly became easier to sit in front of all of these cats. He squared his shoulders and sat up taller with pride. He wasn’t Smolder the rogue anymore- he was Smolderpaw! Fearsome apprentice of Windclan! In his excitement, Smolderpaw nearly missed Twilightstar telling someone else to come forward. This cat, Aspenbreeze, was to teach him the ways of the clan. He couldn’t wait to meet them. The ginger apprentice looked eagerly around the crowd, searching for whichever cat was to be his mentor.
The eagerness and confidence melted to nerves in an instant when he met the eyes of a rather irritated-looking feline stalking his way. Smolderpaw gulped and flicked his tail uncertainly, please change directions, please change directions. No use. This was Aspenbreeze, his mentor- and she didn’t seem pleased to be so. When the warrior told him to touch her nose, Smolderpaw leaned forward obediently and touched his nose to hers. Then, his new mentor grumbled something to him and flicked her tail in a gesture he assumed meant that she wanted him to follow her. Climbing to his paws, Smolderpaw did so with a shake of his head and a wry grin. He supposed if anyone was going to teach him all of the ways of the clan, a tough mentor was better than an apathetic one. Besides, he had promised Twilightstar to work hard for the clan and he was certain that Aspenbreeze would give him plenty of opportunity to do so.

[duckie]

Rook
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Rook couldn't help but grin when he crested the hill and a familiar scent wafted to his nose. Yellow eyes scanned the surrounding brush before coming to a stop on the larger tom - dopey grin still on his face. He began a loping run down the hillside before skidding to a stop. Perhaps dashing towards the feline who had been so terrible hostile before wasn't the greatest idea.

"We simply have to stop meeting like this!" he teased, "Cats are gonna get start getting the wrong idea, and we certainly wouldn't want that."

[ @wren ]

[Zero]

Originally Posted by Moonraven

"You've been gone for a long time," Twilightstar comments as she opens an eye to see who it was that was talking to her. The leader amazed herself with the fact that she could even remember every clanmate that returned from wherever it was they all decided to go. She's not in a bad mood, just lazy, so she offers the young cat a half-smile at her kind comment. The smile on her maw grew when the apprentice gave her a name. "You don't even smell like a WindClan cat anymore." Twilightstar craned her neck to sniff at the young cat. "Quiverpaw..." She tips her head to one side and then the other before twitching her whiskers. "Before I let you return I need to know where you've been." After Quiverpaw explained herself only then would Twilightstar decide if she could return or not.

Quiverpaw nodded, knowing her prompt was a reasonable request - she just hoped the leader found her answer just as reasonable. "I went searching for my mom, er, my biological one. When I was younger I wandered away from her and got lost, which is what eventually caused me to end up being rescued and brought here. I never really want to go find her once I became settled here, I was happy here. But, after Brightstar..." She choked up a bit, not really being able to voice the words. "I don't know... I just needed to do something with myself and I had always wondered what she was like." However, the apprentice's search hadn't gone very well, she had had a few leads but she hadn't been able to locate her mother. "I'm sorry, I know that's a stupid reason to leave..." She lowered her amber gaze to her paws.

[wren]

Coyotesnarl didn’t have energy to go chasing the tom off the moor.... the rain and bad thoughts put him in a rather dreary mood. Besides it wasn’t his job. Neither was killing Ashwing. he grimaced before jerking back into the conversation ignoring the rather unpleasant memory.

“Oh yeah by the stars they’d think my standards would go so low” the tom hissed under his breath tucking his paws closer to his chest and glaring at the loner who seemed all too excited to be here.. again. “Besides- I’m a medicine cat, not that you would know anything about that.” he needn’t flaunt his rank so carelessly.. though he didn’t care. The tom seemed interested enough to hold a conversation with.. and he wouldn’t ask how his day was.

@shortstack

[Willowfern]

Ashheart was extremely bored, she had no apprentice, no friends, and nobody to talk to,
I guess that’s just Windclan for you, she thought,We’re always dashing about, no time to talk.