WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Doom]

What? He had to change his name again??

"Fuzzy...kit?" Willow repeated sourly, "I'm gonna be called a kit forever?" He frowned deeply at that thought, fur puffing up in awareness of how...fuzzy...he truly was. Hmph. What a stupid name!

Although he grumbled loudly in disagreement, Willo-...Fuzzykit didn't want to upset the leader. So, with a curt nod, the kit submitted a nod to the she-cat's suggestion. "Fine. I'll go by Fuzzykit..."

Then backtracking to what Twilightstar had mention prior to his new name, Fuzzykit suddenly gasped. "Wait, I'm joining a Clan?!" Now the weird names and formality made sense. He had witnessed a few of the Clanner-patrols from the shadows when his mother would take the family on walks, and also remembered her warnings on their hostility, and religiously strict lifestyle.

While he should be terrified by his mother's given lore, the thought of becoming an actual Clanner was...thrilling. "I still want to join, but what Clan is this?" Fuzzykit asked in a coy fashion. Then, remembering traveling through the (seemingly endless) moors to get here, his ears perked as the lightbulb went off in his head. "Oh, WindClan!"

@Moonraven @elysian

[vellichor]

Snakewillow

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Relief crashed over him like a wave. While she’d seemed exasperated at first, Snakewillow was beyond glad that Twilightstar had agreed to let Willow in. He nodded at the leader. "Yes, m-ma’am." He was afraid it was too much, but was interrupted when Willow — Fuzzykit started speaking.

"No, of course not, Fuzzy." The tabby hoped he was okay with the nickname. It was odd to call the feline that — he might still call the little guy Willow on accident.

"Yeah, WindClan. Pretty soon here you’ll get your own mentor and learn how to become a warrior!" He encouraged the kit, mouthing a "thank you" to Twilightstar. As much as he would like to be Fuzzykit’s mentor, he knew it was a bit of a long shot. While he didn’t have an apprentice now, he was a relatively young warrior. Nodding toward the den entrance, he asked, "Should I show Fuzzykit around camp?"

@Moonraven @Fae

[Sweetie]

(Thank you for the link, sorry for the late reply)

Brindlejaw looked Batglare up and down unfazed at the assholes threatening state. Remaining silent the tom watched as the warrior blew some steam and spit in his direction. "Am I becoming deaf? Well if I am it would be by how loud you are yowling at me. I am not dumb by the way." Voice low enough for the Batass to hear. "If a kit could do my job better than why isn't that kit up here? Huh? Until that kit comes you'll have to deal with me. I apologize for forgetting your report and calling you out, that is on me. But the way you are acting right now is unnecessary." Brindlejaw was done with being told that he didn't deserve his position or that he had his head up his ass. "If you weren't so hostile and closed off perhaps you can see how kind and intelligent your apprentice is. I am not kissing up to my clan I am trying to be active and help the future of Windclan." Ears pressed against his head the tortoiseshell wanted to curl his lip at his clanmate in disgust.

@Moonraven

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The tom was just coming back from his border patrol when his name was called out. Turning towards the voice Brindlejaw was kinda puzzled by how Pheasantcry called for him. Shrugging the tortoiseshell padded to the warrior with a small smile. "I'm here and all ears."

@hxneysuckle

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A smile blossomed onto the toms smile as he heard Heathernose's voice calling out to him. Turning to the molly the tom was still smiling as his clanmate to tom nodded his head to encourage Heathernose to speak.

@Beau

[Arie]

-- @RedHead --
{ Pumatraining}

Okay. This was going great. Pumapaw had listened to exactly what Quicksilver had told her and now she was standing here, in the territory, waiting. Again. And he was late. Again. Letting out a sigh, she flopped to the ground to lie on her belly. Well Quickhat hadn't exactly told her where to meet him, but she assumed they would be out here anyway. It was hunting. Hunting did not happen in the camp, it did not happen at cliffs nor did it happen on the training moor. So just outside of camp would be the perfect space to be waiting but where was Quicksilver? Nowhere to be found. It was obvious truth be told, but the long furred cream apprentice didn't exactly want to wait all day for a mentor that maybe wouldn't even show up! Tail twitching, she looked up. Maybe he couldn't see her because she was lying in the moor grass and she then stood up again. "Quicksilver! Are we going hunting or not?"

[Moon Lily]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

Eaglepaw quickly moved his legs just before Runningpaw could land a blow. He turned towards her and quickly aimed to run under her to get to the other side. He plannned to trick her and duck back to his original side and pin her down.

Runningpaw smirked at his attempt to slide under her, and felt her paws flex with ease. She'd let him, for the sake of her plan. She wasn't sure that the apprentice would see this move coming. Flexing her tabby paws a couple times more for good luck, she tended her muscles to jump. Pushing up to attempt and land all fours on Eaglepaw's back, she hoped to get a firm grip on his pelt so that she would pummel him from above. It may not have been the best idea, as she was bigger- but she was very light due to her scrawny structure.

[Moon Lily]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

Eaglepaw nodded, annoyed that he had made his mentor happy when he had interrupted him. His tail twitched, impatient to start.

Littlewish could see the impatience on Eaglepaw's features continue to grow freely, and felt yet another tug on his heartstrings. Another sign of defiance. He could not express his happiness for the now more developed apprentice. Pride shining in his heart, and muscles warm enough from flexing, walking, and overexcitement, he took to the stage. Approaching he center of the hollow, he took a deep bow. Challenge shining in his eyes, he nodded to the newly evolved tom.
"Run at me. Attack as hard as you can- no claws!"

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Spiderfrost

Lilypaw let him lead the way, with his back turned, the calico's smile wavered. A part of her was thankful she had a friend in Breezefeather to help during this time of adjustment for her. And yet, Lilypaw wasn't sure how much help when, while she carried out apprentice duties again, he was an established warrior here in his home.

Perhaps she will be introduced to another warrior as her 'mentor'. she would agree to that. As much as Breezefeather seemed to be surprised at her appearance, she would be naive to miss the confusion as well. They've know of each other for moons yes, but neither she nor he really knew each other. They were connected by similar problems and understood each other on a certain level. But now they would be seeing more of each other regularly. She dearly hoped their friendship only grew stronger rather than drift apart.

The molly's face twitched, the skin around her facial scar pulled a little. Looking up as Breezefeather pointed out where the apprentices den was, she chuckled.

"I'm sure they'll enjoy seeing a grown cat joining them. Perhaps their own curiosity will keep them in control. They certainly can't be any worse than any other apprentice."

"You camp looks in much better condition than when i was first here...Windclan, you're amazing. Able to get back up and improve life after such a tragedy." Lilypaw recalled the injured, but stubbornly standing form of Twilightstar that night in the waterbarn. She had been so, so afraid and confused. But looking at Twilightstar...of all the cats still standing and the majority united.

There had never been that sort of feeling of togetherness in Shadowclan. Icestar favored strength in her cats. and it showed she wanted to weed out the gentler ones starting young. There was no unification, no united front. Shadowclan, for all the love she had for her home, was cold.

Breezefeather nodded in agreement to her comment. Windclan was looking much better, still not fully recovered but it took time for the nature and scars to heal itself. Time... What a fickle concept it was in truth as he looked at Lilypaw and then looked back at the camp. It seemed to go so slowly... but his time along with Irisflame at the border, working on his issues... They'd passed like the thrill of a hunt passes when the rabbit dies. It was a concept he preferred not to think about. He wasn't even that old! But somehow, being one of the oldest, if not the oldest, in duty active Windclan warriors was... disconcerting. It wasn't like him. But then again he wasn't anywhere close to old. He was just.... old in regards to his look on everything. His depression had taken so much out of him... that now he was left sadly, with a more pessimistic and cynical view on the world that he did not wish he'd gained. But taking in a deep breath, he sighed and then shook his head, resting against Lilypaw but for a moment. He needed to regain his composure. Her showing up, and now this... It all caused a turmoil of things in him that he wasn't particularly a fan of. Deciding to move on he focused on her words, instead of the mess that was his thoughts. "Yes.. Camp is slowly getting there. Time is all it needs now, no helping paw can aid it more than the aid of time." Moving along, he pointed to the entrance that had finally been restored, "That's the camp entrance as you probably know," and then pointing with his tail towards the nursery he nodded, "That's the nursery. There is a whole bunch of kits in there... And one has a tendency to trip you up, so watch out." The last part was laced with mild amusement. He sincerely hoped that Cornkit would not run into him this time around. That would provide... an extremely awkward situation for him to say the least.

[Moon Lily]

[ @Mayflower -Clearly! I am so sorry Cedar!]

Runningpaw could feel her feet suddenly rooted to the ground in fear, masses of amounts of adrenaline pounding through her veins. Perhaps she should have felt energized or ready to fight, but she'd been so caught up in the moment. And this fox...this fox wasn't playing games. It was coming for them. Not the quail, it seemed. Her recently described 'pea-brain' yelled at her to run, but she couldn't move. She was frozen to the ground like stone, pupils smaller than a fly. Breathing shaky and shallow, her pelt spiked with horror as the scarlet-furred beast came closer, closer. And closer still. If they left now, they could outrun it. If they left now, they could survive. If they left now...the quail would be lost. A fat bird that would feed their clan enough to make their skinny bones bodies plump. Snapping out of her trance, she nabbed the bird, feathers tasting horrid in her mouth. Tugging at it feebly, it dragged along slower than the fox. There was no way they could keep it and live. Azure eyes sparkling with terror, she ditched the bird and high-tailed on after Cedarfoot.
The fox was so close. It was a few rabbit lengths away from her thin tail, topping at them angrily. But their stamina was better than its own, surely? Foxes didn't spend days running out on the moors. Managing to keep its pace with the cats, it began to fall behind. But one wrong step and you were prey. It was almost like a game to the dog-like animal.
"What do we do?!" She yelled up at her mentor.

[lucidense]

"After he's done.. but in the meantime, could you get me something for my stiff limbs?" He mewed, and it was clear to see why he needed those herbs. He winced as Brindlejaw tugged at the tick. @Shimm @elysian

[jackal blackout]

foxkit thought "oh no I am going to miss the clan meeting."