WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Quasar]

Cedarpaw quietly padded into the clearing, making sure she didn't disturb anyone while she was on her way to the fresh kill pile. She gingerly picked up a vole and carried it over to the outer rim of the camp so that she could eat in peace.

(Open to anyone)

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Spiderfrost

[ lilytraining ]


Lilypaw listen attentively as Weaselskip sang her own praise and the calico couldn't help the smile that stayed plastered on her face throughout their trip to their sprawling territory.

This was...this was nice. Lilypaw couldn't remember the last time she had taken part in a conversation with a clan mate beyond patrolling or some other job. She liked Weaselskip, even when she didn't have much to say, the younger warrior had enough to say to fill any silence for the both of them.

She still thought it hard to believe rabbits were easier to catch. but maybe thats just the forest cat in her. She had to be a moorland cat now. Bringing her nose into the air to do as Weaselskip said, the calico concentrated.

"Birds. There are some probably picking at the ground." she twitched her tail in the direction of the scent before the wind shifted. Again, she took a moment to pick out what was in the air and the vaguely familiar scent of rabbit farther down caught her attention.

"And there are rabbits down the slope there." she pointed her tail again.

Weaselskip nodded. "Correct. And we're going after the rabbits." She was excited, catching rabbits was always more of a pleasure for her, than it was an obligation. And so swooshing her tail the grey warrior began to heading down the slope, moving smoothly across the ground. "I'll just want you to watch... and learn." This would be the best idea.. And she did also want to experience the thrill without having to demonstrate every move she made to the molly. This was an adult cat, a former warrior. She could surely learn from using her eyes. She wasn't some dumb apprentice who needed things spelled out to them every single time. So sliding into the classic loose hunting crouch Weaselskip let out a small breath of air. The loose hunting crouch was something she really did appreciate. It didn't tense up the muscles, it allowed them to be flexible and movable, and thereby didn't restrict movement. Sliding out from the grass the molly easily picked up speed as she rushed towards the rabbits, remaining in the tall grass, the belly fur brushing along it. And then she pounced, the rabbit fleeing her claws but here was the fun part. The chase. The flush had been the easy part... now it was all skill, and all flair. Rounding around the rabbit on the inside, it changed direction but Weasel was too fast and she grabbed it with her claws, easily killing it. "That's how you do it!"

[BEAR.]

Okay, fine.

FINE.

Oaksting was sick of sitting on his rump. He wanted to be useful..

And he kinda wanted to rub it in Aspenbreeze's face, too.

So he dragged himself to his paws, glancing around quickly before he hobbled out of camp. He'd prove his worth. He'd catch the biggest rabbit in the forest! .. And that wasn't some kit-esque fantasy, either. Oaksting would do it.

He had to.

[BEAR.]

This was a great idea.

Yeah, absolutely brilliant-- why hadn't he done this sooner? Sure, the pain in his legs were kicking his ass and he already felt out of breath from moons of a stagnant lifestyle but otherwise he was doing fantastic. One awkward hobble at a time.

He almost felt fat with how strange moving his backlegs was. Each step was like it'd been hit with a falling boulder but he was too determined to back down now. And be a loser like Aspenbreeze expected? Hell no, he was going to do this.

Oaksting's senses were dulled through his time out of action but he still caught wind of a rabbit and followed it through the moor, every movement becoming more and more sloppy in his eagerness to get going.

The rabbit was within his sights, and he lunged for it only to feel it slip between his paws, darting into a nearby burrow for shelter. Hissing, he rebounded to chase it down, thundering into the burrow to pursue his prey. He couldn't let it escape!

With his carelessness in entering the burrow, his back had brushed roughly against the loose soil of the tunnel's roof and he could hear something shifting above him. Wait--

No---

He knew that noise, and his heart jumped to his throat as he tried to make a last ditch effort attempt to dash out of the hole before it was too late.

The sharp pain of his legs impeded him; he was slowed from his pain and he could feel the earth swallow him, consuming him from the legs up. It was a second round of burning pain, a burst of agony from the crushing soil, and then..

Oaksting's world went dark.

[ @Wings, @Zesty Mango, @wren -- find him whenever you're ready ]

[Arie]

Originally Posted by wnder

Yewpaw
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Yewpaw followed along quietly, only half paying attention to the warrior's words of advice. Birds, tall grass, slow and steady. Most of it went completely over her head and she found herself startled when he dropped into a hunting crouch but she did her best to mimic his stance and keep going.

"Alright." she replied, knowing he would probably be looking for some sort of acknowledgment. Her gaze remained on a swivel as they walked, mostly keeping an eye out for the mentor instead of prey but it helped her act all the same.

Breezefeather sighed and shook his head. The apprentice was listening but not focusing... If she wasn't going to listen to his advice he couldn't do much other than give her an ultimatum, or letting her experience the consequences of not paying attention. He so very much disliked letting anyone hunt without being aware of what the hell they were actually doing... but they were hunting birds. They would not be as dangerous as hares or rabbits. "Focus," he snapped, growing slightly irritated. Pointing with his tail and then directing his gaze on the birds he rolled his eyes. "Go along. Show me. Try to hunt." He didn't wait for her though, he was done waiting, for now. He walked further through the grass until he himself was capable of spotting the lapwings. They were completely unaware that they were soon to become hunt practice. Because with the unfocused apprentice, they were just as likely to escape as they were to be caught and returned to the clan as food.

[Madelaine]

Originally Posted by kieryn

"we could play mossball!"

Seedkit liked that idea a bit, so she looked around the nursery to find some moss. She walked over to her bedding and grabbed a chunk out. The kitten ran back to Cherrykit.

[Madelaine]

[ @Rainquail; ]

Thornleaf knew something was up by the way she spoke. "Are you sure that's what it is?", he asked. The tom kept a close eye on the kit for anything out of the ordinary.

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

(Uh-oh, Rosepaw is a flirter. Just asking, was Creek a rogue cat once, or at least an Outsider? Rosepaw wouldn't know because so many have been joining, but if she finds out, oh boy.)

Rosepaw nodded and bit into the rabbit. "It's perfect," she purred. "It looks like something I might've caught, you know? If Crescentmoon wouldn't take so long training me - but she's expecting." She paused, shifting a little closer, then took another bite. After swallowing, she continued in her honeyed voice, "How about your mentor, huh?"

@Wings

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Cedarpaw quietly padded into the clearing, making sure she didn't disturb anyone while she was on her way to the fresh kill pile. She gingerly picked up a vole and carried it over to the outer rim of the camp so that she could eat in peace.

(Open to anyone)

Twistedpaw glanced at the apprentice. She really should try and make more friends, especially if Rosepaw was going around the Clan and spreading rumors. Blinking, she wondered if the cat would like to be left alone; however, she was hungry, and a bit bored as well.
Nervously, she padded over to the apprentice. "Uh... h-hello there," she mewed quietly, forcing herself from hiding her deformed face. Even so, she had a crazy tail that wouldn't escape her notice. Tensing her jaw, she forced her voice to sound a bit less distorted.

[Pancake]

Silentmew padded out of the warriors' den, sitting in the sunshine by a clump of heather. It sure is nice out today. I hope I get to go out on patrol. She flicked her tail as a fly landed on it, then rolled over, showing her belly as she gazed up at the sky.