WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Fade]

... @TheNyanCatMinecart

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

@Cougar

Rosepaw shifted, muttering under her breath. Her Clanmates were helping her, but where was that stupid medicine cat? @wren

[Fade]

Are you cold ? *Barley-kit looked at the app*

[~Berry~]

Squirreltail flicked her bushy dark orange tail,walking into the clearing.

[Moonraven]

Deadpool eyes were on the kit, who seemed to have calmed down thankfully, from her little fright. She had no clue what had freaked the kit out at first but was glad that she was alright now. The chimera held still as she felt the cold wet touch of the moss on her foreleg, she did her best to keep her leg raised herself so it was less of a chore for the tom. It took her a second to hear the medicine cat's question about Hivekit.
"No thing! Hivekit kit." She snapped firmly to the tom. He must not like kits, which was alright. He could not like them if he wanted, but calling them things just because you don't like them was not something she wanted him to do.
"Yote meanie, that okay, nicer be try please." It was a request he could ignore, but it would mean the world if he tried to be a little nicer to at least Hivekit.
"No hurts her have, no ones herbs fix." Hivekit's pain was more emotional, Deadpool didn't think there was an herb to fix grief.
She looked down at the kit, who had fallen into a brief bout of silence. Hivekit was thinking about something, but it didn't seem to be anything good. Her question about the thing made her scowl, she should have guessed something like this would happen as soon as the word left Yote's maw. Deadpool probably could have answered them herself, but seeing as the question was directed at the medicine cat, she felt maybe he should answer it. It didn't mean as much if the one you asked didn't answer it.
"Mama no coming back here. In StarClan is she now." Deadpool knew Hivekit wasn't doing it on purpose, but the guilt that Deadpool had been doing a very good job of locking away, came seeping out the creaks of the door she had shut and locked. Not wanting to make his job any harder then it needed to be, Deadpool sighed lightly and waited to hear if he had anything for bites or not. She really didn't want to stay in here and bothering the high rank when he had other things to do. Deadpool probably needed to explain things better to Hivekit as well, she had thought the kit understood death seeing how she reacted in the nursery to the news, but perhaps not? Did she not know what StarClan was as well? She guessed if not educated Brightflame on StarClan then her kits would be just as clueless.
@Fallen One (and wren)
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Twilightstar padded straight into the den and right over to the water. The bland, tasteless liquid had never been so refreshing before. Her tongue no longer felt like she had eaten a bunch of sand and though the metallic taste lingered, it wasn't nearly as bad as earlier. She drank her fill to the point where her stomach was starting to protest and then stopped.
Free to observe a bit more, she took notice that the pungent fragrance that often made her want to sneeze wasn't as strong. Twilightstar didn't move further in the back of the den to look at his herb storage out of respect. There was still this lingering sense of something off since their last chat, but she was a big girl and so stifled some of her more negative thoughts and feelings.
"Do you have any herbs? It doesn't smell as strongly in here." The leader asked, even though she wanted to slip away now that her mouth was clean she recalled Coyotesnarl wanting to check her over for wounds. She didn't think she had any, Braveheart had not bothered fighting back and Lobster...well yeah. Perhaps he had some thoughts on how that went, granted she already had no plans to do such a thing in the future.
@wren

[lucidense]

She let out a huff, but nodded. She would kick her way out of her mentors grip, quickly righting herself. @RainbowQuail

[gs29513]

Skunkblaze was going to tire out Rosepaw today! A whole day of chasing rabbits! Rosepaw! the molly called, prodding her apprentice. Wakey Wakey! @TheNyanCatMinecart

[Nightbound]

"Besides that I was a idiot to leave? A old friends still alive." Leappaw said shrugging. She looked at the ground. "Thank you. For putting up with me and letting me back. And on other thing. Can I change my name?" Leappaw asked. @Moonraven

[wren]

Coyotesnarl wanted to apologize for having to rush her off so soon. Though he couldn’t help it, he was busy and staying around for simple scrapes wasn’t all that important. He watched the she cat make her way out of his den.

[B]”if the cuts start changing colours or feel warm to the touch or... just start itching you should come back. I’m hoping they won’t get infected but I don’t have much to prevent it”[B/] he called after the she cat before nodding to himself as she disappeared

@Elementals


Coyotesnarl finished up taming a certain patch of unruly fur on his chest. He could admit Snailswirl had helped him more than he’d expected any cat to be committed too. The tabby tom finally sat himself up tail thumping against the ground of the den

”I dont actually have enough herbs to actually really organize” the tom said under his breath ”if that’s what you mean by help than i can’t offer you much. Unless you want to run out and grab the fattest rabbit possible and share dinner with me” the warrior deserved at least a sit down. He could figure out a way to thank them for the work they’d been doing to keep him from getting in the hole.

”seems like it’ll rain this afternoon. Collecting plants in the rain is the least enjoyable experience”

@space ace.

The tabby medicine cat was just drifting off into a decent sleep until a voice broke into his ears. An unwanted visitor. Chatter. Stupid back and fourth talk. Great.

The tom rose from his half sleep and emerged from his private nest looking dreary. Blood. How many times was twistedpaw going to end up in his den this week? First the thorns, next her mentor, now this? A fox attack. Seemed unlikely. The tabby pushed his way past barelykit who was stumbling around like a little baby. He’d ignore them for now... he didn’t have that kind of energy yet. ”doesn’t smell like fox to me.” he interjected quietly his eyes glinting

If this wasn’t some stupid cover up he wasn’t sure what was. Either cat seemed to be tip toeing around something- not that he cared to press. He crossed the den grabbing up cobwebs from his stash and marigold. She looked pretty bad, not bad enough for a fox to have got to her. ”you are aware lying to me could result in.. well... denying treatment. But if you are so convinced this was a.. what did you say again?” he mocked his eyes tracing the queens ”a fox... I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me reporting this to Twilightstar to send patrols for it hm?”

with an irritated flick of his tail the toms attention turned to the little baby thing ”what are you doing in here?” he addressed Barelykit, snorting eyes glinting ”get out before I end up tripping over you!”

@Mumble @TheNyanCatMinecart @Cougar

What was that god awful stench? Coyotesnarl was busy grooming himself enjoying the silence when he heard three voices, all intrusive of his good mood. When could he ever catch a wink of peace? When. The tabby medicine cat emerged from behind hanging vines that sectioned off his den from the main den.

First thing he noted was obviously the vomit sitting on the floor and secondly the three kittens scrambling back and fourth. His ears flattened.

If he had known dealing with babies was going to have to happen for the rest of medicine cat days he wouldn’t have offered. As long as they stayed in the nursery and listened to their mothers what could go wrong? Stinkin queens and their negligence. ”good lord you couldn’t have aimed huh? If you are going to puke don’t do it in the middle of the bloody floor!” he was going to have to clean that up... how do you even? Gosh. He’d have to grab moss and scoop it up. He wasn’t excited for that.

He crossed the den with his tail twitching angrily behind him. Pulling out a nest and pushing it towards the kittens with a disinterested snort. ”lay him down there. Don’t touch him- you want to puke too?” hopefully that would steer them fearfully into obedience. ”good lord what happened to your ear?” he felt like kicking all three little babies out of his den. He didn’t need a headache

@Cougar @Finpaw @Fawnhearted

Once he’d brushed the wounds off to his satisfaction he crossed the den once more. He didn’t feel entirely in the conversation, Deadpool talked in a way that made him feel like he had to to focus real hard to get it. Maybe he was just tired or maybe he really just had to try that hard to be on the same page. That patience wouldn’t last long on the tom. He was prone to.. not having enough to last him an entire day. Scooping out a marigold flower between his paws and tossing it over his shoulder before shuffling through the herb store. Again the fact he didn’t have a lot was a daunting matter.

Once he was asked to not be an asshole he twitched. It was a kit. He didn’t need to go by name basis unless needed. Good lord what else could people ask of him today?

”yeah yeah whatever. he crossed the den grabbing up the marigold he’d left on the floor and crouching before her once again. Chewing the plant into a poultice and gently applying it onto the she cats bite wounds- hopefully it wouldn’t get infected. He’d have to lose more marigold to that. He was careful to apply it in extra layers. Waiting until it settled for a few seconds and seeped into the fur surrounding the wound before slapping more on top of that. Though as he was focused in on the situation Deadpools next comment flew right over his head. Hivekits mother was dead? He didn’t recall any death of a Queen recently... that was... disappointing. He raised his head from his work to glance at the warrior briefly before flicking his gaze between her and the kitten.

He sat up gently smoothing the rest of the marigold before letting out a cough. He was curious now... who was hivekits mother? ”what’s her name” he pressed casually his tail curling around his paws.

@Fallen One (Moonraven)

Coyotesnarl was busy picking through his nest, the execution hadn’t bothered him. Being around death and being the cause of a death had become such a numbing experience. Simply because it happened so much, sure he could feel that guilt and empathy for those he would see to starclan but for the most part? Was a part of life. Something he actually just had to get over. An everyday kind of thing. Yeah. That’s it. He heard someone enter his den, not hearing a greeting or someone asking for his name he assumed the lilac leader had finally made her way into his den. Plucking the last few tufts of his own fur from the moss and shuffling it into a small pile he emerged from his private quarters.

At the question he felt himself grow slightly unsettled. Was it that easy to recognize? Perhaps others noticed he was slipping off the edge in his gathering responsibilities- again it wasn’t his fault.

”can’t gather something that isn’t here” the tom said quietly slumping against the stone wall with a rather unamused sigh. ”had a white cough scare the other day, there’s no catmint to speak of in the moors. Had to borrow some from Irisflame. Even then.. I don’t think it was White cough” the tom reminisced on his brief visit to shadowclan with a flick of his tail. He was glad little firecracker had catmint for him, he wouldn’t have wanted to visit Lionwhisker or Otterstone. He crossed the den circling her once to examine her pelt for any injuries which there didn’t seem to be any that required attention. ”nothing hurts hm?”

@Moonraven

Once Heathernose and Aspenbreeze had complied to his wishes and Oaksting had taken his fill of the poppy seeds, he prepared himself mentally for what he was about to do. He was going to touch broken legs, they didn’t have any kind of structure and he’d never dealt with broken bones before. Let alone those who were completely snapped in multiple places. The tom sat himself in front of the tom hesitating. The poppyseeds wouldn’t do that much, they’d dull some pain but not enough to make it painless. Oaksting would be in agony until he was done- he could just hear the screaming in the back of his mind already.

Swallowing awkwardly he nodded a thanks to Heathernose and Aspenbreeze. The legs looked like they were in the right position, bending at the joints they were supposed to bend at. For the most part he was confident. Scooting the sticks closer to himself he examined the lengths of each before gently placing them against the first leg. They weren’t exactly the right length bu they could work. Seeing as Aspenbreeze was in her own little grief stricken moment he turned to Heathernose ”grab me that wad of cobwebs. When I tell you to you are going to set them right where I show you alright? I need you to go quickly. Got it?” he nodded to the she cat before using both paws to adjust Oakstings limb

@BILL. @Dust @Beau

[Finpaw]

@Fawnhearted @Cougar @wren

Coyotesnarl was scary. With his gruff voice, angry mannerisms, that terrible snarling scar where half his face had been torn up- Sheepkit glanced back at Fawnkit.

His littermate was sick, badly so, and he probably felt a lot more frightened of the situation than Sheepkit himself did. He’d made a promise to always take care of his brother the way good families should, and now was one of those times when Fawnkit would need him to step up. Gulping audibly, he stood up on shaky-stubby legs and gave Fawnkit a brief, slight nudge on the shoulder with one paw.

“Do you think you can pull yourself up into that nest there, Fawny?” He requested gently, indicating the moss bed Coyotesnarl had brought over to them. “It’ll be much more comfortable there. You’ll be okay, don’t worry.” Now, the hard part…

Sheepkit faced the mean, crude, terrifying, StarClan’s most intimidating medicine cat towering over him, as resolutely as he could. His shaking intensified. “S-sorry again, sir. I’ll clean it up, so you d-don’t have to worry about the mess. Please, just..” He looked to Fawnkit again. All the tension in his body sagged. “Please help my brother. I don’t want him to hurt anymore.”

Tears welling up in his eyes, Sheepkit tossed his head and tail up in a display of confidence he didn’t quite feel, and peered about in search of some spare moss he could use to wipe the floor with; he didn’t exactly want to use bits of someone’s bed, especially not Fawnkit’s.