WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[-Ash-]

"I, uh..."Echowind looked around nervously. With a sigh the small molly sat down. "You're... You're Whispertail's sister, right?" Oh StarClan this probably wouldn't end well. @RainbowQuail

[That Key in the Tree]

Whispertail?... the dark gray she-cat perked her ears. Her eyes widened for a moment. She remained silent for many seconds, comprehending what she had said. Her front paw slowly moved against the earth as if she was.... petting it. Why was she asking? What did it matter? To say that she had completely moved on would be a lie. Ever since her brother was banished, Windclan had sort of... didn’t felt like her home. It wasn’t that she disliked being here, it was just that, whenever she thought of home, she couldn’t come up with anything.

“Y.. yes.” It took a lot to make Wolfwhisper hesitate and she counted this as a lot.

@Trouble

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

(All three of these roleplays are open to anybody.)

Ashfeather stared down at the rabbit that rested at her paws. Its heavenly smell drifted toward her, causing her shrunken belly to emit a growl. Sticking her poky tongue into her mouth to prevent herself from disgustingly drooling, the she-cat eyed it, wanting to eat. Her jaw was acting up today, unfortunately, and the rabbit's meat looked tough. It wasn't young. She was lucky that the weather was warm; it was greenleaf, after all, even though it was later in the season. The sun was hiding behind clouds, the golden rays that weren't affected basking her pelt. Poking it with a toe, she bent down, shifting so that she rested more comfortably on her stomach. Then she leaned down, a small bit of drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, and she bit down. The short yet thick fur of the rabbit didn't faze her; she could taste the flesh beneath. Biting down harder, a pang of pain ran through her jaw, causing the she-cat to flinch. Ow. She bit down harder and it hurt more, her big tooth digging deep into the flesh. Struggling now, Ashfeather tried biting down even harder. It was so tempting, especially with the prey-blood getting into her mouth, but her jaw felt stuck in the flesh. A small, strangled grunt emitted from her throat when she attempted to tear it out, but it was stuck. More salivia rushed to her mouth and she bit down harder until most of the bite was out. However, now she was wrestling with the rabbit, drooling like a dog and utterly stuck. Oh, StarClan, I hope that none of my Clanmates are watching me... Ashfeather thought, a small wave of embarrassment running through her as she desperately tried to get her jaw out of the tough rabbit.

Rosebriar was sprawled out in the clearing, her lithe body displayed as her dark fur soaked up the sun. Her head was rested on her broader front paws as she stared ahead, her body relaxed and calm. Her eyes were half-closed as she rested in the sun's rays. Oh, she loved the season of greenleaf! It was so relaxing. Suddenly, she got covered in a blanket of shadow. The change felt rather drastic despite her thick pelt from comforting warm to annoying cold. Looking up, the she-cat noticed that a cloud had drifted partly over the sun. Hissing angrily, she growled, "Really? Stupid cloud." Getting up, she shook out her pelt and glared at the sky, not seeming to notice how ruffled it was. Great StarClan, she thought, rolling her eyes.

Wolffang found the WindClan camp peaceful. It was a nice temperature, warm, and there were some clouds but not too many. He had just finished a mouse; licking off his bloodstained lips, he quickly disposed of the carcass by scraping some dirt over it and making sure that it wouldn't be found again. I probably should've put that in the dirtplace or outside, he thought, then gave a shrug. Did that really matter? Maybe he could practice some fighting moves on his own. Glancing around to make sure that he wasn't in range of anybody, the tom reared up on his hind legs, batting at the air with his strong front paws. He found balancing on two legs difficult and nearly fell over, catching himself just in time with a stylish twist. Grinning to himself, the tom sat down to quickly lick a patch of a dirt smudge off of his gray tail. He couldn't wait to test out his fighting moves in a battle. There had been the fight with ShadowClan, sure, but he hadn't participated in that much. He had been stuck on the sidelines, much to his dismay. Now in a worse mood, he pulled his tail away and growled under his breath, "Ugh. I could've been a part of the greatest battle of all time! Sighing, Wolffang rose to his paws and stretched, feeling shafts of sunlight fall onto his large yet lithe body. Maybe he could practice a bit more.

[-Ash-]

Echowind looked down. She dug her now unsheathed claws into the ground. "Well, you see..." She hesitated. "I... I might have seen him and he might of asked me hunting. And I said yes. And..." She sighed. "He told me to ask you about him." @RainbowQuail

[gs29513]

Deadkit sprinted through the clearing, in pursuit of a butterfly. It would make her pretty! A warrior had said so! As she did, she smashed into....something. Looking up, she realized it was her older sister. Oops. But at least not someone random. Hi RoseSister! she squealed happily. I'm getting a butterfly and it will make me pretty! Her sister would like that. RoseSister liked to be pretty. I'll get one for you too! she promised. That way I can be pretty, and you can be the prettiest! @TheNyanCatMinecart

[dionysus]

[ @Starfall @Wings ]
(Sorry for the delay!)

A trip to Shadowclan territory sounded interesting to Heathernose. The shifting of those borders and removal of Shadowclan scent markers definitely was important and, recognizing the necessity of the task, the tortoiseshell made her way quickly to the entrance to wait for Creekdash and Honeysage. The latter she saw speaking to Coyotesnarl and the molly nodded to him to let him know she was ready to go and knew he was too.

[Ikoria the Wolf Pup]

Faze-eye was napping in his nest. As usual. The elder’s life can get pretty boring, so dreaming was the best thing he could do when no one was around. (Open)

[Wings]

[ @Beau @Starfall ]
-Creekdash-

Creekdash was strangely tired that day, ears felt a bit clogged for some reason too. He nearly missed what Coyotesnarl was saying! Mostly because his ear was hurting a bunch. Drawing his paw over his ear, he winced and let out a 'gah' sound. Seeing Heathernose at the camp exit, he put his pain in a pin and padded over. Hopefully his pain wasn't too noticeable. Nothing noticeable hadn't happened yet except for his hearing loss in that ear.

[Wings]

Originally Posted by Rainquail

Shockholly padded to a suitable place and looked back briefly, smiling at the two apprentices.
"We'll practice here, if that's alright with you."

@Wings @Zesty Mango

[ @Zesty Mango ]
-Windpaw-

"It's fine.." Two words, simple like always. She just hoped she wouldn't be humilated or called 'Scrappaw' like Nightshade always did. Thank StarClan he went missing.

[Aroogi]

Originally Posted by Arie

-- @Skye @Sakura --

Breezefeather frowned slightly. Another patrol? The silver tom was happy to get Rabbitpaw out again but this would be a patrol on something that he didn't morally agree with. The raid itself had been fine but driving out another clan? Didn't sit well with him and now he was supposed to patrol in this new territory they'd won for themselves. Not even hunt and use it for something other than a landgrab. He flickered his ears unable to suppress his frustration with the entire concept. But he couldn't do anything but listen to orders. It was as it was. "Rabbitpaw, come on over," he called out, tail swooshing against the ground as they waited for Darkfire to show up. If they didn't he would try his best to finish up the patrol as quickly so he could teach Rabbitpaw more hunting techniques.

Rabbitpaw quickly flicked his ears and trotted over to his mentor, noticing that Breezefeather looked slightly annoyed. He wondered why. He didn't know too much about what happened with ShadowClan and why they fought them, but he did it for his clan and Breezefeather nonetheless.