WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Sorrow]

--Omenmist--

Omenmist clumsily put one paw in front of the other as she tried to make it to the front of the gathering crowd. When she got there, Omenmist lifted a paw, giving it a lick and brushing it over her forehead like nothing had ever happened. She had always struggled to put her paws in front of each other. The warrior was clumsy, clearly. But this didn't stop her from trying to make a great addition to the Clan.

[Rani]

Generally Crowpaw would approach the clan meetings with a sort of sleepy nonchalance confident there was no major important news, confident if there was he would've heard about it or felt it coming already (windclan was kinda gossipy in his mind like that). But this time? This time was different. He'd completed his warrior assessment not too long ago and it was easy to assume that in this meeting, he'd become a warrior. So with a speed rarely seen from his he near bolted out of the apprentice den and sat, hard with his haste, right next to Creekdash a near insane gleam to his eyes and fur even more ruffled than normal. Unlike not though he actually made an effort to straighten up his fur an offhanded "Is it strange that Im almost nervous about this? Like I rationally know it's occurring but Im still in disbelief." But despite his words the tom relaxed ever so slightly with the reassurance his brothers warmth (the smaller tom was venting heat like nothing, poor dude) beside him provided.

@Wings

[Jesse]

Originally Posted by vermin

"H-hey...!!" sucking in his breath to suppress the soaring pain. Is this how 'play fighting' should be like? A sharp jab to the ribs sent him stumbling back, tripping over on his big doofy paws the tom groaned. Powderpaw laid low, ears pinned back giving him the hint of surrender but of course, his brother didn't care about that. Once again, the weight fell upon him as Burningpaw leapt on top, roughly tugging on his large ears. The orange tabby gritted his teeth, standing on all fours trying to shake him off with unease glazed across his gaze. "Hah, okay Burningpaw. It..it really hurts now," he stuttered. "I give up-," the words got stuck in his throat once feeling a warmth trickled down his fur. Hesitatingly, he stared down witnessing a thick flow of scarlet seeping between his paws triggering a panic. "I'm bleeding!" he screeched trying to loosen his brother's grip.

The feather of blue in Burningpaw's eyes flickered like a brand of blue flame against a bed of embers. There was no softness or brotherly love to be discerned in his expression as he pulled away to look down at. The way he grimaced at Powderpaw's submissive groveling made it seem like he'd truly deluded himself into believing his own brother was an enemy spy, if such a thing was possible.

"Give up? Give up?!" Powderpaw's lack of effort disturbed him. He slammed a paw down his brother's head, forcing his muzzle down into the dirt and hooking his claws under his scalp. If he had breaking point, Burningpaw intended to find it. His lips peeled back into his gums.

"Don't tell me you're scared of losing a little blood? You disgust me." Burningpaw snickered and clicked his teeth, imitating biting back down into his flesh. "Aren't you feeling it? This is what it means to be alive- this is what it means to be prey!"

"Fight me! Fight me! Go for the throat! Go for the kill! Fight me for your right to live-!"

"Burningpaw!"

Burningpaw's grip loosened. A silver flash darted toward him with a terrifying speed, knocking him off of Powderpaw and sprawling onto his side into a cloud of dirt before he even had time to react. "Get off of him, you animal!" A silver she-cat stood over Powderpaw, a look of horror plastered to her face. "For Starclan's sake, why can't you just act normal!"

"And you-" Her head snapped down to Powderpaw, her eyes glistening with tears. "Pull yourself together. You're an embarrassment. Don't you have any pride?" Burningpaw stumbled to his paws, wiping away his bloodied lip.

"Both of you.. I can't even look at you.. Are you determined to humiliate me in front of the entire clan?! I'll never be able to live this down. I'm a joke, thanks to you. I'm the she-cat with not only one, but two dysfunctional children. And forget about ever hoping to have a normal life someday. No one will have me. I can't say I blame them.. My life was over as soon as I had kits.."

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Beau

[ @Arie ]

Breezy had some points. Perhaps a fire would be better. Rushingmoor couldn't help thinking he would prefer cannibals. He could fight a cannibal off before they got a taste of him and even live without a tail tip or a paw if it came to that, but there was no punching a fire in the face. He'd die an idiot trying to fight off fire.

The morbidity of the discussion was somehow rising and Rushingmoor thought they should probably start discussing something a bit more... light hearted. Anything other than the numerous ways they could all die horribly this season. Then again, if their other topic turned to his relationship with Twi, perhaps planning out a natural disaster was the way to go.

"Hmm, never thought I'd root for fire. Well, anyway, we have to be positive, Breezy! Next patrol to walk through that entrance will be carrying along a sheep the size of the Breeze rock. Food for days!"

Say... bringing a sheep home didn't sound like a bad idea- dead, of course. As far as Rushingmoor knew, sheep hunting wasn't encouraged. Those things could stomp a cat dead pretty easily and he only knew of one attempt to kill one which had involved multiple patrols of cats. Maybe if he tried to get one at night, though...

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, nothing much going on in my life at the moment. We are taking a break on Stag adventures since the last mishap and the kid is becoming a warrior soon anyway- won't have time for an old chaperone like me anymore."

Was that insecurity? Mushy would have to unpack that later.

"Yeah, I can help out. The prey holes have saved our tails in the past. Where do you want my paws, Breezy?"

"Food for days? The clan could surely do with that, although I do doubt the ability to find such plentiful stocks in this weather. It does not seem particularly good and therefore I am not too optimistic about it." Be it, he was rather pessimistic when it came to Windclan's chances to get through this leafbare with few scrapes. Something was going to happen they just didn't know what yet and that was what unnerved him. He wanted to know what would happen, when it would happen and this not knowing was slightly stressing him and turning his silver fur white slowly... not really.

Sheeps were dangerous though and they probably shouldn't even discuss the bare thought of hunting one as Breezefeather knew there were a tad too many apprentices in the clan that might want to prove themselves by hunting sheep and he knew that Rushingmoor likely wouldn't want to explain why a dozen of apprentices all of a sudden came back with broken legs or potentially spines.

"Last mishap as in that cliff adventure? I don't think cliff adventures are any good so I think that is most certainly a good idea. But... I'll admit, I cannot imagine that disaster of a cat becoming a warrior... does this mean I'm meant to assign him patrols for himself? I cannot help but fear what will become of the clan." It was all a joking matter when it came to that cat but he genuinely could not fear what would become of Windclan with that disaster of a cat. Was their clan destined to fall to the bugs?

"Don't worry. Kids always make sure they come over and pester you. They never really grow up so you shouldn't worry about that... children never leave you." No... they never did. Even when they left the warmth of the earth they never left you. Despite all of his usually stoic attitude he'd lost his own and he felt for the tom who despite the kid obviously not being his own, still feared being left alone. He had been left alone... but now he had the clan to take care of and he'd gotten better as time healed every wound.

"In regards to that, I want to see if you can gather some warriors who would be willing to dig some holes, I want the holes dug before we catch the prey so that we can keep the prey as fresh as possible when they are dug down."

[BEAR.]

Fernkit was old enough in spirit, and he wobbled out of the nursery on shaky paws to join the growing crowd. Maybe he'd see his sister!

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by feather lily

" its pretty neat how everything is set up, ill tell you about any thing you want the best i can." leafpaw said " and theres nothing to be scared of," he said as they walked out of the nursery. ( lets keep going in the clearing)

(ok)

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

Ashfeather padded to the Breezerock, tilting her head upward to look at the lilac-colored she-cat. Hopefully, Whitekit and Ravenkit could wait a bit.

[-Ash-]

Echowind dragged herself out of the nursery. The tiny molly had been miserable for a few moons, and being cooped up with all the kits didn't help.

[Willowfern]

Swiftstorm padded to the breezerock with her head held high, she sat near the front and fixed her amber gaze on her leader, wondering what this meeting would be about.

[Cloudkit14]

Originally Posted by Phoenix Fire

Ashkit squealed. "Dome hut! Dome hut!" She giggled while nearly being smooshed by her bigger brother.

(Btw she was saying "Don't hurt" lol) @Gizmo

"I wunt!" Promised Sleet, and he lifted his weight a bit. (I wont)