WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Potatocat59]

Sparrow'Feather padded slowly to the meeting, she had just woken up and was still pretty tired. The soft grass tickled her paws as she approached the meeting. She glanced around at her clanmates before looking down at her paws anxiously.

[ophelia]

Russetpaw walked through the clearing, speeding up as he approached the elder's den. He really didn't want to- Ugh. He bristled as an elder called out his name. Great. Now he had to do something for the old fleabag. "What?" he snapped testily and stalked over. Part of him wanted to ignore her but he knew he couldn't if he wanted to become a warrior.

Russet made his way moodily over to the pile and dragged over the closest rabbit to him. "Fwere," he said, mouth full of fur, and dropped it in front of her. "Can I go now?" Why would she think he wanted to prove anything to her?
@BreadTurtle

[ghostwriter]

Sparkfrost padded over to his clanmates, eyes bright with interest. The bobtailed tom sat beneath the Breezerock, intrigued.

[Arie]

-- @gs29513 --

He had wanted to take her out on a trip for a long time but the time had never seemed... right. He was caught up with duties and of course Deadpaw was with training but that was partly what this trip was going to entail. Hunting rabbits was the deputy's strongest suit and where he did the best and hence it was quite obvious he would take Deadpaw over to the area.

"Come on, get a move on, we're not wasting what little sun light we get on being lazy!" Breezefeather didn't want to rush her but neither did he want to spend forever on every single step. He might not be her mentor but the deputy held a soft spot for any young cats and particularly this one. She'd gone through so much misery that he couldn't help but feel the need to help her out with whatever issues it was that she was going through.

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Puddle~

Puddlesplash padded swiftly through the camp entrance, separating from Rosebriar and Quiverpaw to go report in to Breezefeather. “The ThunderClan border is fine.” He paused for a brief moment to catch his breath. Just as last time, he’d made a brisk return from Thunderglade to squeeze in the report before the deadline. ”A snake did fall out of a tree, but Rosebriar took care of it, and there didn’t seem to be any others around. Other than that, no issues with the actual border.”

That was the Thunderclan border. As the patrol came in Breezefeather nodded and rested his tail on the warrior's shoulder for a brief moment, "Good job Puddlesplash. You've done an excellent job with being on time and doing good for your clan and I genuinely appreciate your loyalty to Windclan. Thanks to your vigilance our borders remain safe." These young cats were proving themselves to him every single day and he couldn't help but be happy over it. They were doing so much good for the clan.

Originally Posted by Beau

"Breezy, my boy!"

Rushingmoor's voice was muffled by the three rabbits he carried, but the glee was unmistakeable. That patrol had been a huge success and he couldn't wait to see the look on the deputy's face when he saw the huge catch.

Was it strange to be called 'boy' when you were older than the cat calling you that? Yes. Although in this circumstance it was more odd for Rushingmoor... considering he was thereby classifying himself as an elder. Quirking a non-existent brow he went to greet the other cat. They might be somewhat late but that didn't really matter, what did was that they'd come and it seemed had managed to catch some prey. "When did you suddenly shoot up 40 moons to become my dad? I don't remember you being an elder and stuck on your sickbed? Now... what happened on the hunting patrol?" For however much he wanted to keep joking, he had a job to do and this was it. Patrol reports... over and over and over again.

Originally Posted by Moonraven

Deadpool padded into the clearing, bright eyes glancing around until she spotted the WindClan Deputy. She padded over to Breezefeather, fighting off the urge to pin her ears back and growl at him for putting her with Pestpaw. But that would be disrespectful, and she didn't want to get yowled at.
"Patrol did, no mess no troubling sides Pestpaw. Caught bit of prey, not much found." The she-cat reported, itching to go lay down.

Pestpaw? The name had Breezefeather confused for a brief moment before he remembered who he'd assigned to the patrol with the molly... But then again, based on his experience he was sure that Pestpaw or well Stagpaw could only do a certain amount of trouble. Not like he'd killed someone yet so he would take Deadpool's word for the fact had it had gone rather well outside of the clearly brain-cell lacking apprentice. "Thanks for the report in Deadpool, and I'll make note of the lack of prey that we might risk not running into."

There was one though, one patrol that had not reported in, because he was aware that the Shadowclan border would take a bit of time considering Snailspark had let him know. But the Riverclan border patrol was nowhere to be found. Neither had it been last time... which was another issue. But he would talk to the former patrol eventually, first right not it was Sagebrook who'd not reported in and so he called out for her.

"Sagebrook! [ @Snow Carrot ] is there a reason why you've not reported in the patrol sent to the Riverclan border?"

[.:Imnotok:.]

Blackears padded out of the warriors den, catching the cool breeze in her short tortoiseshell fur. She glanced at the small fresh kill pile, ``No, there are others who need to eat more than I do. I'm not even that hungry.`` She shook out her pelt and groomed herself by the comfort of a warm rock at the edge of camp.

[Open]

[DaniCalifornia]

Rowankit had fled the scene as soon as his siblings started fighting the arrogant clan-born kit and only watched as they clawed each other. He didn't want to admit it, but all the fighting frightened him. Were all clan kits like this? Were they all mean and aggressive? He didn't know, but he tried to stay away from them from then on.
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It had been a while after the Snakekit incident, and the ginger tomkit was still wary of the others. That certainly left a clear impression in his mind.
After playing a little with his siblings - except for Snowkit, who refused to play mossball because of Blossom's death - he laid down in a corner, bored. He watched the other kits talking and walking about from a distance, his green eyes scanning his surroundings.

((Open! Preferably with a clan-born kit, but anything goes :D))

[Pand1440]

@DaniCalifornia
Cloverkit had been examining her rock collection in the corner where she always sat. Seeing the other kit, she came over. "Do wou want to see my rwok cowection?"

(Do you want to see my rock collection?)

[ghostwriter]

Originally Posted by DaniCalifornia

Rowankit had fled the scene as soon as his siblings started fighting the arrogant clan-born kit and only watched as they clawed each other. He didn't want to admit it, but all the fighting frightened him. Were all clan kits like this? Were they all mean and aggressive? He didn't know, but he tried to stay away from them from then on.
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It had been a while after the Snakekit incident, and the ginger tomkit was still wary of the others. That certainly left a clear impression in his mind.
After playing a little with his siblings - except for Snowkit, who refused to play mossball because of Blossom's death - he laid down in a corner, bored. He watched the other kits talking and walking about from a distance, his green eyes scanning his surroundings.

((Open! Preferably with a clan-born kit, but anything goes ))

Tanglekit’s energy was insatiable. She had spent the morning attempting to best a fallen leaf in combat, and upon vanquishing her noble enemy, had searched the camp in hopes of finding an unoccupied warrior to harass. However, finding that most of them were out on patrol, she found herself uncomfortably alone. Alone was not an option for Tanglekit. She huffed softly to herself, bristly pelt ruffled by the brisk air. She bounded across the clearing, rather like a tufty feather picked up by the wind, her pale green eyes wild with unmanifested mischief. She paused, however, upon spotting a patch of fur secluded at the edge of the camp. She padded closer, wriggly tail raised, head tilted in curiosity. It was Rowankit—she didn’t know him exceptionally well, but she couldn’t help but wonder why the kit was by himself, and looking rather mournful. She bounded/tumbled over to the young cat, and rather dramatically flopped down in front of him, eyes clouded with worry.
“Why are you sad?” She inquired.

[Reptilian Cabinets]

Originally Posted by Paradise

Russetpaw walked through the clearing, speeding up as he approached the elder's den. He really didn't want to- Ugh. He bristled as an elder called out his name. Great. Now he had to do something for the old fleabag. "What?" he snapped testily and stalked over. Part of him wanted to ignore her but he knew he couldn't if he wanted to become a warrior.

Russet made his way moodily over to the pile and dragged over the closest rabbit to him. "Fwere," he said, mouth full of fur, and dropped it in front of her. "Can I go now?" Why would she think he wanted to prove anything to her?
@BreadTurtle

"Well excuse me! I'm not going to sit here and starve because a moody apprentice is mad!" She snapped, sitting up. "You will respect your warriors, Elders, and everyone. You better watch your mean little mouth!" TigerFang growled and glared at RussetPaw. She took a breath and calmed down, "You can go, but remember, when I'm gone and your an elder, you better realize how bratty you are." She mewed and pulled dragged the rabbit towards her and began eating it.