WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Arie]

Originally Posted by gs29513

She did want to try it on him, it would be incredibly satisfying to send him stumbling back and whack him, and Deadpaw couldn't hide the excitement in her voice as she mewed Yes PLEASE! a grin invading her face as she moved towards Stagleech. Pushing off with her hind legs, she slipped under his chin and threw up her head, following through with a small hop. She knew that wasn't part of the move, but it would be interesting to see how it would work before she tried it out in an actual battle. Not that she was incredibly excited for.......well, yes she did want to fight some cat from another clan, although preferably a wimpy one to start off with. @Arie

-- @gs29513 --

oH NO! Had he like, had he like, accidentally created a monster? He didn't intend that! Stagleech was aware that the deputy and Deadpaw had like a relationship that like looked in a way like Twiggy and his or was it closer to his and Mushy's... something in that direction anyway, and like he DID NOT WANT TO BE BEATEN UP! by the deputy because that did not seem like a fun thing. Nevertheless he felt his head got knocked back and then he got a tail in his face. Taking some time to like, rub his chin because it really hurt because Deadpaw was a strong apprentice, and then he was up and trying to clean off the snow off of his fur. He didn't reallly like the snow because it gave him the sniffles.. or was that the rain? Stagleech couldn't exactly remember but it was something like that or in that sorta direction right? Yeah. But he had to train like Deadpaw to an extent that she couldn't like, get killed. So. How did you train an apprentice? OH! the batter you away move that Twiggy used with him. "Come at me! I'll use another move!"

[Rani]

Ha! Seemed Thornpaw had some natural talent for this (Crowtooth would have to snap them up for the tunnellers once they hit warrior) as the molly quickly found some sleeping rabbits and killed once in silence. Well the warrior couldnt let himself be outpaced so quickly and darted through the tunnels away from the apprentices entrance (rabbits always slept in a room with two exits, weird creatures) and planted himself in the other exit, better to block off any fleeing food. One issue with his route was that he did encounter the guard rabbit, the one member of the warren awake and on watch for incoming predators, though the situation was quickly resolved when he literally flatted the fluffy thing so it couldnt squeal, snapping its spine with his weight. Problem resolved he sat back with his dead rabbit and waited to see what Thornpaw would do, finish her stealth kills in silence or inadvertently startle the warren into fleeing straight towards Crowtooth for him to brutalise, each action telling as to the apprentices charecter.
@gs29513 @implimm (bump impy?)

[Arie]

-- @Beau --

Ok. He'd kinda not been the best kid in the world... he knew that. So he was going to try to make it up to Mushy. He wasn't entirely sure on how but Stagleech had managed to catch a rabbit and that rabbit he was going to share with Mushy... of course that like entirely hinged on him being able to find the warrior but Stagleech at least had a good idea of where he could or would be. So dragging the rabbit with him into the warrior's den, Stagleech spotted Mushy! Mushy! Quickly running over, nearly slipping on the ground he threw the rabbit at the warrior and then sat and awaited his reaction. "Mushy! I caught you a rabbit? Do you wanna eat it? Are you proud of me?"

[spade]

// @Beau

Pride filled her blue eyes as she received her mentor's compliment, standing up a bit straighter with the small hare dangling in her jaws. It was definitely a juvenile hare - most likely enough to feed one or two apprentices - but Moonpaw considered it not bad for her first catch. "Thanfks," she mumbled around the mouthful of rabbit hair, waving her tail in a joyful fashion. She nodded to Heathernose's own catch. "I bet Busfhpaw will be jealousf!" She couldn't wait to get back to camp and show her first hunting victory to her new friend.

Bouncing on her paws, Moonpaw headed up the hill to meet her mentor half-way, excited to make the journey back to camp. The cold didn't bother her much now.

[plum]

The walk out to find the mouth of the tunnel system felt long and boring. WindClan had nothing but dead grass. Tall dead grass. And oh- A tree in the distance! And perhaps the occasional seagull, sure. Nettlespark idly watches the sky as he follows the warrior and apprentice, not really watching where he was setting his paws. The tom, of course, trips on a predominantly buried stone and swears decidedly, choosing what he felt was the most applicable word he could think of in his pained hell.
"Dung-" He'd spat out before realizing that he likely wasn't leg-deep in a hole in the ground. It was just a stone. Just a stone. The fur along his spine, which had bristled considerably in his slightly mounting fear of being buried by a rabbit hole, lies flat. He casts a glance towards the others.
Crowtooth was just finished giving his run-down on what was to come, and Nettlespark watches as the smaller tom makes haste into the tunnel they'd come upon. The apprentice did as well, and the former ShadowClanner stands still for a few heartbeats before moving to follow. His green eyes were dark with wariness of the tunnel, and as he reaches his paws into the softer, frigid soil, the tom flattens his ears back. Pushing his face into the tunnel, he shivers at the idea of being buried alive in an instant. This was day... What, of being a WindClanner? He felt queasy.
The tabby shuts his eyes next, and shuffles further. His whiskers scrape the sides of the tunnel, and as he wiggles even further in, soon his shoulders are grazing- No, bumping the walls as well. Nettlespark lets out an unintentional, quiet mew of alarm as he realizes he cannot comfortably get past this bit of earth. After a heartbeat of unreasonable panic, the warrior begins to scuffle backwards until he can gasp at the fresh, crisp outside air again. Shaking himself out, the tom stares disdainfully at the tunnel entrance. Crowtooth would be unhappy about this, and soon that ass of a deputy would be on his back about not doing what he obviously should know how to do, as a pureblooded hare like the rest of them were. If only Deadpool were here with him...
The thought of her warms him up and he shuts his eyes to gather his thoughts. Deadpool... Nettlespark smiles, nodding decisively to himself and moving into action again. He knew how he would turn this to his advantage!

Whatever was going on inside of the tunnels must have been slow to catch. Or perhaps WindClanners were magic! The rabbits didn't notice the assassins down in their burrows for some time, but it seemed that the two cats down there had passed a few other branches of this warren. Nettlespark wouldn't have imagined what they looked like, but perhaps they elected to take a more traveled route down before making their next turn. Whatever they did, left a slowly growing frenzy in their wake. Did they even realize?
In the little branching extensions of the rabbit's tunnels, slept a couple of smaller families. They were in no way the most important rabbits of the warren. But one by one, they woke to the sour scent of cats in their burrows and the panic set in like a rapid wildfire. The rabbits scurried into motion, smelling the two WindClanners further down and choosing to flee from the way they'd entered- Towards Nettlespark!
The tom didn't really expect it, although he had had the slight idea that sure, catching a fleeing rabbit would be his best shot! But for it to actually happen? The warrior starts as he spots the first rabbit flying from the mouth of the tunnel blindly, and he almost misses his opportunity to grab it. But he smacks a large paw down on its spine, curling his claws in as an anchor to yank it close and tilt his head, biting into the rodent's thickly furred neck. It squeals- A messy kill, but it dies quickly enough. Another two fleeing rabbits manage to escape in this time, but a fourth (and final) falls unluckily to the tabby as well. This kill is neater, the rabbit hardly seeing his jaws coming to close around its neck in a merciful fashion.
Satisfaction fills his belly at the two limp bodies by his paws now. Nettlespark watches as the lucky two escape, unconcerned. A small smile returns to his maw as well, and he sits back to wait rather proudly, tail curling over his paws.
[ @Rani, @gs29513 ]

[Arie]

Originally Posted by gs29513

Giggling along with the rumbles of his father, and trying to emulate them to some extent, Thunderkit listened as his father talked about the moor. It sounded like a cool place! Any place with food was a good place in his opinion, and he had no knowledge of all the dangers that the land outside of camp could hold. Wind! he squeaked in answer to the question, a small snort issuing from his nose as the paw tickled his belly fur. Poking his own little blackberry-sized paw back, but unable to reach his father, he settled for listening a it more. His dad was going to show him the moor? That sounded very fun! They could eat....things. And chase things. And run. All those things sounded so very fun. His paws clasped air, but a moment later as the nose lowered he saw a chance of getting the prize and stretched even farther, one paw just barely grazing it. Rolling over and towards Breezefeather, Thunderkit wriggled into his chest fur. It was warm in here, and though the wind was chilly, he was sheltered right there. His ears twitching, he squeaked You're warm! as his fur brushed his dads. @Arie

As the paw reached for his nose, Breezefeather couldn't help in the semi-loud sneeze that was released and he glared down at Thunderkit, warmth and mirth evident in his green eyes. His son it seemed, had early learned some stupid tricks that was sure to start causing chaos for the older tom. The sneeze was not uncommon though, considering the fact that leafbare was hitting them hard after all. But as the kit snuggled closer to him, he couldn't help the feeling of both sorrow and love. It had been so long since he'd last had a kit this close to him, and the warmth he got from it... it bloomed warmer than anything he'd felt in a long time. But this was not to be a moment of sorrow but of happiness and flopping on his back he pulled Thunderkit with him and then nuzzled into the kit's fur happily with his pink nose. It was fun, he was supposed to have fun and in a way, interacting with his kit this way made him forget about the dreary situation he often found himself in as the deputy of the clan. It was nice, to let go of the seriousness and just take a time where he didn't think. Where he just relaxed and did whatever he wanted and so with green eyes still holding laughter within them he looked at the little tom, "What do you want to do, Little Love? We cannot see the moors today I am sorry, but maybe... we could do something else? Whatever it is you wish. Except for stupid things... I don't approve of doing any of those. There is a warrior in this clan, Stagleech. Don't go near him and ask him to show you around... bad things come of it." He didn't want to alienate the warrior but... he didn't want his kit near him either. Things tended to blow up when it was Stagleech who was around it.

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

Originally Posted by gs29513

That was a nice name. And the fact that her name had been changed gave Deadpaw a bit of hope that she would be able to get a different name. A better name. One that wasn't about how her mother thought of her and her leg. She wondered if Ashfeather had met her family. She hoped not. Rosebriar deserved to get chucked off of a cliff if any cat ever did. But Ashfeather didn't seem like the type to chuck cats to their death. Deadpaw was. And she certainly had no problem talking badly about a dead warrior. Or her own, live mother. Sounds like we both had rotten moms then. she huffed, her tail lashing. A cat that dislikes their kit at birth enough to name them Twisted or Dead deserves to be thrown off a cliff. and in an aggravated, hissing undertone she added As does any cat that thinks its a good idea to do that. and she would have no problem doing so as well. @TheNyanCatMinecart

Ashfeather’s eyes widened at Deadpaw’s words. She seemed nice, but... being able to throw her own mother off a cliff? It was Featherwhisker - who had been exiled for brutally attacking her - but still. Every cat had good in them, and hearing her own mother get talked about like that... well, she didn’t know. Even if Deadpaw disliked her own mother, she loved Whitetuft no matter what the black-and-white she-cat thought of her. “My own mother was a great warrior,” she murmured, surprised by the sadness that came into her voice. The worry. “But she couldn’t deal with a deformed kit. She had wanted everything to be perfect, but she just didn’t know how to handle something that wasn’t... normal. It was me, not her.” Ashfeather paused for a moment, then added, “She was a great hunter and a lot of cats thought that she’d be deputy. And serious and strict, but a good teacher. A valued warrior who I messed up.” She paused. Deadpaw wouldn’t understand since her mother had been the perfect example of a terrible cat. It’s a good thing that Deadpaw doesn’t take after Rosebriar, she thought.

[gs29513]

Pleased that she had managed to knock over Stagleech, although he did seem to be generally fairly tippy so maybe it wasn't that amazing, Deadpaw shook her head gently for a few moments. Chins were quite a bit more bony than she had expected, and she was really, really hoping that throats were somewhere you could hit without having to be in pain yourself. As the warrior got to his feet and told her to come at him, she hopped into a decent battle stance and moved forward, swinging one paw forcefully at his chest and the other at his legs. She wasn't sure if there was a set move she should have used, but he hadn't said so she had used this one. @Arie

[Cobra]

SHE HAD *FINALLY* FIGURED IT OUT. LIFE WAS A LIE. SHE NEEDED TO TELL THE WORLD.

"Hey! Everyone!" Songlight exclaimed. She stood below the Breezerock, with her chest puffed out impressively and paw put forward to emphasize her brilliant point. "Guess what I discovered? Y'know what? The rabbits are plotting! Prey is plotting! Prey is going to kill us! We think it saves us from dying, BUT GUESS WHAT." Song leaned forward, her eyes big. "It'll be our end," she announced in a spooky tone. "The birds are assembling ranks. The mice are working in the forges. And we, what are we doing? Just sitting here[okay, i'm doing that too]! We need to be prepared, people! Heed my call!"

She walked over to the prey pile, looking for like.. a really big and strong rabbit. Songlight picked up a suitable one with her mouth and shoved it in the faces of cats as they walked by. "'ook! 'ook!" she yelled. "A'my t'aining!" The cat spit it out of her mouth, the fluff bothering her greatly. "Join me, and we can prove that I speak truely! Join me, my fellow WindClan buds!"

// open for 2-3 cats

[gs29513]

Slipping back into the cavern, as the other two rabbits awoke with squeals of terror, it seemed panic was spreading throughout the burrow, she didn't know from what rabbit, but it certainly was. The two that she had cornered, she was blocking off their smaller tunnel exit to the main cavern with her body, were anxiously stamping their hind legs. She guessed it was supposed to scare her, but she wasn't that intimidated. Perhaps she should be, but she wasn't. Lunging forward, snapping jaws aiming for the nearer one, Thornpaw hopped back immediately after as the second rabbit made a break for it, slipping out behind her. Now it was just the one left, and it took her only another moment to dispatch it too, dragging the rabbit out to her other kill, which was suspiciously stomped on. Thornpaw seized both of them, lugging them laboriously out of the burrow to where she could see Nettlespark, who appeared to have captured several of the fleeing prey animals. Now it was just Crowtooth left in the tunnels. @Rani @implimm