WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[vellichor]

Originally Posted by Cougar

*Cedarpaw looked up,everything came to mind* The wrist area,I know its not broken it just hurts like hell. *Cedarpaw mewed the molly was trying to not think about it,it hurt everywhere on the paw*
SnailSwirl what do you think it is,I mean I run right into a tree so its gotta be bad right?Will I be able to train again? Ok i'll shut up now,im talking to much. *she stopped herself from speaking trying not to freak them out,but what if she couldnt train as a warrior,she'd be usless a burden on Windclan. All open roles she could have done were filled,she'd be othing,maybe Cedarpaw could go and collect herbs for them? If she couldnt run again.*

// aaA m so sorry for the delay ;n;

Snailswirl
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Damn. The little cat was cursing. They were nearly tempted to slap a paw over her mouth and call her out for the fun of it. And they raised a paw to do it before the apprentice started babbling on about her injury. They didn’t exactly want spittle on their paw, so they lowered it and spoke. "Most you’ll have to do it just probably sit in here for a few days. No biggie." They shrugged and grabbed a cobweb. Ooh — they’d need a stick. Gently... carefully... aha! Yes. They wrapped the web around the stick with care and fashioned a bandage of sorts. "Yeah, you’d better get comfy. You’ll be staying in here until you can walk without it hurting too much."

[spade]

Originally Posted by Fuzzy

With Littlepaw's bigger, smile Rainkit relaxed. She didn't feel as many mixed signals. She was always told she needed to learn how to figure out emotions but it seemed just feeling them worked. Even if she seemed to feel them more so than Shellkit had, DID, or that was how it always seemed. She wasn't the most observant cat though.

Rainkit nodded slowly at Littlepaw's comment. "Yeah... it is pretty sad." She agreed, shifting her paws a bit. It felt odd talking about these things. She wasn't used to it. Typically Rainkit ignored most things involving 'grown up life'. Like talking about how cats where or feelings. However, Littlepaw's suggestion that she was Echowind's favorite cuz she was happy all the time made her smile brighter. Littlepaw was always so nice! "Ehh, I don't know about that!" She laughed not quiet sure how to respond to that. "I am sure she loves me as much as her other kits, but I think I can make her happy! I sure try to!" Rainkit added on a bit more relaxed now that it was on a more normal topic. Making cats happy! "I'm sure you're Otterberry's favorite Littlepaw, your so nice all the time and really fun to be with!" The little black kitten declared, her smile so wide her eyes had to be squinted.

Littlepaw

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Just from her tone, Littlepaw relaxed even more. Outside of Otterberry and her soft tone, Rainkit was the cat who made him feel most comfortable with himself. His stutter didn't even matter to her, and most other things that weighed heavily on him seemed to evaporate around her. The waves of warmth that crashed against his soul from the bubbly little kitten wrapped in him the security that no matter what happened, she would always be his friend. He couldn't wait until they were both apprentices; training together, becoming warriors together. He made a silent promise that regardless of where their individual paths took them, he would stay by Rainkit's side until they were both drinking in their warrior ceremonies side by side.

"O-Otterberry definitely m-makes me happy, so I h-h-hope that I c-could do the s-same for her." The smile broadened on Littlepaw's face, and he crouched down a bit so he was eye level with Rainkit. "Thanks R-Rankit. Maybe o-once you're an a-a-apprentice, I c-can show you m-my favorite h-hunting sp-pots!" Behidn him, his tail waved back and forth. "Y-You're my b-best friend, and o-once we're both a-a-apprentices, we'll r-run WindC-Clan tog-gether!"

[ghostwriter]

@Arie

Sparkfrost navigated the windswept hills with the confidence of a cat who feared neither rogues nor predators, his voice raised above the wind, "Oh, for sure!" he replied, "I'm more of a runner than a jumper, so when I can find particularly fat, earthbound birds I always try to give it a shot!" he quipped.

Sparkfrost led the unruly pair across the moor to a stretch of land characterized by a gently sloping hill and stubbly grass. There were a few stray persimmon trees scattered across the peculiar section of liminal space, just near the farthest edge of WindClan's western border.

"It's just over this knoll! It's super weird...but really cool! It kinda makes me feel like a Twoleg when I rummage through all of their stuff." Sparkfrost explained, jokingly rising onto his hind legs and attempting to stand like a person, before nearly losing his balance. He chuckled to himself, and loped over the hillcrest.

On the other side, amidst a little copse of barren persimmon trees, was an amalgamation of abandoned Twoleg junk. The rusted remains of an old truck, a few barrels scattered about on their sides, a porch swing, half engulfed in vines, various glass bottles and aluminum cans, a dilapidated shed, half collapsed, and a number of old cinderblocks and bricks.

"Weird, right?" Sparkfrost prompted.

[spade]

Basilwhisker

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It was another glorious day in the camp, and despite the tensions that rang loud and clear in the air above WindClan, Basilwhisker hummed to himself as he sat hunched over a pile of leaves. Completely consumed in his own world, he barely registered the cats getting sent off on patrols to find their missing leader, nor the outburst in camp that had drawn Breezefeather out to the territory to meet with Dawnstar. No, none of that stuff was as important to the pale tom as his project. He furrowed his brows together, leaning down to carefully examine the specimens before him. He had one... two...

Wait. There was one missing. Or had he only grabbed two? He could've sworn there was more. "Did I drop a burr coming back?" Quickly, the tom's eyes darted around camp as if by chance another WindClan warrior had picked it up and was heading back to him with it. "Anyone see a burr lying around?" he called, though his soft-spoken tone didn't carry the words too far. Nope, no sign of anyone heading his way. Bummer. Basilwhisker heaved a sigh and turned back, using a paw to slide the two burrs he had into place against a background of leaves. They were spread out in a fanned fashion, with the burrs acting as "eyes" in a rather green face.

"Bingo!"

He was quite satisfied with his work, a grin stretching across his maw as he stood. Admiration gleamed from his pale blue gaze as he stared down at his handiwork, relieved that it had all come together how he had pictured it in his mind. There, on the frosty terrain underpaw, was a cat's face made up of several leaves, with two burrs for eyes and a twig for a mouth. "From this day forth, until you have earned your warrior name, you shall be known as Leafpaw. Train hard, my fellow companion," he mewed, dipping his head in respect to his newly created friend.

It wasn't enough for him to just create this work of art. No. He had to showcase his talents. He might not have been the best hunter or fighter, but this had taken talent. He had scoured WindClan territory for the necessary materials, which had taken the better half of two days. The only cat he could think of to show was... "Stagleech!" His voice rang loud, one of the few times he actually raised it. He was certain his friend would hear him. He had to be here. To see his art! The tom whipped his head back and forth. "Stagleech come here! I wanna show you something! It's my best work yet!"

[ @Arie ]

[Starfall]

Hickorypool
@dinosaur @implimm @Paradise @spade

The Brown feline smiled as Moonpaw spoke up, smile only widening as his brother seemed to get the skip in his step back, and as more felines hopped in. Tail thwacking against the ground he felt determination swell up in his chest. Stomach bubbled with confidence. Picking himself up off his rump the Warrior padded forwards and gave everyone a graceful smile. "Of course! No need to ask, hop right in. We've no time for staying organized when our leader's missing off we go!" he chirped, tumbling out of the entrance.

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Little paws papped against the territory, he had been calling out for Twilightstar the whole way here. If she were to be injured, or anything of the sort, this was the first place that popped up in his mind. Lips tight in a frown the tuxedo mix looked around. Folded ears twitching as he desprately tried to hear a call for help, or anything that may have sounded like their leader.

After a minute Hickorypool turned around, shoulders slumped. "Where do you think she is?" he asked, voice coated in worry. He didn't think she was dead, because, although she was...a tired soul. She wasn't a weak one.

[spade]

Moonpaw

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Despite her first interaction with outside the camp walls being light and energetic, Moonpaw was a bit ruffled as the headed out. She was excited to be out and exploring again, but the fact that Twilightstar was actually, really missing hung over her head like a leaf-fall storm. Her heart ached for WindClan; if their leader couldn't be found, what would that mean for them?

At the sound of Hickorypool's voice, she snapped back to reality and joined her Clanmate in calling for Twilightstar. Perhaps if she was around, she would pick up not only their calls but their scents as well. She sent up a silent prayer that the WindClan leader was alright, but the further along they went with no indication of her, the lower Moonpaw's heart sank.

"I feel like we've searched everywhere..." she replied, tone sounding defeated as she swept her gaze across the wide moorland. There territory wasn't covered with many hiding places, and she didn't expect the molly to be hiding regardless. "She wouldn't just... leave, right? Twilightstar loved WindClan."

[ @dinosaur @implimm @Paradise @Starfall ]

[Arie]

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As the young cat's legs collapsed underneath her, the deputy was quick to scoop her up and bring her closer to him so that she could rest against him until she gained her bearing. And the contact was always welcome, the warmth of another helped to reassure one that you were not alone, that this was not your fight all on your own but everyone working together in unison and helping each other. He didn't know why she was reacting so badly but then again, anything could have an impact. Twilightstar's disappearance could have reopened long forgotten wounds and caused emotional damage as well, he didn't know and therefore it would be wrong to assume such a thing.

"I think Moonpaw, that by showing your emotions you are being strong. This is a situation none of us was prepared for, least of all the apprentices whose focus should be on their training and becoming warriors. I myself didn't even have a clue that something was going on before Quailtail yelled it out. So do not blame yourself for something you could do nothing to prevent. It is alright to be saddened by these events and it'll take time for everything to return to normal."

Although normal at this point could be an understatement, but as she inquired what to do, Breezefeather let out a smile and pulled her up closer. "I think the only thing we can do right at this moment is wait. Twilightstar will need a clan to return to when she does, but if you d care to sit here and humour an old man like me, I would appreciate it." Anything to get her mind off of the stress was welcome.

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Stagleech... it was still strange having a warrior name. Like, he'd been an apprentice for so long that having an actual warrior name still sounded off to him and he caught himself at times referring to himself as Stagpaw instead of Stagleech. But when he heard his name called, the warrior who had been feeling quite distraught due to the missing Twiglight, ran over. Basilwhisker was funny, so sure he could work his magic and make Stagleech feel happy? Surely. He hoped so at least because the least thing that Stagleech wanted to feel was sad and lonely and those were the exact feelings that he felt right in that moment.

Twiglight was gone... and how was Mushy even handling that? But. No. He had to focus on what Basilwhisker was going to show him and that was exactly what prompted the younger tom to come trotting over. "What do you want to show me, Basilwhisker?" He tried to look for what he could see but failed to spot anything BUT WOW WOW WOW! Instead of reaching down and looking at the beautiful drawing Basilwhisker had made, Stagleech had managed to spot a CATARPILLAR! oh! He was going to munch this sooooo good!

Reaching out with a paw he took it up, waved it in front of Basilwhiskers face and then proceeded to drop it into his mouth and crunch it. "It's tasty!"

[gs29513]

Originally Posted by Arie

[i quoted the wrong one originally and was like 'i already replied to this haven't I?' pfppfpf]

"Yeah right. You can nibble the tail if you want to have fun but if a cat says stop then you stop." He didn't want to discourage the kid from having fun, having fun was an essential thing for especially young cats to experience and he held no interest in taking that away from Thunderkit. "Cats wont like it but some will think it's fun except they might just start nibbling on yours too." With that Breezefeather reached down and nibbled softly in the tail of his son, chest rumbling with amusement.

But then came the elaborate argument about why sitting on cats was a good thing and Breezefeather could barely hold his laughter back. It would be sad for the young cat if he were to realize that sitting on cats wouldn't be quite as easy as it would be to just beat them up. Although of course he would never advise his kit to beat other cats up instead of sitting on them, just yet. Thunderkit didn't need to have his innocense stripped away already and the deputy was determined to let him remain a kit as long as he possibly could. "I am very proud of you Thunderkit and so you shall become the cat that is best at sitting on other cats. Even Dawnstar and Buckstar, I truly believe you'll somehow make your way up and sit on them." Of course he was only encouraging a fantasy... or at least he hoped the kit didn't want to do that.

(Sorry, I slow)
That made sense to Thunderkit, at least somewhat. Nibbling was alright as long as the other cat said it was. If they said don't nibble, you shouldn't or you would give them and ouchie. And if you didn't, they might give YOU an ouchie. As his father tugged gently on his tail, Thunderkit tried to lash it about and shake Breezefeather off, although the older toms head was big enough that he couldn't even move the end. He stopped wriggling though as his dad told him he would be the best sitter-onner. That sounded very good! No hitting, only sitting! That sounded nice, and so, somewhat disregarding the mention of sitting on Buckstar and Dawnstar, Thunderkit proceeded to chant No hitting! Sitting! No hitting! Sitting! He was going to sit on EVERY awful cat, and teach them a lesson! No hitting! Sitting was going to be so so so fun!

[Akira]

Crowspeck entered the WindClan camp, with Maplebird and Puddlesplash in tow. He was dejected, unable to track their missing leader, but did his best not to show it, holding his head high. Where was Breezefeather? Crowspeck needed to report the failure of not finding Twilightstar, as much as he hated to say it. @Panda1440 @Puddle~ @Arie

[Willie Warf]

Mudpaw nodded playfully understanding that his mentor didnt really know that he didnt like fighting shadowclan. 'let him have his fun' mudpaw thought. He leaped at Quail-no 'SHADOWCLAW' and planed to duck under his belly and nip his backlegs
@dinosaur