WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Poprock]

@Little Timmy

Another eye roll at her sister. Of course she couldn't go this one day without a bit of bragging. Didn't she know it wasn't a competition? Just because Creamcloud had gotten an apprentice - something Peach had wanted since she became a warrior - didn't mean it was some big accomplishment! It just meant Twilightstar thought the little guy and her sister were a good fit. Peachfrost couldn't deny the stab of jealousy she had felt at the clan meeting when when Creamcloud proudly touched noses with a large black and white tom named Cowpaw. Hopefully her apprentice would be as excited to learn as he seemed to be.

Her nose wrinkled at the memory of her... dream? Prophecy? Vision? She honestly wasn't sure what to call it. Terrifying. That was one word she could use for sure. She turned to her sister with a shrug. "I had some sort of um... dream." She started, paws absent mindedly pushing onto the moss below. "It was scary... I felt like I was falling for forever. But someone- something told me." A faint shiver trailed up her spine. "And somehow I just knew. There's someone wanting to walk the same path as me. I'm just not positive who it is yet."

Hopefully her future apprentice would click better with her than Creamcloud and Cowpaw. Creamcloud had high standards that clearly weren't being met. At least, if her exasperated tone was anything to go by. Somewhere in the back of the medicine cat's mind, a similar image of Fluffybee took shape. Always so overdramatic.

"He is still pretty young right? Maybe he just needs some time to adjust." Or a new mentor. She wanted to meow. How could Creamcloud already be so annoyed with Cowpaw?

[Galaxy_]

Whitefur ran in with the kit dangling from his jaws. "Peachfrost? Are you here." he meowed loudly "This kit is knocked out you got to help him." he said panting. @Rockfall

[Beetlenose]

Ghostkit lay, a small heap in a freshly made bed of moss. He didn’t remember how he got here, he only knew that he would never go out of camp again. His long wound still stung, Peachfrost had to bolt off when he came in. He also didn’t remember who had brought him in, but here he was. A small helpless kit who snuck out of camp and payed the price. @Rockfall

[Dirtfur]

(Opened)

Tulipkit lapped around his sleepy mother, bored of not doing anything. His legs shook of worry. If he is bored he has to do something new for a change. He hated to admit it, but he feel like dying of boredom by playing with a moss ball. But he didn't want to kill his boredom by going outside; everything he heard from his mother and father about scared Tulipkit.

There are other cats outside the nursery? No, no! He didn't want to meet them. What if they don't like him and thought how ugly he looks with the fangs he was cursed with. The only option to cure this terrible boredom is to find a playmate! Any cat as long as it is a kit. A kit wouldn't harm Tulipkit and make them self-conscious about his awful fangs.

The black kitten looked around the nursery, ready to find a kit who is also bored.

[starry]

// @Dirtfur

(Tawny's not a kit, but she does have the brain of a kit! At least with playing and making other cats happy. She's taken a favor to kits.)

Tawnypaw sat in the clearing, thinking about visiting the nursery, possibly telling some stories to kits...

Yep!

That was a perfect idea. The she-cat smiled, satisfied, and picked up a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. It was plump, big, and should feed at least two or three kits. Tawnypaw shook out her tortoiseshell pelt, then made her way into the nursery. Upon arrival at the "designated place", the young apprentice immediatly scanned her surroundings.

There was a black tomkit, who seemed to be lokking around for someone. Tawnypaw skipped over, dropping the mouse in front of him. "Hi! I'm Tawnypaw. I was bored, so I came here! Do you want to hear a story or play?" she asked, her tone inviting and warm.

[Dirtfur]

Originally Posted by Starry

// @Dirtfur

(Tawny's not a kit, but she does have the brain of a kit! At least with playing and making other cats happy. She's taken a favor to kits.)

Tawnypaw sat in the clearing, thinking about visiting the nursery, possibly telling some stories to kits...

Yep!

That was a perfect idea. The she-cat smiled, satisfied, and picked up a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. It was plump, big, and should feed at least two or three kits. Tawnypaw shook out her tortoiseshell pelt, then made her way into the nursery. Upon arrival at the "designated place", the young apprentice immediatly scanned her surroundings.

There was a black tomkit, who seemed to be lokking around for someone. Tawnypaw skipped over, dropping the mouse in front of him. "Hi! I'm Tawnypaw. I was bored, so I came here! Do you want to hear a story or play?" she asked, her tone inviting and warm.

Tulipkit was not looking what was in front of him. He thought it was a shadow and the day is turning to night. Then a thump made him jumped and looked back. He saw a big she-cat with a weird pelt having mixed colors. In front of her, and nearer to the kit, was a mouse.

He looked back up at the she-cat who named herself 'Tawnypaw'. "H-hi," he stuttered, scrabbling the cold floor with one of his front paws. He had never seen such a big cat before in the nursery, except his mother, father, and the other queens. What Tulipkit worried the most is that the strange cat might drop another mouse on the kit, crushing him to death.

Play it cool, he advised himself. "A-a story would be nice, thank y-you," Tulipkit finally answered after what felt like a moon-worth of silence.

[Singing Jay]

Moonbrid's face slowly lit up with a soft smile and the cool breeze tugged at her silvery fur. She LOVED this, loved being out here and in peace, loved being free.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a single voice told her that this wouldn't last forever, one day Shadowclan would brake through and take away this freedom. But she ignored the voice, it wasn't time for it now, now was the time to live!

Picking up speed she raced across the open moor. Flying forward with the speed of the storm winds themselves. She was quite fast, even for a windclan cat but she did prefer to stretch out in long leaps instead of sprinting forward, she wasn't a rabbit, she was a bird, a falcon, moving forward at incredible speed.

But her running soon came to a stop as she reached the outskirts oh Windclan. Her light green slight glaced out over the unfamiliar land there beyond the borders. She hadn't been there, well, sort of, she had been in the twoleg place once, to meet the father of the kits inside her belly, but she had never gone out there, in to the unknown...

[wolfie]

@Rockfall // it's fine!! seriously <3 also so glad to have em interact, time to see how they go together

the darkness was like a warm hug, surrounding him in it's comfort. time and worries couldn't touch the apprentice here. it was endless and over in a second.

As sunshine began to spill into the den, illuminating against his long fur. Mismatched hues flickered open, blinking away the sleepiness. It took the tom a moment to adjust, his vision slowly becoming more clear and Cowpaw began much more aware of the pain that thrummed through his body.

His ears flattened to his skull as memories began to drift with realization. Claws slicing through his pelt, his paws slamming against the ground, a sly voice - and.. and.. Cowpaw let out a whimper. The pain was a steep reminder that he wasn't dead. This wasn't Starclan and actually, the more he looked around .. was this Peachfrost's den. He let out a quiet oh, he had just.. collapsed.. in here.. Eep!

Speaking of their medicine cat, Cowpaw was pretty sure he was staring at her large peach-furred back. "M, my.. savior..." He whispered, his voice crackling with strain but carried with awe and disbelief. His eyes filling with a star-stricken look. Peachfrost was already.. so.. so!! Cool! She talked with Starclan - their ancestors, sharing with their deep wisdom. With that wisdom she would carefully heal her clanmates with complex yet divine herbs - such a respectful craft for only the worthy and.. she had saved him. After his foolish actions,, .. oh this was embarrassing. Creamcloud must've been aware by now and his family,, how could he..?

Cowpaw wiggled into the bedding, shoving his muzzle under some of it in an attempt to hide his oversized body. If he didn't see her, she wasn't there and this wasn't happening. Yep!

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

[All patrols will be due on October 24th, 10 PM EST. Please read this guide on how to properly do a patrol. If you have any questions, VM me. Something that's not stated correctly in this guide is that hunting patrols can hunt anywhere on WindClan's territory, not just the borders. Patrols must be reported in on time regardless of whether the RP is finished or not. Patrol RPs can still go on after the report. Also, the first few paragraphs are just Wolffang's thoughts - I got a bit carried away. You can scroll down to where the patrol reports actually begin, with the prompts in brackets and the bold text.]

~ WOLFFANG ~

Despite all his talk on not being lazy, Wolffang had... well... been lazy on patrols. His ears flattened against his head as he stepped to the center of the clearing, his yellow gaze scanning it for cats who would be good for patrols. A sigh escaped him. So many things going on at once. The warrior that he had once been would be laughing at him right now. Strong, assertive, brave, cocky, independent, biased, unafraid to speak his mind, devoutly loyal. But now he had been shoved around, bending under all the stress of these recent moons. Of course he was still loyal to WindClan, and knew to stand his ground, but the way ShadowClan kept pushing them around was a huge no-no. He didn't want them to keep thinking of WindClan as weak; they had to stand up for themselves! Defend themselves! He and Twilightstar had been trying to reform the Clan. Oh, and now they were stripping the pelts off the dead and taking parts of them as trophies. What sort of warrior code abomination was that?

Even worse had been the stresses within his own Clan. Wolffang's ears flattened against his head as he thought of all those moons where he had questioned his previous self as well as what Featherwhisker had taught him. Yes, the way he had acted in the past was wrong... but... ugh, why was it all so complicated? Wolffang knew now that cats with disabilities shouldn't be treated like crow-food and that they had a lot to give their Clan. But at the same time, there was that hint at his ideal of strength that he had been struggling to change. Also, it seemed as though whenever he developed, the Clan demanded more of him. How was he supposed to live with that? How could his Clanmates not understand how much effort he was putting into this? They instantly labeled themselves as correct, and thought that his efforts to change weren't enough.

Add that into him not spending enough time with his siblings. Not being a proper brother. That had been the worse. First, Rosebriar, his beloved and only full-blooded sister, who he had not been on the best terms with as he had begun to drift away from Featherwhisker's teachings. When she had been mauled by dogs, he hadn't even known, and he hadn't supported her as he should've. He'd been selfish, wrapped up in his own things. And then she'd gone missing without a trace. Add onto that his two younger half-sisters who he had treated horrendously when he had been younger. Deadmoon and Morningpaw... Just because they were disabled. Wolffang should've been supportive of them and helped them become stronger, but he hadn't. Instead, he'd been the reason why they had been beaten down. Sure, a part of his mind said that they should've been stronger... but the other argued that no matter what, he'd find some sorry excuse to excuse his actions. And those actions had been inexcuseable.

Deadmoon accepted my apology. Wolffang heaved a breath. The light brown tabby had been willing to forgive him. But Morningpaw... My abuse to her was the worst. I made her feel like she didn't belong. I got angry when she stood up against me, and even though it was annoying... I was being much worse to her. She wouldn't have argued with me if I hadn't been such a terrible mentor... and older brother. A pang of guilt shook him. She wasn't the forgiving type. How could she possibly forgive him? I'll try to make her see that I'm trying. See? That's my point. And it's never enough. His claws unsheathed and gripped the ground beneath him in a brief moment of anger; then he relaxed. I'm too stressed and confused. I hope she forgives me... but even if she doesn't... I'll try to be more supportive going forward. That was what he could hope for.

Oh, right, patrols. Wolffang shook his head briefly. He hoped that this would wear off soon. After all, WindClan needed a strong, loyal, clear-headed, strict deputy. Not a cat in his current state. Eyes narrowed, he held himself up high and began to call the cats together. But he had something to say to all of them once he'd called them all for their patrols. Something that they had to understand. No matter how I feel, WindClan is more important. I need to get out these patrols. Our borders must be secured, and our fresh-kill pile stocked!

[Prompt: A little lost puppy is wandering by the river, in severe danger of falling in. It doesn't seem to want to attack the cats. What do you do? Even though Mama's looking for it, she won't be there in time to prevent it from falling in. You must act fast... or not at all.]

"Bearbranch [ @:Grimmlin: ], take Crowspeck [ @Kyrieknight ] and Fallownose [ @NinjaBloss ] on a patrol along the RiverClan border."

[Prompt: You find what looks to be a dead, mutilated rabbit that's been lying there for a while. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be caught in some sort of Twoleg trap. There is one more lying around, but none others. The trap may pose to be a danger to the cats. Watch your paws - and perhaps find a way to spring it so that no one will fall into it.]

"Redspark [ @seeingstars ], take Russetlight [ @FriedChicken ] and Mossnose [ @Rapid ] on a patrol along the ThunderClan border."

[Prompt: A cat accidentally steps on an anthill, sending them scattering everywhere. Be careful to avoid them, and to not get bitten! If you do, you'll be pretty itchy for the rest of the day.]

"Smokestep [ @Beetlenose ], take Cloudsong [ @xXCloudsongXx ] and Coldamber [ @Rainquail ] on a patrol along the ShadowClan border." He wasn't stepping it up this time. Three cats was enough.

[Prompt: Someone finds a family of mice, and together, with the proper teamwork, the patrol is able to flush them out and catch most of them. A feast!]

"Lioncloud [ @Kunaiskrill ], take Breezedapple [ @FrostCat ] and Specklecloud [ @Error ] on a hunting patrol."

[Prompt: The patrol finds the biggest, fattest rabbit that they've probably ever seen. They work together to make such a kill, but when they catch it, they realize that they weren't the only ones who wanted it. They must compete with a hungry fox for the rabbit.]

"I'll lead this patrol. Skyflare [ @vermin ] and Reedsong [ @Cxndy_Fatal ] will go with me. We'll be hunting."

Even though the cats should be gathered by now, Wolffang wouldn't have them leave yet. He gave a flick of his tail and stepped forward, hoping to turn their attention to him. This speech was meant to get them moving - and it might help him, too. Because he felt like he'd gotten softer and lazier. Not that... maybe? He'd just been stressed while trying to figure things out. Oh well, he'd give this speech now and hope that it made some sort of impression.

"Listen up, all of you. I will not stand for any late reports or any slacking cats. You hear me? Now more than ever, WindClan needs full participation from all its members. No matter how you feel, you need to get up and stop being lazy. One of the steps in making WindClan stronger is participation and the ability to accomplish as much as a simple patrol. We are WindClan, and we will not let ourselves get pushed around by the others, or looked down on as weak - especially from ShadowClan. I expect full participation from all of you."

He almost felt hypocritical saying that. Was he a hypocrite? No, he was trying to make WindClan stronger. By their ideals or by his? A mix of both. He turned away, gritting his teeth. Wolffang hated this questioning himself. Things had been so much simpler when he'd been completely confident of his actions. And I was an arrogant jerk who didn't understand the importance of certain Clan members... and a terrible sibling. He shook his head to clear it and turned back to the two cats who were meant to go on patrol with him.

"Skyflare, Reedsong. We can hunt anywhere on WindClan's territory. Come here." He gave a flick of his thick-furred gray tail, hoping that the other two warriors would follow him.

[Every person must have at least two posts with their character, not counting any made in the patrol place.]

[marshall]

// @Kyrieknight @NinjaBloss
[nyan why would u do this to me that prompt is upsetting )): ]
Bearbranch
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Ah, a patrol Bearbranch thought as Wolffang called him over. He sat down and waited for his patrol mates, Crowspeck and Fallownose. He didn't really know either of them, but then again he knew very few in WindClan. He just hoped they would be competent and actually show up.