WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[spade]

The sudden yowl of a meeting and subsequent diving into what had occurred at the ShadowClan border was enough to cause Snowypaw to approach the Breezerock with flattened ears. Fear flashed in their eyes as ShadowClan was mentioned - Dawnstar specifically - to have caught apprentices crossing the border. What if that had been them? They had already run into Dawnstar once with Batglare before turning tail and fleeing off into the outskirts. Imaging her massive claws striking down on her, a low snarl being the last thing they heard...

It was enough to put their head on a swivel as they looked around for a cat that usually brought them comfort. But Wolffang was absent, and there was so much yelling. Truth be told, the older apprentice should have been able to handle it better. But those intimidating amber eyes... the large scarred face... With a small whimper, Snowypaw slipped over to the next best thing outside of Wolffang; their mentor, Fallownose.

Without hesitation the apprentice pressed against the tom's side, turning their head so that their nose was buried in his shoulder. "Why do so many of WindClan want to fight? Don't they know how... how terrifying Dawnstar is?" they couldn't help but choke out, ears still pressed against their head.

// @NinjaBloss

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[ @Rippleshade ]

The soft gray tabby turns her head to watch as another warrior approaches. "Ah, what's it matter?"

[Glitch_Candle]

@implimm "It matters quite. It is quite tough to concentrate on normal life with basically only 3 clans i the forest and one have double the territory and power of the other two, while being controlled by what I can only call a psychopathic leader? Ashfeather is just the start."

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[ @Rippleshade ]

Eldersky gives the other cat a strange look, green eyes full of confusion. She hadn't had the slightest idea what he was on about. After a heartbeat or two passes, she shakes her head. "Ashfeather isn't the start of anything. This has been going on for as long as I've been a warrior- Longer, even. So, what if ThunderClan is going through... something, right now? So are we, and that's what matters to me and what should matter to you." The queen wondered why Rippleshade imagined their newly deceased Clanmate was the catalyst to anything, when for as long as she could recall ShadowClan were bullies to WindClan. Her own brother-

[Glitch_Candle]

@implimm. "I know it's not the start, but..." Rippleshade had a hard time admitting when she was scared of something, and this was now. "I have a bad feeling about this," The tuxedo she-cat muttered, barely audible. "Focusing on the now is a good Idea, though. That's what matters and I need to get better at that."

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN ~

Wolffang heard Twilightstar's familiar yowl. Turning his great gray head toward the Breezerock, he saw his leader standing atop it. Her fur was a mess and she did not seem happy, although she was keeping a good composure. Better than I ever did. Wolffang's respect for Twilightstar had only grown over the moons. He remembered being a young cat, thinking that he would be a much better leader for WindClan than her, going off of horrible beliefs. Wolffang had learned, but he'd also failed in certain aspects. The tom shook off those thoughts - the ones that were constantly there - and went over to the Breezerock. Good news was non-existent. And he was right, in a sense, at least.

Twilightstar launched right into the meeting, faster than she usually did, and talked about... Ashfeather dying. Wolffang felt his muscles tense as he pricked his big notched ears, taking in the information he received. Apparently, she had been foolish - nothing new there - by taking young apprentices much too close to the border with ShadowClan. She had died protecting two of the apprentices, Twilightstar's kits, who had crossed the border. And no retaliation had been made.

Wolffang had to admit, he was a bit surprised at her death. He had never liked Ashfeather, and as a younger warrior... the thought was awful now, but he'd wanted her to die, since he'd hated her. Or at least wanted her to suffer. Now he'd only wanted to avoid her because he still saw her as weak and too soft, and, in his eyes, pathetic. However, he hadn't really thought of her... dying, or being taken like this. Her death didn't really bother him that much, though. One ear twitched impassively and his expression remained wiped of any emotion.

However, some cats started yowling in retaliation. They said that they wanted to fight. Wolffang stood up from where he had sat among the crowd. Featherbrains. It was ridiculous to want to fight. Thankfully, some cats were speaking some sense. Wolffang stood up tall and glanced around at the crowd of cats by him, wanting some of the angrier ones to see some sense.

"Listen to Twilightstar. Fighting back is not a good option at the moment. Although any sort of killing and refusing to return the body is unacceptable, this is not something worth getting into a battle over. Ashfeather was foolish in bringing all those young apprentices so close to ShadowClan territory. Dawnstar attacked her because she had trespassed, even if it was to rescue some of the Clan's apprentices. ShadowClan is vile and we will teach them a lesson one day, but now is not the time." Out of all cats to go to war over, he thought, sitting back down once he'd finished talking.

[Kaybug.]

@x ghostie

Mistykit walked through the entrance of the medicine den as her fur fluffed up, she’d never been to this part of camp so she wanted to see what it looked like. Her pale fur fluffed up with excitement in every paw step she took inside the den. She looked around the den as she stopped for a moment.

[Weekend-Wondering]

Fallingkit shrank back in his pelt, and whimpered. ShadowClan had killed another Clanmate? He hadn’t ever known Ashfeather, but he still felt sad. What is he was next? Some of his ClanMates had said that ShadowClan…
“Does ShadowClan eat kits!?” He wailed, sorrowfully.

[WhitesilverQueen]

Whitefeather sat and listened. A warrior dead? Well, it seemed shadowclan had changed not a bit. Though, honestly she didn't see why she had to listen to this when she was too old too help with anything. She supposed it was honoring her clan, but apparently the elders weren't even useful for advice and such. The warriors seemed to think that the elders brains had rotted just because they were too old to hunt and fight. Well, hmph.
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[corgigirl]

Honeystorm walked back into Windclan territory. Her should couldn't handle much more, her dark blood barely being slowly by the crude cobweb job. The piece of metal that had cut, still stuck in her mind.

Honeystorm had gone out searching for her mate, Thistlerose, who has been gone for a long period of time. He missed their daughter, Wrenpaw's apprentice ceremony and she had started to assume the worst. After looking for almost two days, she had nearly given up. So overcome with sadness, sorrow, grief, lost in her head, she wandered into a twoleg camp.

Twoleg dwellings were every, it smelled of trash, monsters and tar. Then a delectable scent wafted into her nose, a mouse. She followed the scent, as Honeystorm had eaten nothing but a baby shrew since she had left. Turns out, it was a trap, set my the horrible twolegs.

After another two days, stuck in the cage, with only a mouse to eat, two male twolegs in bright blue shirt and white writing came to get her. They brought Honeystorm to a large compound that smelled like metal. Every thing was metal. The floors, the walls, the ceilings, the bowl and specifically the cage she was throw into.

At some point, she heard the twolegs said she was in something called a "Humane Society". There were dozens of cats and dogs every where. They were all given tiny brown pellets that smell like dirt and left a tainted taste in her mouth.

After about a moon and a half, a small twoleg and what appeared to be her mother, tried to take Honeystorm home. After they opened her cage, she rocketed out of there, most likely for her life. As she was tried to get out of the compound, a sharp piece of rusted, exposted metal cut into her shoulder, yet she continued to run.

On the way back to camp she had found some cobwebs to stop the bleeding a bit and applied them messily. And now she was here, her shoulder aching and wanting too see her daugther.

@Moonraven @InsertCoolNameHere