Milkkit (he/him) Creamy-white short fur and green eyes
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Milkkit was sure that he could win this race. As soon as the start was called out, his hind legs pushed the ground and propelled him forward with the closest intensity he had seen in his father's running. As he started taking speed he felt like his paws were merely touching the ground, and remembered why Windclan lived on the high moors. When we run it's like we're flying, and we get closer and closer to Starclan... that's the power or our clan!
"Huh!How fast she is! The finish line was very close and Milkkit used his last breaths to force his muscles to work harder, quicker, better. He could feel the ache and the soreness, but he would ignore them until he reached the yearned first place. The gorse bush..! I'm closer, I'm winning! But as he was looking at its shape, something hit him and Milkkit fell on the ground a few tail lengths farther. With a little moan he got up and inspected the clearing behind him: he had just stumbled on a tiny rock covered by some dirt.
Immediately he turned back, but Firekit had already reached the bush and was exulting cheerfully, until she glanced at him and realized what had happened. Milkkit tried to shook the dirt of his pelt but didn't look directly at Firekit as she approached him. He felt too embarrassed to say anything, but he had to admit that his friend had proved herself really great in the race.
[ @Darkclaws I want him to get pretty fast in the future, but right now he's just a clumsy kit trying to mimic his father! ]
The young cat felt the muscles in her body relax. She didn't expect Twilightstar to be so forgiving. But it was clear the lilac she-cat had no intention of booting Wrenpaw. She would be able to stay, live and continue to assist the clan.
"The location is about two miles outside of the territory, and from what I can tell it's safe, I was there for a moon without incident." Of course, that didn't necessarily mean it was safe. A lump rose in her throat as she thought of what might happen to a patrol who took the wrong path or perhaps something moved while she was gone. A dog, a badger.
Squirrelear's ears pricked up at the sound of someone else nearby, and he pried one blue eye open to look, a bit sleepy. However, his grogginess soon left his eyes and he say up, jaw slightly slack at the sight. A cat was... Stretching? Was he... Trying to how off or get something, or what? What was going on?? What was he witnessing??? Wait... Oh, he recognized the cat from rumors! It was Ryebuck, notorious weirdo of WindClan (at least, according to others. Squirrelear considered himself the weirdo) and was infamous for his... Odd antics. Like this. Seriously, what was he trying to do???
Squirrelear continued to watch, stunned, and he snapped out of his gaze when Ryebuck proceeded to approach, waving a greeting with his tail. Uh-oh, socializing, the one thing he was ashamed to be a failure at. Squirrelear inwardly groaned. Great. And... Now he wants to join him? Huh?? Really??? Wasn't there others he could spend time with? Then again, he was relatively nearby, but surely Ryebuck knew other, more socially ept cats than he? Welp, time to accept fate.
"Oh! Uh, sure...?" Squirrelear trailed off, mentally berating himself for sounding unsure, like a kit being scolded. "Uh, I mean, yeah, I don't mind."
Ryebuck
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Ryebuck grinned and padded forwards, not even noticing Squirrelear’s awkwardness, “Thanks, man, you’re a pal,” He purred, dropping onto a rock next to Squirrelear and rolling onto his back for a moment or two to soak up the sunshine before rolling back onto his belly and turning to look at his newfound companion, “I’m Ryebuck, y’know. Heard of me?” He asked this with a neutral face, but his tone clearly conveyed that he was aware of the rumors circling throughout WindClan about his “oddness”.
Ryebuck knew about the rumors. He didn’t care, though. Cats could think what they wanted, he couldn’t change that. As long as he did what he felt was right, Ryebuck didn’t mind the whispers. And as long as his clanmates stayed civil towards him and didn’t tease or belittle him for trying to stay in shape, he was civil- no, more than civil. More-so friendly- with them.
He flexed his claws contentedly against the rock, glad to give his muscles a little rest. He felt he’d earned it.
Ryebuck, despite some of his more unusual aspects, was a very insightful young tom. Most cats he came in contact with didn’t expect him to be, though, as they were mainly educated on him from the rumors or their own glimpses of him in the morning, and they didn’t know that he in fact had a very respectable personality, or even a brain, for that matter. Ryebuck usually played along with the act, though, as it was fun to play dumb sometimes, and it always got him more of a shocked expression from his companions when he actually said something smart.
Today, though, Ryebuck wasn’t going to play the game, he was tired from his workouts today and he actually hadn’t slept very well the night before, so he wasn’t going to toy with Squirrelear. “How’s your day been going so far?” He asked, genuinely wondering, “Have you done anything particularly interesting today?”
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Ryebuck
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It was right at the crack of dawn, and Ryebuck was wide awake, as per usual. Normally, he’d be going out for his morning workout at this time, but he now had an apprentice to train.
It had kind of come as a surprise to him that he, notorious weirdo, had been entrusted with the protection and teaching of a small child, but perhaps WindClan was starting to accept him more, at least that was his hope.
He had been up all night planning the itinerary for his first time training an apprentice, and he’d been practically buzzing with excitement the whole time.
He had an apprentice! Oh, this was going to be such a fun experience!
He quickly left the Warrior’s den and made his way out to the apprentice’s den, trying not to go too fast and wake up the whole camp or anything.
When he reached the apprentice’s den, he took a deep breath and poked his head in, looking for Pikepaw. When he found the semi-familiar pelt, he tapped Pikepaw on the back, “Hey, Pikepaw,” He whispered, “Wake up! It’s time for your first day! I’m going to take you on a tour, then you’re going to learn to hunt!”
Feeling the odd reassurance of Twilightstar head butting him, Badgerpaw managed a small smile. It had been a while since he felt any sort of headbutt. And her verbal reassurance eased his nervousness and his fear. He knew his mentor would be there for him and would protect him since she was also his leader. And when Twilightstar had brought up how much she appreciated the tuxedo tom coming to her with his problems. Tears threatened to spill out, but he forced them back with a sniffle so he didn't interrupt his leader unintentionally.
The only words he could speak at the moment were, "I will. A-and I want to help Laurelpaw as much as I can... c-could there be a patrol sent out t-to... to attempt to find Laurelpaw's m-mother? Perhaps she won't be as... as much of an issue for the Clan? Y-you don't have to listen... I-it's only a suggestion."
Badgerpaw looked up at Twilightstar, his green eyes searching for something that told him he was out of line for giving his leader a suggestion. Realizing he most likely was out of line, the tom dipped his head quickly and muttered only a few words.
"I- I just want to make L-laurelpaw feel better..."
Perking his ears at Twilightstar's question about how many friends he has made, Badgerpaw thought back to when he met Blossompaw, Blossomkit at the time, and when she gave him a tour of the camp. And then he thought about his other denmate, Dapplepaw. Dapplepaw was his friend too, so that gave him two friends. Well, that was something, wasn't it? The tom hasn't been in WindClan for a moon, yet he already has two friends!
"I have two friends... Blossompaw a-and Dapplepaw," he answered with a shaky purr, still trying to keep more tears at bay. "Blossompaw was a kit when we became friends, she's the one who gave me a tour of the camp shortly after I came to WindClan. A few days afterward, maybe. No one else has caused any trouble."
And then a thought occurred to him. He had moved his nest out of the apprentice's den. And he still had to be wary of his bullies. Well, he didn't want to sleep near them, so he would need to find a solution now, wouldn't he? "Um... c-could I ask you something? Could... could I move my nest to be close to you? Until the situation with Tulippaw, Frostpaw, and Robinpaw is taken care of, I just want to be close to someone who could protect me."
It was oddly reassuring that Badgerpaw took comfort in her words. With every death, every loss, Twilightstar always felt a little more helpless, a little more like a failure. It might survivor's guilt, might be because she had extra lives, or it might be the responsibility that came with her rank, whatever it was, she always felt guilty losing a clanmate. Especially in battles, those always hit the hardest. If she adds that to her usual sense of responsibility it was no wonder she felt so bad when it came to losing cats.
Her apprentice speaking up drew her out of her self-loathing mindset and into a brighter one when Badgerpaw promised to keep her in the loop about his problems. At his suggestion to send out a patrol, she frowns thoughtfully at him. Twilightstar didn't normally send out patrols to search for missing cats, but now that he brought it up an idea was coming to mind. The reason she never sent out patrols to search for missing cats was because of the warriors and resources it took up. But maybe there was some way to fix that.
"You're not the first cat to ask me about setting up patrols to search for missing cats, normally I'd tell you that that can't be done, but you've got me thinking. So I'll see about it." She told him in a pensive tone. It might help Laurelpaw out by sending her off to search for her mother. She might not get what she wanted out of it, but it might help her in a way. She was glad that Badgerpaw was so empathic, most would have seen Laurelpaw as a terrible apprentice and that is who she'd be for the rest of her life. Badgerpaw at least attempted to see beyond the facade Laurelpaw put up.
"I want her to feel better as well, she has always been strong-spirited, but now... well, I'll give your idea some consideration if nothing more than to help Laurelpaw." She promised with a faint smile on her maw.
"So you have made friends," She sighed, revealed to hear that. Badgerpaw was quite the social butterfly, it surprised her that he managed to live the life of a kittypet being as social as he was with the rest of the cats. She had also worried that this experience with Laurelpaw and apparently Tulipaw and her entourage had caused him to assume all cats in WindClan were like her. The idea of him violating himself didn't sit well with her.
"Ah, that's good to hear, you should try and keep them close and make friends, I know you don't have any family here but good friends can just as easily become family." She purred lightly, feeling more at ease with this knowledge. Twilightstar wasn't going to be around forever and even though she was training himself to care for both himself and the clan, she really wanted to make sure the youngster had a good support group and bonds.
She twitched both ears as he brought up another question. This one regarding his sleeping arrangements. At first, Twilightstar wanted to deny him, troubled that this may further isolate him from cats his own age, plus the favoritism, but now that she thought about it it wasn't like anyone else had asked to share her den. She honestly didn't mind sharing her den, it was spacious enough for company. If others asked she'd happily share her sleeping space, so it wasn't really favoritism. "Alright, you can move your nest in here, but only until I get everything sorted."
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Originally Posted by Raven~
For @Moonraven
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Lynxkit sat down next to Twilightstar. He raised his chin and blinked up at the WindClan leader. He listened to her attentively as Twilightstar searched for the right words to say. She would know right? Lynxkit but his lip. Hopefully she would know. Lynxkit worried about the pair more every day; he needed to know they were safe. The kit’s heart sank as Twilightstar went on to say that she couldn’t know for sure they were safe. But you’re the Clan leader! Lynxkit internally screamed. You SHOULD know! But Lynxkit respected the leader too much, and decided to let her continue speaking. Hm, so Twilightstar thought they were in StarClan. Lynxkit had heard stories of the Clan that lived in Silverpelt, how warriors who were lost went there. It didn’t make much sense to Lynxkit, though. Why would any self-respecting WindClan cat go to live with another Clan? Lynxkit tipped his head at Twilightstar’s question. “It’s not that I don’t think they’re not safe,” Lynxkit meowed slowly, looking for words to express his feelings in a way Twilightstar would understand. “But I just wanted to know why would they leave? Because WindClan is great, the best of all the Clans. So wouldn’t they want to stay? But they’re safe in StarClan, so maybe that’s why they left? I don’t know.” Lynxkit became flustered, his fur growing hot. He was spitting nonsense, to the leader of WindClan. He hoped Twilightstar didn’t see him as an incompetent kit who just couldn’t handle important conversations. Oh, please don’t think that!
Okay, so it would seem that the kit and the leader were on two very different pages. She was speaking believing that Lynxkit had a grasp on StarClan and death, but from what he was saying he did not. That made her wonder what the queens were teaching the little ones. She watched him grow flustered the more he spoke and a warm twinkle of amusement settle with her single eye. "You think our clanmates left us willingly," She replied in a soft voice. "but they didn't go to StarClan of their own free will. They didn't have much of a choice. They had to go StarClan, if they had a choice I'm sure that would have liked to stay with us. Do you know what death is?"
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Originally Posted by Oobleck
-Wrenpaw-
The young cat felt the muscles in her body relax. She didn't expect Twilightstar to be so forgiving. But it was clear the lilac she-cat had no intention of booting Wrenpaw. She would be able to stay, live and continue to assist the clan.
"The location is about two miles outside of the territory, and from what I can tell it's safe, I was there for a moon without incident." Of course, that didn't necessarily mean it was safe. A lump rose in her throat as she thought of what might happen to a patrol who took the wrong path or perhaps something moved while she was gone. A dog, a badger.
"Alright, give me a little time to think about how to handle this." Twilightstar told Wrenpaw after she gave her an idea of the distance. It wasn't incredibly far, but the outskirts were a dangerous place especially if you weren't certain where you were going. "Once I've settled on a plan of action I'll announce it to the clan at the next meeting." She told both the deputy and apprentice with a dismissive head nod, allowing them to leave if there was nothing more to add.
@NinjaBloss
Ryebuck
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Ryebuck grinned and padded forwards, not even noticing Squirrelear’s awkwardness, “Thanks, man, you’re a pal,” He purred, dropping onto a rock next to Squirrelear and rolling onto his back for a moment or two to soak up the sunshine before rolling back onto his belly and turning to look at his newfound companion, “I’m Ryebuck, y’know. Heard of me?” He asked this with a neutral face, but his tone clearly conveyed that he was aware of the rumors circling throughout WindClan about his “oddness”.
Ryebuck knew about the rumors. He didn’t care, though. Cats could think what they wanted, he couldn’t change that. As long as he did what he felt was right, Ryebuck didn’t mind the whispers. And as long as his clanmates stayed civil towards him and didn’t tease or belittle him for trying to stay in shape, he was civil- no, more than civil. More-so friendly- with them.
He flexed his claws contentedly against the rock, glad to give his muscles a little rest. He felt he’d earned it.
Ryebuck, despite some of his more unusual aspects, was a very insightful young tom. Most cats he came in contact with didn’t expect him to be, though, as they were mainly educated on him from the rumors or their own glimpses of him in the morning, and they didn’t know that he in fact had a very respectable personality, or even a brain, for that matter. Ryebuck usually played along with the act, though, as it was fun to play dumb sometimes, and it always got him more of a shocked expression from his companions when he actually said something smart.
Today, though, Ryebuck wasn’t going to play the game, he was tired from his workouts today and he actually hadn’t slept very well the night before, so he wasn’t going to toy with Squirrelear. “How’s your day been going so far?” He asked, genuinely wondering, “Have you done anything particularly interesting today?”
"I've only heard the rumors," Squirrelear admitted after a few moments of silent contemplating. Well, Ryebuck did seem nice, so maybe conversing wouldn't be too bad? At least, if his new acquaintance could lead the conversations.
Squirrelear watched Ryebuck stretch out in the sun and hummed, feeling the warmth of the sun on his own pelt. It felt nice, relaxing in the sun, but this was the first time he had done so with someone else. Perhaps he should ask his sister to join him at some point, but she was busy, from the looks of things, and he wasn't too social. Hence the aforementioned loner bring pleasantly surprised with Ryebuck, even if unknowingly so.
"Hmm... Not in particular," Squirrelear answered, tail moving slowly behind him. "I've just been sunbathing alone up until now. But I saw you doing... Something? I think? What was it, if you don't mind me asking?"
Weedkit sat huddled in his nest, situated in such a way that he was able to examine the nursery and what was happening in it. His watchful gaze swept to and fro. Every once and a while, his grayish-blue eyes would rest on a cat for a handful of seconds as he attempted to decipher what the cat was doing or talking about. His gaze fell on his muddled pile of sticks. There was quite the assortment of sizes- some no bigger than his paw, some nearly longer than his nest. He had been gathering sticks since his first day out of the nursery and now possessed no less than twenty sticks. His gaze flicked away from his cluster of twigs and returned to flitting around the nursery with interest.
Gingerheart had just squeezed her way into the nursery, thinking about her kits being late, when they decided it was time to make an appearance! She let out a loving sigh. Little troublemakers already. She laid into a nest that didn't smell of any cat and winced at the pain in her flank.
{Going to skip the actual kitting scene}
Finally done. She had done it. There were tears in her eyes as she looked at each of her kits. Five little ones. She thought, nosing each one to her belly. She looked up to Hawknight, wondering what was going through his mind. Kitting had been difficult for her, and had taken a long time. She wondered where her brother - Squirrelear - was. She looked down again to her kits. The first one, a ginger kit like her but with a white jaw, chest and belly along with black striped legs. She leaned down to him, nosing him softly. "Your name will be Raykit." She gave him a lick on the head.
Moving on to the next kit, another little tom. He was mostly white, but with black markings on his belly, jaw, chest, and legs. He also had little ginger tabby markings on his back and ginger markings on his face. "You are Sorrelkit." She nuzzled the little tom. The next kit - her first she-kit - was mostly white with black spots on her back, and the same black markings on her chest, belly, jaw, and legs as her brothers. The difference with her was that she had a ginger nose and a single stripe down her head. She thought of the names her and Hawknight had previously discussed. "You'll be Lightningkit." She thought the name was fitting hence the ginger stripe.
Two more kits to name. First was the last she-kit. She had white legs, chest, belly, muzzle, and jaw, with a ginger pelt that ended midway along her legs, a darker ginger back, and lighter ginger spots along her flanks and back. She had a longer tabby striped tail. A black stripe came down her forehead. "Your name is Sunkit."
Finally, her last kit. Her last son. She nosed his flank, gazing at his sandy colored fur with black dots. He had black legs, chest and belly, while his jaw, muzzle and nosebridge were white. He had big black ears and a darker ginger stripe that connected to his white nosebridge. "Bramblekit. That's a perfect name for you. Welcome, my kits, to WindClan." She purred to her kits before nosing Bramblekit again. He wasn't moving like the others. She listened to his flank. No breathing. She started to panic, and began licking his fur backwards, hoping it would help. She began to tear up. A stillborn kit... Great StarClan, why had you taken her child from her? She shook with grief of her son never being able to be an apprentice or a warrior.
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