“Haha,no worries! “ Mushroomblossom laughed “I'm a warrior!” They replied, slightly embarrassed after being called a she-cat {Mushroomblossom is male and goes by He/They pronouns!}
Realizing how that might have sounded, Smokekit let out an apologetic sigh. I'm so sorry.... I uh meant... do you have kids or are you like, doing the cleaning to be nice? Smiling through this unbearable humiliation, she ruffled her ashy gray fur with an inward groan at how stupid she was being.
Coldsong's ears perked at Wolffang's name. Oh? He wasn't the only member returning today?
The former loner's eyes wandered toward a large tom nearby, who seemed to stir up all the commotion and attention. So you're Wolffang, eh? The other returning warrior looked about the same age as Coldsong, maybe a little younger, but he didn't ring any bells in Coldsong's mind. He wondered what might've happened to the tom. Did he leave, too? How long was he gone? Days? Moons? Seasons? Were disappearances and reappearances a normal thing in WindClan lately...?
Coldsong shook his head, swallowing the urge to approach Wolffang. He wanted to focus on the meeting, then worry about all this stuff afterwards. So, in his newly stiff fashion, he took a deep breath and returned his attention to Twilightstar, ready to hear about the Gorsekit's ceremony.
Tulippaw was focused on Twilightstar, waiting for whatever news there was, but a mew caught her attention. It was Scalepaw, and he was... asking who the most important cats in the Clan were? The beautiful calico turned abruptly. Scalepaw wasn't an Outsider; he'd been born and raised in WindClan. How did he not know who the high ranks were? Tulippaw couldn't let this go. She rose to her paws and padded over to the light-gray-and-black tom. "How could you possibly not know who the high ranks are?" she hissed under her breath. Tulippaw wasn't trying to be rude; she was just shocked. She was also aware of Twilightstar being right there, and despite Scalepaw being a featherbrain, she had a feeling that Twilightstar would blame her for being rude or something completely unfair like that. Why is the whole world against me? she wondered, and cleared her throat, making her voice as honey-sweet as possible.
"I apologize if I sounded a little rude; I was just surprised. After all, you're Clanborn, and the high ranks have been around your entire life," she meowed sweetly. "Twilightstar is the lilac-gray she-cat with all the scars. She's our leader and sitting on top of the Breezerock. Fallownose is the deputy - he's a dark gray tom with a white underbelly and paws. You'll know him when you see him. And Cowpaw is a massive white tom with black splotches. He's our medicine cat despite having an apprentice name. He should be getting his full name soon, though." Tulippaw drew back, sat down, and looked up at Twilightstar once more. Scalepaw must be the biggest hare-brain in the world! What did she have to announce?
So, a couple of Clanmates had returned. Interesting that Twilightstar bothered to announce them; if she announced returning Clanmates all the time, that would take up half of every meeting. Were they really important? Tulippaw felt a flicker of disappointment at the mention of Coldsong. Who in the name of StarClan was that? Some cats were glancing around, and eventually, she found out who he was. He was a tall, white-furred tom who was heavily scarred and missing his tail. Other than all the scars - Tulippaw felt a roiling in her stomach as she imagined receiving those herself - and picked up the other announcement, which marked the return of... Wolffang?
Wolffang had died. Tulippaw remembered that announcement. He had been killed by dogs. But he'd come back. The white, orange, and black she-cat remembered hearing something about a cat named Crowtooth, who had been killed during the battle for the Sky Glade and returned soon after. But it had been moons since Wolffang's demise. Had StarClan been unable to decide whether to return him or not? Or had it just taken them time to send him back? The afterlife was interesting, but Tulippaw knew how important StarClan was, and part of her was jealous that Wolffang had gotten that opportunity. Wouldn't it be so dramatic if she died and StarClan brought her back? They'd have to; she was too perfect and good-moraled to stay dead. I would be so special! But Tulippaw didn't want to die. The thought made her pelt crawl. I'll find plenty of other ways to be special, she assured herself.
At this point, Frostpaw was telling the truth fully. “I ran away from them because what if they don't forgive me? What if I'm the most hated cat in Windclan?” The apprentice replied, knowing this was probably all true.
Fallownose shook out his pelt to let the frustration of Frostpaw not listening to him go. She was young and would eventually understand what he had been trying to say. "I'm sure that's not true. How about you apologize to Badgerpaw and Twilightstar when we get back?" Without waiting long for a reply, the deputy kinked his tail over his back to signal her to follow him as he padded back towards WindClan camp.
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The slight edge on the warrior's voice made Snowypaw take a couple of steps back, his ears flattening with embarrassment. Had he said something wrong? Maybe he hadn't been supposed to ask about the jumping? Or perhaps he was supposed to have already known about moles, and was simply hopelessly behind on his education. Whatever it was, Snowypaw knew only one thing for certain. It was his fault.
Of course you would anger one of the easiest going warriors in the clan...
Snowypaw's tail lashed out in anger at himself, unnerved at how he didn't even know what he had done or said to have caused the tension evident on the large warrior's shoulders. Gratefully, despite his turned mood, Stonecrackle was still a gracious tom, and quickly explained the apprentice's questions. Had Snowypaw not been so mortified at his evidently horrendous behavior, the patched tom would have no doubt found Stonecrackle's explanation fascinating. Even in his current state, he couldn't help but be impressed. It wasn't every day cats could get close to foxes and escape unscathed. And Stonecrackle hadn't just done that... he had learned from them as well! Although he supposed that with the Maine Coon's massive size, he probably didn't seem like such an appetizing meal to a fox.
"S-sorry," Snowypaw whispered once he was certain he wouldn't interrupt the warrior, his gaze on his paws as he dipped his head in apology. He knew the warrior hadn't openly stated his annoyance, but the apprentice was hopeful that if he at least showed that he truly was sorry for doing whatever had caused him to turn so angry, perhaps that would appease him until he learned just what exactly it had been he'd done in the first place. Deciding to show some initiative, he flicked his feathery tail towards some holes close by, similar to those Stonecrackle had leaped at before. "I-I'll go look that way," he mumbled quietly, still avoiding the warrior's gaze as he turned towards the mole burrows, focusing his ears for any odd sound that might indicate there was a creature inside. Surely catching a mole would please the gray tom.
The slight edge on the warrior's voice made Snowypaw take a couple of steps back, his ears flattening with embarrassment. Had he said something wrong? Maybe he hadn't been supposed to ask about the jumping? Or perhaps he was supposed to have already known about moles, and was simply hopelessly behind on his education. Whatever it was, Snowypaw knew only one thing for certain. It was his fault.
Of course you would anger one of the easiest going warriors in the clan...
Snowypaw's tail lashed out in anger at himself, unnerved at how he didn't even know what he had done or said to have caused the tension evident on the large warrior's shoulders. Gratefully, despite his turned mood, Stonecrackle was still a gracious tom, and quickly explained the apprentice's questions. Had Snowypaw not been so mortified at his evidently horrendous behavior, the patched tom would have no doubt found Stonecrackle's explanation fascinating. Even in his current state, he couldn't help but be impressed. It wasn't every day cats could get close to foxes and escape unscathed. And Stonecrackle hadn't just done that... he had learned from them as well! Although he supposed that with the Maine Coon's massive size, he probably didn't seem like such an appetizing meal to a fox.
"S-sorry," Snowypaw whispered once he was certain he wouldn't interrupt the warrior, his gaze on his paws as he dipped his head in apology. He knew the warrior hadn't openly stated his annoyance, but the apprentice was hopeful that if he at least showed that he truly was sorry for doing whatever had caused him to turn so angry, perhaps that would appease him until he learned just what exactly it had been he'd done in the first place. Deciding to show some initiative, he flicked his feathery tail towards some holes close by, similar to those Stonecrackle had leaped at before. "I-I'll go look that way," he mumbled quietly, still avoiding the warrior's gaze as he turned towards the mole burrows, focusing his ears for any odd sound that might indicate there was a creature inside. Surely catching a mole would please the gray tom.
Stonecrackle softened "i'm sorry young one, my anger is not at you, but at someone else i fear might be nearby... so keep an eye out while your hunting please, i don't want you getting hurt by them..." stonecrackle sat down as he buried his mole "you have no reason to apoligize, if anyone does its me, i shouldn't have spoken to you like that when i was distracted young Snowypaw"
Wolffang tried to keep his gaze fixed on Twilightstar, but it was difficult to stop himself from glancing around and wondering what every cat was thinking of him. Had anyone noticed him yet? What would they think when she announced his return at the meeting? As his eyes traveled around his Clanmates, he spotted a slender, dainty calico apprentice with perfectly groomed fur talking sweetly to a light gray tom with black patches. He thought he recognized the calico as Tulippaw, and the patched tom was... Scalekit? Perhaps Scalepaw now. Anyway, he wasn't focused on the tom, but rather on the she-cat. Something about her appearance, her sleek fur, the way she held herself and the way her eyes glinted with unhappiness or annoyance despite her sweet voice... The glint was something no cat but Wolffang would probably notice. The only reason he'd detected it was because he'd been Rosebriar's brother and Featherwhisker's son. Tulippaw reminded him a little too much of them, and he didn't like it, so he turned away and focused on his leader as she began to speak.
Coldsong. The name was announced alongside his own. Wolffang recognized it, and as he searched the crowd, he also recognized the tall white tom, who had become quite heavily scarred. Wolffang's new scars paled in comparison to those. He wondered whether Coldsong had died and come back, like him, or if he'd left the Clan and come back. If so, it had been a long time ago; the large, dappled gray tom didn't think Coldsong had been around during his deputyship over four seasons ago. The brief distraction of Coldsong vanished as Wolffang remembered himself. Once again, the brief anxiety returned: what did his Clanmates think? He looked around, gauging their reactions.
Some cats weren't looking at him; they were too focused on Twilightstar and the meeting in general to. That was fine. Wolffang wasn't begging for attention as he might have done in the past, but he did hope that his Clanmates didn't have negative reactions, or at least cared a little about his return. Some cats glanced in his direction; there were some smiles and excited looks. The sturdy, muscular warrior felt himself begin to relax. No hatred or anger glinting in the eyes of his Clanmates as they gazed at him. Some didn't acknowledge him, which didn't bother him, and the others appeared happy. Glad to see him back. He spotted Toadpounce, but the black, gray, and white tom hadn't noticed him yet.
Wolffang was about to continue looking for other cats - Bravebird, Fernpaw, even Lioncloud, who still made his fur prickle with distrust and unhappiness - but he was distracted by the approach of a cat. Not one he knew, but a kit whose name he hadn't learned. He had dark gray fur with black markings and green eyes that were rounded with wonder and something that looked almost like admiration. He couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at the corners of his lips at the kit's curiosity. He wasn't sure why, but he felt something that was a little like his feelings toward Fernpaw. "Yes, I am," he replied in his usual voice - a bit deep and hardened, but soft around the edges with everything he'd experienced. "What's your name?" This kit must've been born before he'd come back, or at a time when Wolffang hadn't been able to learn his name.
There was an apprentice, Snowypaw - unfortunately not his half-sibling, whom he missed dearly - who seemed a little uncomfortable. Was it with him or something else? And then he heard a voice, one he recognized although he couldn't make out the words. It was his apprentice - former apprentice, Leechscar. The massive dark gray tom had already turned and was hurriedly padding away into the warriors' den. Perhaps I should talk to him after the meeting, Wolffang thought. He was not looking forward to that interaction, but it was something he had to get done. And maybe I can find Deadmoon... Bravebird... He'd have to speak with Lioncloud, too.
On another note, there was an apprentice to be made. Wolffang's bright yellow gaze shifted to Gorsekit, a fluffy brown-and-white tom-kit. He wondered who would mentor him. Surely not him. The former deputy had just returned, and... well, he could be a good mentor, but all of his apprentices either disappeared or he died before he got to train them properly. I really hope I get another apprentice. One who I can train adequately, Wolffang thought, awaiting the kit's ceremony.
Tulippaw was focused on Twilightstar, waiting for whatever news there was, but a mew caught her attention. It was Scalepaw, and he was... asking who the most important cats in the Clan were? The beautiful calico turned abruptly. Scalepaw wasn't an Outsider; he'd been born and raised in WindClan. How did he not know who the high ranks were? Tulippaw couldn't let this go. She rose to her paws and padded over to the light-gray-and-black tom. "How could you possibly not know who the high ranks are?" she hissed under her breath. Tulippaw wasn't trying to be rude; she was just shocked. She was also aware of Twilightstar being right there, and despite Scalepaw being a featherbrain, she had a feeling that Twilightstar would blame her for being rude or something completely unfair like that. Why is the whole world against me? she wondered, and cleared her throat, making her voice as honey-sweet as possible.
"I apologize if I sounded a little rude; I was just surprised. After all, you're Clanborn, and the high ranks have been around your entire life," she meowed sweetly. "Twilightstar is the lilac-gray she-cat with all the scars. She's our leader and sitting on top of the Breezerock. Fallownose is the deputy - he's a dark gray tom with a white underbelly and paws. You'll know him when you see him. And Cowpaw is a massive white tom with black splotches. He's our medicine cat despite having an apprentice name. He should be getting his full name soon, though." Tulippaw drew back, sat down, and looked up at Twilightstar once more. Scalepaw must be the biggest hare-brain in the world! What did she have to announce?
So, a couple of Clanmates had returned. Interesting that Twilightstar bothered to announce them; if she announced returning Clanmates all the time, that would take up half of every meeting. Were they really important? Tulippaw felt a flicker of disappointment at the mention of Coldsong. Who in the name of StarClan was that? Some cats were glancing around, and eventually, she found out who he was. He was a tall, white-furred tom who was heavily scarred and missing his tail. Other than all the scars - Tulippaw felt a roiling in her stomach as she imagined receiving those herself - and picked up the other announcement, which marked the return of... Wolffang?
Wolffang had died. Tulippaw remembered that announcement. He had been killed by dogs. But he'd come back. The white, orange, and black she-cat remembered hearing something about a cat named Crowtooth, who had been killed during the battle for the Sky Glade and returned soon after. But it had been moons since Wolffang's demise. Had StarClan been unable to decide whether to return him or not? Or had it just taken them time to send him back? The afterlife was interesting, but Tulippaw knew how important StarClan was, and part of her was jealous that Wolffang had gotten that opportunity. Wouldn't it be so dramatic if she died and StarClan brought her back? They'd have to; she was too perfect and good-moraled to stay dead. I would be so special! But Tulippaw didn't want to die. The thought made her pelt crawl. I'll find plenty of other ways to be special, she assured herself.
Scalepaw sat there thinking about who the cats were until Tulippaw came over and explained the tom listened but it didn't go so well" i'm sorry if i can't remember but i have difficult time who the other cats are including you erm who are you may i ask?" the tom asked as he was a bit hesitant a fear of trust rolled down his spine as his fur stuck up as if alarmed the tom didn't want to cause any trouble but to relearn stuff
Before Snowypaw could take his first step towards the mole burrows, the large, gray warrior's voice rang across the cliff, a softer tone to it than before. Hesitantly, Snowypaw turned to look at Stonecrackle, an apologetic look still etched on his young features. Giving a head tilt, he couldn't help as his eyes widened in worry at the mention of another nearby. His mind instantly went back to the scent of cats still lingering in the air. It had been mild enough that he assumed it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but if Stonecrackle had not only felt the scent but potentially recognized it, then perhaps there was reason to worry.
Curiosity pricked at his toes as he shifted his paws in thought, his feathery tail lazily swishing back and forth instinctively. He still couldn't feel any clan scent in the air, but Stonecrackle was obviously nervous about this scent. Snowypaw considered for a moment asking about who this mystery cat was. If it was a possible threat to the clan, then perhaps they should consider going back to camp and reporting to Fallownose or Twilightstar about potential intruders. But then, it was only a mild scent. For all he knew, the cat in question had simply passed through, crossing into WindClan territory but long gone by now. There was also the fact to consider that perhaps Stonecrackle simply did not wish to dwell on the matter. As far as the large apprentice was concerned, everyone was deserving of their own privacy, and he would rather stay in the dark if it meant peace of mind for a fellow clanmate.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to be careful. Giving a nod to let Stonecrackle know he understood, the patched apprentice tried to stand a little taller, hoping to give some semblance of confidence to appease his companion's mind. "It's okay. No harm done. I promise," Snowypaw mewed in earnest, a soft smile lifting the corners of his lips. "I'll keep my nose on the lookout for any intruders while we hunt. My nose is cursed to smell everything. Unless they hide their scent and come downwind, we can spot them," he finished in what he hoped was a light, jesting tone, his words significantly braver than he felt. Ear twitching anxiously, he turned to sniff the wind once more, making certain they were alone, still wondering if they should head back for now. A battle at the cliffs could prove to be disastrous, after all, and he did not want the large warrior to fall to his demise in order to protect him if it came down to a fight.
Before Snowypaw could take his first step towards the mole burrows, the large, gray warrior's voice rang across the cliff, a softer tone to it than before. Hesitantly, Snowypaw turned to look at Stonecrackle, an apologetic look still etched on his young features. Giving a head tilt, he couldn't help as his eyes widened in worry at the mention of another nearby. His mind instantly went back to the scent of cats still lingering in the air. It had been mild enough that he assumed it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but if Stonecrackle had not only felt the scent but potentially recognized it, then perhaps there was reason to worry.
Curiosity pricked at his toes as he shifted his paws in thought, his feathery tail lazily swishing back and forth instinctively. He still couldn't feel any clan scent in the air, but Stonecrackle was obviously nervous about this scent. Snowypaw considered for a moment asking about who this mystery cat was. If it was a possible threat to the clan, then perhaps they should consider going back to camp and reporting to Fallownose or Twilightstar about potential intruders. But then, it was only a mild scent. For all he knew, the cat in question had simply passed through, crossing into WindClan territory but long gone by now. There was also the fact to consider that perhaps Stonecrackle simply did not wish to dwell on the matter. As far as the large apprentice was concerned, everyone was deserving of their own privacy, and he would rather stay in the dark if it meant peace of mind for a fellow clanmate.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to be careful. Giving a nod to let Stonecrackle know he understood, the patched apprentice tried to stand a little taller, hoping to give some semblance of confidence to appease his companion's mind. "It's okay. No harm done. I promise," Snowypaw mewed in earnest, a soft smile lifting the corners of his lips. "I'll keep my nose on the lookout for any intruders while we hunt. My nose is cursed to smell everything. Unless they hide their scent and come downwind, we can spot them," he finished in what he hoped was a light, jesting tone, his words significantly braver than he felt. Ear twitching anxiously, he turned to sniff the wind once more, making certain they were alone, still wondering if they should head back for now. A battle at the cliffs could prove to be disastrous, after all, and he did not want the large warrior to fall to his demise in order to protect him if it came down to a fight.
"thats good young one... outsiders... is not to be trusted... " Stonecrackles eyes flashed briefly with what looked like pain and hurt... "poerhaps it be wise to fine another place to hunt, so not to run into... them..." Stonecrackle stood up "perhaps your other suggestion for hunting grounds would be better?"
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