Fallownose quickly shot a paw out to pull the weird twoleg object away from Ferrekit and their eager jaws. "No! Don't put that in your mouth, you don't know where it's been. It could be dangerous, where did you find it?" the deputy fretted, debating if he should take the kit to get checked out by Cowpaw to make sure the object hadn't harmed him.
Fallownose was slightly taken aback by how ravenous Bravebird was. He knew she was a good hunter, so why hadn't she been able to catch something after she had revived? The tom's confusion was soon explained and worsened all at the same time when Bravebird finished the rabbit and asked who he was. She didn't remember anything.
"Oh um, yes. Bravebird is your name, and I'm Fallownose. We are... were, friends. You're on WindClan territory, and WindClan is your home. It's where you were born and where you grew up, until a mysterious disease killed you. StarClan seems to have brought you back," Fallownose explained, doing his best to disguise the hurt at not being remembered while searching her eyes desperately for any sign of recognition. Maybe she just needed a nudge to help her recall everything?
Fallownose watched in concern as she lay down, but it seemed it was just exhaustion as he didn't see any open wounds and couldn't scent any blood on her. "Why did you go out and hunt without a warrior? You know it's against the rules, exactly for this reason."
"I- Im sorry, ill take any punishment, im sorry." She said, her ears flopping back in regret
Fallownose's gaze moved to Twilightstar as she made her presence known, ignoring Aspenstrike as she stormed off. Perhaps bringing up her past like that was a bit harsh, but she was about to escort a ShadowClan warrior off their territory who was about to snatch one of their kits. The leader quickly made it be known that they would not be killing the warrior, and Fallownose could somewhat understand why, even if Dawnstar would not have given WindClan the same courtesy. The ShadowClan warrior's continued defiance made it extremely hard for him to keep a hold of his temper, however. At least he knew that the cat wouldn't be getting away with it considering Dawnstar's attitude. That is, if she hadn't put him up to it in the first place.
"I understand, Twilightstar. I would like to come on the patrol. And you, ShadowClan cat, I don't think you quite understand your position. You are surrounded, in our camp. I would suggest you back down and stop throwing threats around you can't back up. And don't you dare snarl at Snowypaw again," the deputy hissed lowly as he positioned himself between Snowypaw and Vixendance incase the ShadowClan cat tried anything stupid.
"Snowypaw, head back to the apprentices den. We have the situation handled." Fallownose really didn't want to have to worry about the apprentice in case Vixendance attacked, and on top of that Snowypaw was only escalating the situation. And if Snowypaw provoked the ShadowClan warrior into attacking, then Fallownose would certainly kill him, and that probably wouldn't make Twilightstar all that happy.
Ashclaw sighed as he began wishing life wasn't hard" fireflymeadow i'm sorry, milkpaw i'm sorry" he said hanging his head down to finally give respect to fireflymeadow, he lifted his head and continued walking on with his tail dragging in the snow" am i doing something wrong? am i not being the best father?" he asked himself as he started getting a headache from the emotions, the tom shook his head" I should have been yelled at, i'm more of a father to ashpaw and a mentor to ashpaw but i'm nothing to to the kids, starclan tell me what i'm doing wrong! tell me!" he said to himself then looking to the sky wanting answers
@Wingnettle
Ashclaw looked around the clearing sighing he turned to the apprentice den huffing then turning his head he looked around" I need another warrior to join me on a territory patrol i will not explain why i will leave all the information to twilightstar I just need a warrior to come with me on a territory patrol!" his voice was stern and loud enough for the clan
[open to 1 warrior to join i will not have ashclaw join first warrior that joins him and they will be off to the territory!]
(are just warriors allowed or are apprentices ok?)
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Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with light cream-gray fluff covering the front of his neck and chest; amber eyes.
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Wolffang padded through the camp entrance, his extremities numb and his legs dusted with snow up to the knees. It was a cold leaf-bare day, and dark gray clouds covered the sky, but it was surprisingly warm for a day this deep into the season. Not that it wasn't unpleasant, but it could've been a lot worse. I should've caught that rabbit. Annoyance flared from the pit of his stomach. Prey was scarce, so catches shouldn't be missed - least of all by Wolffang, who had been hunting on WindClan's moor for seasons. It was practically begging to be caught, especially on a warmer day like this. But he supposed the other animals were burrowed deep underground, hiding from the imposing clouds, and that only the rabbit had been brave enough to venture out of hiding to enjoy a snippet of warmth. And I missed it, he thought, his paws tingling and his eyes narrowed with self-frustration.
The large, muscular tom had hardly put a paw in the clearing when he heard Twilightstar's meeting call ring out through the chilled, still air. He lifted his broad head, spotting his leader sitting on the Breezerock. She would've been hard to make out had he not known her so well; her lilac-gray pelt blended in with the rock and the clouds, and her small, slender frame diminished her appearance. But it did not diminish her authority or regal nature, and Wolffang's ear pricked. He'd missed the last meeting, and he wanted to make a point of attending them more often, showing support for his leader and his Clan. I heard there was an exile last time. One of the former queens, Willowsky, had attacked her own daughter, Twistedpaw - whose name reminded him a little too much of Ashfeather's - in some sort of convuluted rage. It did not sit right with him; how could it? Queens are supposed to care for their kits, not attack them. His pelt almost prickled, but he kept it flat - at least, as flat as it could get while it was ruffled up against the cold. How unhinged and disloyal can some cats get?
Then again, in the past, Wolffang would've been more than willing to hurt a Clanmate who he viewed as "unworthy" or "different."
Pushing what he'd heard of the Clan's previous gathering out of his mind and any thoughts of the horrible things his past self might have done, Wolffang walked toward the Breezerock. He saw no need to wash the snow from his legs; he was walking through it, anyway, and he wasn't the only cat with a slightly off appearance. Certainly, his pelt wasn't the only one fluffed out. Although it was more noticeable in the large warrior - he would've looked like a burr had he not kept his pelt clean. Should he sit next to someone? He scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces, and quickly spotted Snowybreeze. The massive, white-furred warrior was already sitting with an apprentice, so he didn't want to intrude. Is Leopardsong here? He felt a nervous sort of flutter in his chest, but- Nope. He couldn't see her distinctive brown leopard spots or delicate frame. I suppose I'll be sitting alone, then. The Clan had already gathered, and Twilightstar was calling cats up, so Wolffang promptly found a spot to sit among the middle - not the front, not the back, but a nice place where he could observe the meeting.
A kit, Littlekit, had been called up for her apprentice ceremony. And two apprentices, Badgerpaw and Berrypaw, were becoming warriors. Warmth blossomed within Wolffang's chest. Two new warriors. After so many moons of reassignments and no new warriors, it was so gratifying to see the influx. First Snowybreeze, now these two young cats. Berrypaw, he noticed, was sitting next to Snowybreeze. He spotted Badgerpaw and Littlekit among the crowd, too. Good. They're here. Not that any cat in their right mind would miss such important life events, but... Well, Gorsepaw had. Wolffang still kept that in mind for his apprentice, wanting to make sure he didn't miss anything else that was important in the future, but it wasn't like he held that against the brown-and-white tom too much. Wolffang was getting used to the fact that not everyone was as on-point with Clan life as he was, and there was a time, too, when he'd been too distracted for his own good. But he didn't like to think of that. That was a little different. Anyway, he wasn't here to dwell on anyone's mishaps or past mistakes. An apprentice and two warriors were about to be made. This was a cause for happiness and celebration.
How tough could grooming be?! Usually, it was easy for Tulippaw to keep her perfect pelt pristine, but for some reason, there was a knot on her shoulder that just wouldn't get undone. Seriously, she wouldn't be surprised if Burrpaw had messed with her fur while she'd been asleep. If he did, he'll regret ever being kitted! Tulippaw went over a variety of ways to get her "fellow" apprentice in trouble in her head, but she quickly lost interest as she refocused on her stubborn shoulder. Her pink tongue rasped viciously, flashing bright pink against faintly-striped orange, and bit by bit, the knot that had been pestering her for the past minute or so began to untangle. Thank StarClan! She almost sighed in relief, but she was too busy unwinding the knot. Once it was finally out, she straightened and tried to remember what had just happened.
Oh! Twilightstar had called a Clan meeting! Tulippaw shot to her paws - elegantly, of course - and strolled out of the apprentices' den. A blast of cold air hit her, and she flinched against it, but she couldn't miss any more meetings. There was too much to catch up on, too much gossip. Last meeting, a queen had attacked her own kit, for StarClan's sake! How dreadful! And dramatic! Pheasantgaze certainly wouldn't have attacked Tulippaw or her siblings, nor would Oakshade. Although, her slightly-uncharacteristic-but-now-somewhat-common-inner-voice murmured, it's not as bad as what Dusktalon did. Her stomach lurched. Dusktalon had killed his own kits, but... Well, that was a whole other matter.
But it was one that had been taking its toll on Tulippaw. The dainty calico she-cat strolled with the utmost grace, even through the slippery and paw-numbing snow, and her head was held high; however, her elegantly long tail drooped, and her façade didn't hide the lack of vigor in her gait. Her ribs were beginning to grow more visible despite the wall of thick and sleek - albeit short - fur that covered them, standing out more intensely than her slender frame allowed. She was too busy thinking, too busy stressing, too busy contemplating. Life as an apprentice was supposed to be the best thing in the world - well, besides being a warrior, of course. So why had it been so cruel to Tulippaw, who was most certainly the best, most beautiful and perfect cat in the entire Clan, in all four Clans? Why had it taken away her family and friends, made her Clanmates blind to basic manners, given her her tormentor, Burrpaw, made Sorrelhawk delay her training by a whole moon because of his incompetence, then given her Hawkblaze and his deceased Dark Forest father, Dusktalon? It was getting to be a lot to bear.
She'd started eating less. She'd started focusing more on training. Her skills were sharpening, but so were her ribs, and Tulippaw had been feeling a little... off. She blamed Hawkblaze and Dusktalon, and... Well, she was surprisingly tolerant of everything. So what if she missed a meal? So what if her eyes were getting a little crusty and her steps a little less confident? That's not a good thing. Maybe my Clanmates will notice, and they'll coddle me, treating me like the best thing in the world - which I am. Tulippaw didn't want to be in this funk, but if this was how things were, well, better make the best of it, as she'd been doing her whole life. Oh, how she craved attention... She deserved it after everything she'd been through. And it's sickening that a cat from the Dark Forest is the one who's been treating me the best as of late. That was still more than a little disturbing.
Tulippaw sat. Usually, she remained composed and elegant, but a chill ran through her as her rear end settled in the snow. She kept her posture straight and her chin tipped up, keeping her eyes on the leader, whose lilac-gray pelt blended with the disturbingly dark clouds despite the air having less of a bite. However, though her composure was upright, her posture was slightly off, and her eyelids were a little droopy. Her thoughts were caught between I must look as dignified and elegant as possible and Oh, poor me! My Clanmates must see how sick I am! She settled on a compromise: as much as she wanted to interrupt the meeting as dramatically as possible with some kind of "oh no, I'm sick!", her Clanmates had a bit of an odd mindset, and Tulippaw was worried she'd get in trouble. For being sick. How ridiculous was that? And if someone noticed her slightly off mannerisms? Well, not her fault! And-
Wait, what had Twilightstar said? Tulippaw's attention rapidly snapped to her leader. A new apprentice and two new warriors. Littlekit, Berrypaw, and... Badgerpaw?! Tulippaw's head swung around, almost upsetting her balance, and her vivid green gaze caught sight of Badgerpaw. His black-and-white fur was... well, not as messy as it usually was, but he was becoming a warrior?! The calico could only stare. Badgerpaw had joined the Clan after Tulippaw became an apprentice! Tulippaw should've become a warrior first - StarClan forbid at the same time as him. I did miss out on a moon of training, and he might've been older than six moons when he joined... But still! Tulippaw's black tail-tip twitched erratically. What if he teased her about it? Held it over her head? Oh, I'll certainly find a way to get him in trouble if he does! Tulippaw had been through enough. She didn't need Badger - no, Burrpaw humiliating her and using his status as Twilightstar's apprentice to make her life even worse. Not after everything he'd done to her. And all because she'd criticized his pelt. Tulippaw knew to be more careful with what she said now, but still.
At least he'll be out of the apprentices' den, she thought. Now she wouldn't have to deal with his annoying presence. And, as a warrior, he'd certainly get in much more trouble for hurting an apprentice. Not that Tulippaw had any real plans for the time being. It was only if Burrpaw proved to be a, well, burr in her pelt. But she would not let go of the possibility. Maybe I could also make him feel sympathy for me, she suggested silently, remembering the sympathy in his green eyes when she'd initially told him her tragic tale. He sees that I'm sick, I tell him all the things he did to me and how he's hurt me so, so much over a completely harmless comment I made over his pelt... Tulippaw was making herself the victim, but she was totally in the right.
Puddle'Paw laid down in her moss den, different feathers stuck out from it as decoration from her sister. She yawned slowly before sitting up and grooming her front paw.
Puddle'Paw laid down in her moss den, different feathers stuck out from it as decoration from her sister. She yawned slowly before sitting up and grooming her front paw.
Re: WindClan - Missing & Joining
