WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[epicstinkyman]

He stayed behind, allowing the grieving more space. It truly wasn't his business, considering he had never been close with the cat. However, he still felt unhappy that a clanmate had died.. One of his own, even.

[poppy]

[ @NinjaBloss ]

Aspenstrike quickly noticed her mate leave the nursery, and the molly felt a pit in her stomach from the expression on her beloved's face. She so sad, so broken. The Abyssinian could only assume that she looked the same way. The loss of their daughter had hit them hard, and she was sure that Shiningskies was combating the same of guilt that she was.

Quickly making her way over to her fluffy ginger mate, the maple furred molly tried to press against her and nuzzle her gently. She hadn't really said much since Squirrelkit died, her daughter's death had stolen any sensible words that she could have said, so she just tried to comfort her mate non-verbally, offering a shoulder to lean or cry on should she need it. It was all she felt capable of doing.

[mooncake]

Originally Posted by Soldier

Mistkit waits for a moment before she offers a quick smile. "That is amazing!" She pauses, tilting her head before her cheeks flush under her fur. "Um.. D-do you like stories?"

Specklekit shrugged. "Dunno. Never really been in the elder's den before. I do like games though!"

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by mooncake

Specklekit shrugged. "Dunno. Never really been in the elder's den before. I do like games though!"

"What games? I don't have siblings, so I've never played games." Mistkit says sadly, looking at Specklekit curiously. Her eyes are bright and trusting, although she doesn't really trust anycat.

[mooncake]

Originally Posted by Soldier

"What games? I don't have siblings, so I've never played games." Mistkit says sadly, looking at Specklekit curiously. Her eyes are bright and trusting, although she doesn't really trust anycat.

Specklekit tipped her head to the side. "I don't either! I made friends with the kits in the nursery! Magnoliakit and Cedarkit!" she said happily. It felt weird to call Magnoliakit anything but her nickname.

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by mooncake

Specklekit tipped her head to the side. "I don't either! I made friends with the kits in the nursery! Magnoliakit and Cedarkit!" she said happily. It felt weird to call Magnoliakit anything but her nickname.

Mistkit smiles softly. "That is nice." She says. At least you have friends. She thinks the second thing to herself, looking away at the meanness of the thought.

[Snipthicket]

Snippaw
He/him

He stood from his nest, stretching out each leg individually before walking from the den to begin his first day of training
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Sorry, I'm brand new to this, lmao.

[teddy.]

꒰ Raventhunder ↯ ꒱
he him his . they them theirs
a large, musclar, black cat with a thick black mane and dark rosette markings across their pelt. they're missing their back left leg, entire body covered in harsh scars.

Raventhunder waited; sunk into a dip in the uneven landscape of the cliff, their eyes were fixed onto an obnoxious seagull that swquaked and called a pawful of tail lengths away from fhe cliffs edge that was parallel to them both.

he waited and waited and waited and waited. creeping forwards every few moments when the winds died down and his scent was still hidden by the scent of the ocean
salt.

He pounced; landing directly onto the feathery seabird. Thick fangs pierced its throat, taste of copper hit their tongue as blood stained the birds throat feathers. All the while, their claws had been pinning the struggling bied down to the ground.

the feathers would make a lovely treat for Windclan kits! With the birds neck limp in their maw, Raventhunder began to make the awkward hobble back to camp.

[teddy.]

꒰ Raventhunder ↯ ꒱
he him his . they them theirs
a large, musclar, black cat with a thick black mane and dark rosette markings across their pelt. they're missing their back left leg, entire body covered in harsh scars.

hunting post link

Raventhunder dragged the seagull back into camp; they settled down besides the prey pile and began to use their rough tongue to pluck black and white feathers from the birds lifeless body. They focused on picking out larger, prettier feathers from the birds wings.

The half plucked seabirds body was gently settled on top of the prey pile once they were done. A few blood-stained feathers and twisted flight feathers were left discarded on the side of the preypile.

Raventhunder stalked off to the nursery with their collection of feathers.

[ 8 + 1 = 9 ]
the prey pile contains:
three rabbits | one crow | three mice | one hawk | one seagull

[teddy.]

꒰ Raventhunder ↯ ꒱
he him his . they them theirs
a large, musclar, black cat with a thick black mane and dark rosette markings across their pelt. they're missing their back left leg, entire body covered in harsh scars.

OPEN!!!

Raventhunder ducked his head as he entered the den; the smell of milk filling his nose. If his mouth wasn't full of feathers, he would have smiled.

He took a few steps inside, coming to the middle of the sen, before dropping a large amount of white and black seagull feathers onto the floor.

"I bring a gift," he purred out; his rough voice was somehow soft as he sat back, giving his black mane a few licks to detangle any snow that may still be clinging to it.

the snow and weather had been harsh on them all; especially the little ones. A gift would do good to uplift their spirits!