WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Spartan-117]

@Guardian Fox

Bluefog glances around for the apprentice - Sleepypaw.

[Spartan-117]

@Rosepaaw

"Yes - and I apologize for what I... Said." She says, looking up at Rosestep, searching for anger in her eyes - expecting it after shes seen it in so many other's.

[Ymir]

The only thing in her eyes was a light layer of water

She got up waited for him to join her walking away towards camp
@Soldier

[Cinderspirit]

Stretching, Cinderspirit jumped up eagerly when she heard her name. The ThunderClan border, got it. She cast an eye around the camp, searching for the two cats mentioned. Who was it again? Oh yes, Adderfrost and Ryepaw. She didn't think she'd met those two before, and was excited to finally get a chance to stretch her legs. @★Star★ @effervescent.

[*longfire*]

lilyheart perked at her name the molly nodded" yes peachfrost" she said looking around for her patrolmates

Sheepbreeze ( @RedAnger ) and Glowpaw ( @furrensic )

[Weekend-Wondering]

Cricketkit
He/Him, handsome light brown tabby Tom with a dark brown mask around his green eyes


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The brown tabby kit muttered nonsense under his breath, eyes debating between glaring at the ground or Dapplebreeze. He scrambled through his mind, searching for more accusing words to throw at Dapplebreeze to defend himself from further embarrassment. Eventually, he reluctantly decided; enough was enough.No matter how much he didn’t like it, Dapplebreeze was a warrior. He had no way of changing that. Cricketkit would have to respect the patched she-cat, even if it meant causing himself a little bit of… feeling controlled. Argh… he thought, frustrated at the thought of feeling below the she-cat. So annoying! It’s gonna take such a darn long time for me to become a warrior! It was as if another fur along his neck prickled at the thought of each and every moon he would have to wait to become a warrior, even an apprentice. No doubt cats currently looked down at him, probably thinking, ‘Oh my gosh… he is SO cute when he’s angry!’ Well… I’LL SHOW THEM I’M NOT CUTE! His thoughts growled. Of course, that thought was interrupted by the image of an apprentice responding with, ‘That was cute of you to say.’ Or something. Cricketkit’s lip curled, and he shook the thought away.

Well, if Dapplebreeze ever laughed at him, called him cute, or teased him, she’d pay! Once I’m an apprentice… no one will ever even THINK to laugh at me! Cricketkit would’ve smirked, except his gaze was busy boring into the warrior angrily. Look angry… look intimidating! He advised himself, and sharpened his gaze. Not creepy! Finally, the brown tom tore his gaze from Dapplebreeze and he began to sweep speckles of soil off his ruffled pelt. As he groomed his current pelt of unsatisfying imperfection, Dapplebreeze coughed. On no… was Cricketkit standing too near a sick cat? With so many Windclan cats now making there way into the nursery, he wouldn’t want to catch anything!

A small and quiet rumble escaped his throat and he stepped back. Was he being dramatic? Well, he couldn’t decide if he hoped so or not. Was feeling weak really better than getting sick? It probably was, but he still hated it. Now, if he heard Dapplebreeze show any signs of sickness again, he was out. Don’t plan on getting sick today… he thought, imagining himself being cooped up in the medicine den, being force fed bitter leaves and other garbage Cowtuft always forced his patients to devour. Cricketkit shuddered at the thought. No way he would be one of those sick prisoners. Not today! Just then, he pricked his ears upright. Dapplebreeze was speaking to him. Well duh… she outta be apologizing for getting in my way!

As the former queen spoke to him, Cricketkit’s tail tapped repeatedly against the ground with annoyance. Dapplebreeze really wasn’t directly apologizing to him! She was asking for forgiveness… they weren’t the same thing. His lip curled again, a small tooth poking stubbornly from the side. Well, if Dapplebreeze was going to be so impolite, surely he had any right to hiss her out of it? Of course I do! After all, other cats seemed to be able to argue with one another whenever they felt they needed to get their opinions across.

Frustrated, he opened his jaws, almost letting a snappy comment escape his mouth when Dapplebreeze continued to speak. His fur was still risen and prickling, but it calmed a bit. He had to admit, what Dapplebreeze said to him made him feel good, even though seconds before he’d had the urge to snap at her. It sent a surge of the usual confidence back into his chest, and he straightened, lifting his brown chin. Well, naturally she thinks so! he thought cheerily. Someday, even the strongest warriors won’t be able to help but admire me! His cheeks lifted in a real smirk, and he sat down, head still lifted.

“Well, of course!” He meowed, pride edged in his tone. “I’ll be one of the greatest apprentices! One look at me once I’m finally a warrior, and those Shadowclanners- ALL the other clanners Will tremble!” He thought about his words a bit, realizing they could be interpreted in several different ways, only one of which he was aiming for. “Well like- a good kind of tremble. Well, not good, they’d be scared of course. But like- I’d still be a hero, not a villian!” He imagined himself standing, much older than a pathetic kit, sending all the other clans into a panic during a battle. Some would call him over imaginative, but he disagreed. Surely that would be him one day!
Clearly! He thought.

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~ @Alchemist Kitsune ~

[ophelia]

[ @x ghostie. ] - sorry for late response! requested extension in vms a couple days ago.
WHISPERSONG
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The lilac molly returned from the herb patrol, yellow bells in her maw. She'd collected three of them in total, and her apprentice had gathered a couple more. Approaching Cowtuft, she set them down gently. "There you go," she said softly. "Hope that was correct, we found a couple bushes near the hills," she explained.

[Ian]

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Fallownose
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Fallownose smiled gently at Bravebird, hoping that it would offer some comfort to the nervous molly. "Hopefully you will regain your memory with time, but even if you don't you'll always have a place in WindClan," he reassured her. The deputy didn't want Bravebird to think that remaining here hinged on her ability to regain her memories. Whether she did or not she would always be welcome here.

Fallownose gave a surprised blink at her snapped reply before his face broke into a grin. It seemed some of the old Bravebird was still in there, and he waved off the apology with a shake of his head. "Don't worry about it, Bravebird. As for Scalepaw, his training is going well. He seems to have muscle memory of what he's already learned, so I think he should be ready for his assessment after a few refresher lessons."

@daenerys @Moonraven

[Undertaker]

@ShadeCosmic. @Faith.
Leechscar jerked himself up and padded over to see the large she-cat who called him for patrols. He had heard some sort of illness was going around the camp, but since it hadn't affected him and as far as he knew no one among his kin, he hadn't bothered paying much mind to it other than the fact that it was bothering his mother. The point being, he assumed Fallownose must have caught it hence why Peachfrost was doing patrols.

His ears twitched as his patrol mates, two cats he's heard of and seen around camp but had no real interaction with, were summoned to patrol with him. The large gray tom took a seat, waiting for a moment longer for the two cats to come and join him and then he was gone. Er, actually he might go find the only other cat he could tolerate in this clan and take him with him instead. Going at it solo this time around wouldn't do considering Twilightstar had said not to long ago to be careful around ShadowClan's border.

[Pitou]

**Pignut**

The light-colored young scarred tom skirted easily over the moorland grasses and then slowed to pick his way deftly over the rocks. During the warmer moons these rocks were a treacherous test of his reflexes and senses, but now it was too cold for the deadly adders to move much so long as he kept his paws from slipping too far into any crevices. He pounced from one boulder to the next, his senses quickly picking up the scuffling of displaced mice. While the adders were sleeping, their prey took the advantage, so Pignut would gladly take the adders' losses. He quickly turned and pounced, landing neatly on a mouse before it could duck into a nearby herb patch. He hadn't specifically come out to hunt as much as to simply get out and away for a time. The walk had been swift enough but he now was feeling the biting chill as the wind swept through his short fur. So he picked up his mouse and hopped back over the rocks until his paws hit the terse grasses again then he took off at an even lope over the cold ground back to camp.