WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Mayflower]

[poor cedar is NOT having a good day]
The ginger molly was barely even able to process Runningpaw's words before a fox came flying out of nowhere. Runningpaw didn't have family and now she feels slightly bad about that but she called her a pea-brain so should she? And now a fox was charging them. Cedarfoot's eyes widened as she dropped the quail, nearly frozen into place.
Not again. Not another hunting session, not another leg shredded apart, not another medicine cat telling her she lost partial movement in her leg. Not another apprentice hurt because they didn't listen. Not more injuries her fault. She didn't run last time, she thought she was hero, she was fully ready to die an apprentice to save her friend and mentor but no. She survived and got a damaged leg because of it. That fox came just for them. There was no prey to attract it, no food it was driven for. Maybe... maybe this one just wants the bird. That's it. The two can run and just hunt something else. Cedarfoot wished she could make that make sense, but no. It wasn't going for the Quail. It was going for them.
No. No no NO. This isn't happening again. Caracalspirit told me to run but I stayed. Hopefully Runningpaw can follow directions better. Damn foxes. Jolting back into reality as the fox approached fervently, she dashed over to Runningpaw and full force shoved her away from the bird. "Run. Maybe it'll get distracted by the quail. RUN!"
@Moon Lily

[Mango]

Originally Posted by elysian

@Shimm @Zesty Mango @~Lucid Dreams~ @Arie

Any other time, Bushkit would’ve been absolutely ecstatic about working with the deputy. He would’ve claimed that it would be what he truly deserved, to work with a high rank.

The young tom certainly wasn’t ecstatic about this.

Bushkit was grumpy. Not aggressive, not angry, just grumpy. This was actually pretty good for him, considering his usual temperament. It seemed guilt wore at the former apprentice more than he showed. Now, as much as he hated it, Bushkit would listen quietly. Gentlemoo would boss him around, some cranky elder would howl about politics, and Breezefeather would put the younger warrior into place. It was entertaining to watch, really. Until Breesefeather felt pity for him and apologized. While the kit wished to make a snarky comment how he didn’t need his pity, the dark brown cat would simply nod and face Brindlejaw. "...So I’ll get the moss," he said, looking back before heading out to grab fresh moss.

Gentlemoo flicked his tail,” Do you think you can find moss in camp, or shall someone escort someone else into the territory .” he asked in concern.

[wren]

The treat was slightly off putting. Twilightstar was serious.. and in all honesty he liked seeing her like that. Other times she was a nonchalant blob of pale fur and now.. it was getting more interesting. The toms tail curled over his back in amusement. He wouldn't let her know she had bothered him. Coyotesnarl hooked his claws into the dirt and grinned.

"I'd love to see that.. Next time Windclan has a whitecough outbreak with nothing to defend it" his ears flicked forward angling in on her. He would leave it at that. He had tested her boundaries far enough for today. Perhaps an apology was in order.. or maybe not. He would see how he felt by the end of the day. Giving his tail a flick he turned and took his leave.

@Moonraven

[vellichor]

@Zesty Mango

Suppressing a growl, Bushkit remarked, "I’m eight moons moons old and I’ve been outside camp before. I’m pretty sure I can handle going a few tail-lengths out to grab some moss." 'o wise leader', he had wanted to add. But he was on thin ice as is, and decided to keep that little tidbit to himself.

[lucidense]

Jaggedstone sighed softly. He was getting older, and kits and apprentices were getting tired of his stories. His moss felt cold, his limbs felt stiff. (Should Jaggedstone die?) "That tick has been bothering all day." His boomerang like tail swished over the moss. He didn't look so good. @Shimm @elysian

[Mango]

Originally Posted by elysian

@Zesty Mango

Suppressing a growl, Bushkit remarked, "I’m eight moons moons old and I’ve been outside camp before. I’m pretty sure I can handle going a few tail-lengths out to grab some moss." 'o wise leader', he had wanted to add. But he was on thin ice as is, and decided to keep that little tidbit to himself.

Gentlemoo flicked his tail,” Well, last I checked...Bushkit...kits, no matter how old the kit is, isn’t allowed outside of camp, and I believe Twilightstar doesn’t want you leaving camp until you regain your rank as apprentice.“ he meowed,” if you ask nicely, maybe Dimtail can go fetch it for you.”

[Abyssopelagic]

Dimtail glowered at Skypaw when he offered to take his clanmates punishment. It wasn't exactly punishment if the cat it was intended for doesn't receive it. When Twilightstar addressed him, he forced his expression to be neutral. "I don't mind looking after extra cats for the pest collecting if that's what is needed."

@Moonraven

[vellichor]

@Zesty Mango @~Lucid Dreams~

Now the warrior was just getting on his nerves. "I was told to do this. You aren’t my mentor, and you aren’t my leader. I need to fetch moss for Jaggedstone. And the longer you sit here and call me a kit, the longer Jaggedstone sits on old moss. I’m going to get moss. It’s only a few tail-lengths out of camp. Hell, you can even watch me! But I’m going now." With that, Bushkit nodded at Jaggedstone, a silent promise to come back with moss, and exited the den.

[wren]

The toms eyes softened gingerly at Oddears cry. Not that he had ever felt a loss.. as personal like family. He hadn't known them and thus wasn't sad he didn't have that comfort of blood relatives. Looking now at Oddear he couldn't... He couldn't figure out why this was so hard. This tom was his family.. his world. Seeing him hurt over something he didn't understand was a helpless feeling.. one he couldn't stand.

"that isn't your fault..." his voice was smooth as he leaned forward to rest his own chin over the warriors head. Coyotesnarl blinked a few times feeling the own heat of his face.. He wasn't going to cry was he? no. "You cannot place something on your shoulders that sin't a burden meant for you. He was his own cat... He was growing up into
wonderful tom. However you can't blame yourself.. not for this"

@S-oft

Feeling the heat return to her face as Heathernose scooted into her nest the she cat raised a paw offering her as much space as she should. (Wolfbound was... quite a fair bit bigger than the average molly) 'I'm an aggressive sleeper" the she cat mused glancing up at the tortoiseshell.

Wincing at the sound of those around her she quieted down offering the warrior a rather sheepish look. "I appreciate the help" she rasped under her breath offering a friendly blink. "You know me.. not flexible enough to get all the spots"

@Beau
(No no I was the late response haha, I don't seem to have much wolf inspiration lately so I'm sorry for that too!)

[dionysus]

[ @wren ]

“Oh come on,” Rushingmoor snorted with a roll of his eyes, “you’re a medicine cat. You’re whole job is to heal cats- are you really gonna let your hypothetically sick clan mates die over some pity party cause you can’t cut up a cat with impunity?”

The striped tom didn’t have a problem with Coyetesnarl in general, as some cats seemed to have, but he couldn’t help feeling it was a bit ridiculous to threaten not to heal future sick cats because of a reprimand from Twilighstar. Technically, she was within her rights to do anything that she’d threatened. Oh well, maybe he shouldn’t have gotten involved. It was more of a knee jerk reaction and he sighed quietly to himself as he realized the fuss it would likely bring.