WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[graves]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

A dark colored tom padded into the clearing, soft eyes looking around as he settled down. He'd had enough of drama for a little while... enough to last him a lifetime, actually, but that was his curse. The price of being friends with a bunch of she cats was bound to come with some downsides - lots of downsides, maybe - and one of those was the drama of it all. The only she cats who were seperate from that drama were Infernosky and Jitterpaw, and he wasn't planning in involving them in it. It was like having two parts of his life - two seperate parts that were unique and he liked keeping them like it. Rainpaw was in the no-drama part of his life... well, now he was, anyways. He was getting along much better with his apprentice these days. Russel, along with the two she cats mentioned earlier, was in it. Other then that? Nope, there weren't many cats who weren't involved in his drama. And he needed more of them. More friends who were going to be... different, at least that was the hope. Even if they had their own drama, that would be fine, just - staying out of the mixed up web that he was currently trying to untangle. This was why he had tried to stay away from falling in love... from getting crushes... because they always came with more trouble then they were worth.

@woly

larkfall peered around the clearing for cuckoosnarl. the tom controlled most of his actions, almost all of them actually. he was sacred to even look at a cat unless he wanted to face one of his..punishments. but he loved his mate, of course. he would do anything for him. but he missed talking to others. cuckoo didnt like him talking to other toms, despite him wandering with other toms every day..romantically..it hurt. creeping slowly out of the warriors den larkfall looked almost..scared. scared to even be looked at, to even be seen. he avoided eye contact with most cats. ever since he had fallen inlove with cuckoo he had taken over his life. isolating from his friends and loved ones. everything. but thats all who he needed, right? cuckoo said he loved him, that he would take care of him. thats all he needed. so he would be a good lover and try to avoid talking to toms while he was away. walking into the clearing he kept his body low and close to the ground, green eyes towards the ground at he stared towards the freshkill pile. usually hed have to ask cuckoo if he could eat, but he wasnt here, maybe he could sneak something. leaning towards it he grabbed a small mouse, nothing to greedy, placing it infront of him. god was he hungry, he couldnt really remember the last time he had eaten a full and healthy meal

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[meraki]

@itsyaboirussetbird
"Don't let your head get in the way of your heart!" Was an expression that Mintkit heard most frequently. Nearly every cat knew of Mintkit's narcissistic manor and swagger, though he was far more stubborn than one might think, and the young tomcat was growing tired and vexed by the Elder's critical ways. Of course, the young grey tom was completely oblivious to his own cocky ways and could hardly imagine not having the self-absorbed thoughts that frequently spiralled in his cranium. Mintkit hadn't ever had a single doubting thought in his entire 3 moons of life, and he wasn't planning on ever second guessing his cruse nature. According to the Queens that resided in the Nursery, he was 'far too young to be having such a personality.' The Queens just loved to talk about him behind his and his mother's back; petty drama was what kept these bored she-cats going. Though who could blame them, being stuck in a claustrophobic den filled with boisterous kits for several moons could make even the littlest story become interesting. Mintkit was no fool and he often called the older cats out on their rude behaviour. If he overheard one of them talking about his ungroomed pelt, he'd be on them in a flash with a retort that could leave them speechless.

Mintkit was not an awful tom, he wasn't mean-not really. He had friends, but not many. Most of the kits his age disliked him because he did nothing but talk about himself. But he had his brother Maplekit, who, unlike the other kits, was actually fun to have around. Maplekit loved to explore and always brought Mintkit along with him. He was nice, friendly, and didn't judge Mintkit like other cats would. They'd always been close, and Mintkit planned on keeping it that way. So long as he had one friend, even if they were siblings, he wasn't lonely. And he had himself of course! Being a friend to yourself was just if not more important than being a friend to others, at least in Mintkit's opinion. It was quite nice to not have to worry over every word that came out of his mouth; he said everything with absolute certainty. Even if most of what he said was biased, Mintkit hadn't a single doubt that he was correct and whoever he was speaking to was wrong. But this tended to cloud his thoughts and made him seem irrational, though he'd never admit this to be true; not in a million moons.

It was a nice day; a breezy day. The morning sun had risen and hung above Mintkit's head like a firefly in green leaf. The sky was overcast with clouds, though the bright, firey orb in the sky managed to seep its glowing rays through the greying clouds and down, onto the clans below. An early morning zephyr rustled the grey pelt of the young tom, while his mint-green eyes focused on the camp and his clan mates around him. Mintkit was laying out in the clearing, just outside of the nursery where old and young kits screeched and giggled and Queens whispered secrets with no meaning. He'd only been alive for 3 moons, and Mintkit was already tiring of being a kit. Mintkit wanted to be an apprentice. He wanted to be able to go out into the territory, practice fighting with warriors, and be trained by only the clan's best. But even more so did he want to be a warrior. The warriors were strong, brave, courageous. They risked their lives for the clan, hunted for prey to feed them all, and kept order in the clans.

If Mintkit closed his eyes and shut out every sound, he could almost smell the rabbit that he would chase through the moor, it's white tail bobbing up and down as it ran. And he'd be running too. Faster and faster he'd go, until he'd snatch up the rodent and bring it back to the clan, head held high and proud as the fresh kill hung limply from his strong jaws. He'd place the rabbit in the fresh kill pile and he'd receive praise for catching the largest rabbit WindClan had ever seen. But a loud noise from the Nursery completely disrupted Mintkit's daydream. He heard no praise, just kits fighting over a leaf and warriors snoring.

[russet]

Originally Posted by meraki

@itsyaboirussetbird
"Don't let your head get in the way of your heart!" Was an expression that Mintkit heard most frequently. Nearly every cat knew of Mintkit's narcissistic manor and swagger, though he was far more stubborn than one might think, and the young tomcat was growing tired and vexed by the Elder's critical ways. Of course, the young grey tom was completely oblivious to his own cocky ways and could hardly imagine not having the self-absorbed thoughts that frequently spiralled in his cranium. Mintkit hadn't ever had a single doubting thought in his entire 3 moons of life, and he wasn't planning on ever second guessing his cruse nature. According to the Queens that resided in the Nursery, he was 'far too young to be having such a personality.' The Queens just loved to talk about him behind his and his mother's back; petty drama was what kept these bored she-cats going. Though who could blame them, being stuck in a claustrophobic den filled with boisterous kits for several moons could make even the littlest story become interesting. Mintkit was no fool and he often called the older cats out on their rude behaviour. If he overheard one of them talking about his ungroomed pelt, he'd be on them in a flash with a retort that could leave them speechless.

Mintkit was not an awful tom, he wasn't mean-not really. He had friends, but not many. Most of the kits his age disliked him because he did nothing but talk about himself. But he had his brother Maplekit, who, unlike the other kits, was actually fun to have around. Maplekit loved to explore and always brought Mintkit along with him. He was nice, friendly, and didn't judge Mintkit like other cats would. They'd always been close, and Mintkit planned on keeping it that way. So long as he had one friend, even if they were siblings, he wasn't lonely. And he had himself of course! Being a friend to yourself was just if not more important than being a friend to others, at least in Mintkit's opinion. It was quite nice to not have to worry over every word that came out of his mouth; he said everything with absolute certainty. Even if most of what he said was biased, Mintkit hadn't a single doubt that he was correct and whoever he was speaking to was wrong. But this tended to cloud his thoughts and made him seem irrational, though he'd never admit this to be true; not in a million moons.

It was a nice day; a breezy day. The morning sun had risen and hung above Mintkit's head like a firefly in green leaf. The sky was overcast with clouds, though the bright, furry orb in the sky managed to seep its glowing rays through the greying clouds and down, onto the clans below. An early morning zephyr rustled the grey pelt of the young tom, while his mint-green eyes focused on the camp and his clan mates around him. Mintkit was laying out in the clearing, just outside of the nursery where old and young kits screeched and giggled and Queens whispered secrets with no meaning. He'd only been alive for 3 moons, and Mintkit was already tiring of being a kit. Mintkit wanted to be an apprentice. He wanted to be able to go out into the territory, practice fighting with warriors, and be trained by only the clan's best. But even more so did he want to be a warrior. The warriors were strong, brave, courageous. They risked their lives for the clan, hunted for prey to feed them all, and kept order in the clans.

If Mintkit closed his eyes and shut out every sound, he could almost smell the rabbit that he would chase through the moor, it's white tail bobbing up and down as it ran. And he'd be running too. Faster and faster he'd go, until he'd snatch up the rodent and bring it back to the clan, head held high and proud as the fresh kill hung limply from his strong jaws. He'd place the rabbit in the fresh kill pile and he'd receive praise for catching the largest rabbit WindClan had ever seen. But a loud noise from the Nursery completely disrupted Mintkit's daydream. He heard no praise, just kits fighting over a leaf and warriors snoring.

Maplekit was a slightly more calm kit than his brother, causing them to balance each other out nicely. If Mintkit had gotten himself into trouble, Maplekit would use his smooth charisma to get them out of it. The queens still adored Maplekit; in their eyes, he was a perfect little angel. They didn’t realize that he, as well, took part in his brother’s scheming plans. They hadn’t been able to get out of camp yet, but they were sure close. They had almost made it a few times, before being shoved away by an annoyed queen or grumpy warrior. Maplekit scowled at just the thought of those warriors. Why weren’t they any fun? Weren’t they kits once? He got even more annoyed whenever an apprentice stopped them. They, of all cats should understand. They had been kits just a few moons ago! You would think they would understand Maplekit’s urge for adventure.

The soft morning sunlight blazed through Maplekit’s soft pelt, causing his skin to become warm. He was glad that it was warm, though he was wondering why it was like that. He had been born in early green-leaf and had heard that in leaf-fall it became chillier. Perhaps it was just warmer this season-cycle. His fluffy fur protected him from most cold, though the morning breeze blew through his pelt. He looked over and saw his brother sitting in the clearing as well, letting out a light purr. Maplekit bounced to his feet. As he bounded over to his brother he noticed for the first time how uncomfortable and on edge all the cats in the clearing were. Their fur was slightly spiked up and they talked in quick whispers. He heard “ThunderClan” a few times, his ears twitching in confusion and his head tilting to the side. Had ThunderClan done something wrong?

Maplekit knew that WindClan had disliked ThunderClan, and that all the Clans were natural enemies, but why were they so worried? He had never seen adult cats this scared and nervous before. Then he began becoming scared and nervous, and it took a lot to get this kit anxious. Something serious had to be going on if all the brave warriors were this scared. He hunched over as he continued his trip to his brother, finally reaching his side and sitting himself down. He was one of the only friends that his brother had, and he wondered why. He really enjoyed Mintkit’s company, and always loved talking with him. He had heard apprentices say that it was sad that they were each other’s only friends, but he never understood. They had each other, so at least they weren’t lonely. He looked over at his brother and smiled. ”Why do you think everyone’s so nervous?” the small tom asked, his ear twitching. ”Maybe we could find out!” He suddenly dropped the anxiety he was carrying with him and beamed excitedly.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by starfall

@Suspiciousmindz @Empress Of Evil
[I'm so sorry this is so late ;w; ]

The flame colored molly painted a smirk on her face, noting that this is what felines looked like when they were smug as one would put it, which she came to realize that if one accomplished something they would become smug, full of themselves, which is what she intended to look like. She acted with her face and her body, plastering expressions on her face like one would place mud on a rock, she moved with her body, flicking her ear irritably and or lashing her tail when 'angry' taking her clanmates quirks and using them as her own. The warrior never truly understood emotions, she never understood why her clanmates would cry when one was killed during battle, she could never understand why a queen and her mate would be joyous when realizing they were to have kits, it was odd to her, all she saw were facial expressions and body language, nothing more, though she had come to notice a frequent twinkle in ones eye whenever something 'wonderful' had happened, and she knew that she had yet to master that twinkle, that little light in the windows to the soul. Each second her mind ticked with movements that she would do next, her mind would either discard them if they weren't correct, and or it would conduct them, telling her paws to shift to the side, commanding her tail to twitch, instructing her fur to fluff up, it was an interesting process, and it happened in a matter of seconds, she had mastered atleast that much, but for her it wasn't enough, she had to look exactly like her clanmates when they were sad, happy, terrified, all of that, she was just one step away, and she'd practiced moons and moons, she still hadn't been able to produce that light, that single little flicker in all other felines hues, the emotion she felt whenever she would realize this, most described it as frustration, but she wasn't in the slighted, those who were frustrated often times lashed out, she never did so, therefor, she concluded, she was not frustrated, but it did leave a burning twinge within her soul whenever she failed at that last step to perfection.
All inner monolauge aside Emberdust wrapped her tail around her paws and flicked her amber hues from one astonished cat to the other. Yes it was going exactly as planned, she had deduced that it would end like this, knowing that neither would admit their feelings to one another, knowing that she would have to give them a little push. She lowered her head so that she was looking up at the two, her amber hues glowing behind her long lashes, "Yes, you both care for each other, you are just finding it odd because you haven't realized your feelings for each other, but I'm here to help you both with that." she purred, making sure her words dripped with fake joy, noting that most felines did that when they were happy. After stating that she straightened up, her pelt practically glowing like dying embers, and gave the two a polite smile, dismissing all retorts and opinions, she would make this work, she would give her brother a mate, and he would like it "All you have to say is 'I love you.'" she stated, her emotionless, lifeless voice seemingly rang out into the clearing, dropping her fake façade for a moment, but only for a split second, it was soon replaced with a curt smile once more, if one blinked, they would miss it.

@Empress Of Evil

Blazingstar's eyes widened even more until annoyance filled his gaze. He was tired of this. Why couldn't she let it go? Why couldn't his sister understand that he wasn't looking for a mate at this current time. For her to outright say this and set up something like this was outright ridiculous. The fur along his shoulders rose slightly, but he didn't blow up, he didn't lash out. He simply gave Emberdust a hard stare before he mustered up a calm composure to speak. "This is not how relationships work," he started, his gaze darting towards Winterwisp. "I refuse to say something I can't mean, especially not to a feline I cannot get along with," he continued before looking back at his sister. The annoyance towards her never left his gaze and his tail started to flick with his thoughts. "Feelings don't just... occur, Emberdust. They are worked up to. I can't believe you went as far as this," he pointed out, his voice starting to reflect how annoyed he truly was. "I've told you time and time again, that I am fine without a mate. At this rate, I'm just going to go single forever to keep you irritated. To keep you unsatisfied," he scoffed, his petty response clear as day.

[seasalt]

@Suspiciousmindz
Flarekit burst out of the nursery, into the clearing with lightning speed, shaking out the bits and scraps of moss out of her light ginger tabby fur. Her amber orange optics scanned the clearing, the sun being warm, and the breeze chilly on her fluffy kit-fur. She shivered a bit, shaking it to keep out the cold, and fluffing it out jusst for good measure. Being a kit was hard. Well, Flarekit thought so. And, it was also.. really really boring. Like, they had to stay in camp and stare at the grass, or something, and that was really really boring. She huffed pacing in a circle of where she was standing just a few minutes, before proceeding to sit down in the exact spot. Boring. Absolutely, positively boring. Then, the more she thought about it, sneaking out while cats were too busy to notice, thinking she's asleep, and exploring the territory, all by herself would be... an okay idea if she planned it out jusssst right. Of course, she knew a patrol could probably find her faster than a blind hedgehog. But, if she hid in some grass, or bushes, and maybe heather if she was lucky. All this thinking of sneaking away, was super duper boring. More boring than staying in camp. Still, she had to be practical, no matter how boriinng it was. Whatever... Ears flicking, she glanced toward the entrance, then the nursery, and then beyond the camp, or what she could see from her tiny little body. Just as she thought. Ugh. She let out a irritated little snort.

[judas]

Originally Posted by BluBunny

Onyxwhisper were gentle and kind as she observed the other she-cat, she was pretty but she seemed nervous and Onyxwhisper had a inkling that something was wrong. The black feline had had a tough past, she could tell when some cat was lying. Onyxwhisper didn't want to ask Bluetalon about whats going on with her at camp, since it might be something private. "I am doing great, I was just about to go hunting! Would you like to join me?" Her eyes shone with kindness, the she-cat would never force the other to tell her anything but she knew it was always easier to talk when you were alone.

She was a bit suprised at the deputy's kindness. And was trying to hide the look on her face. The blue warrior shook her head. "Yes, I will." She mewed. Bluetalon felt a bit odd, trying to show her claws. They were a bit longer than a normal cats. Bluetalon had felt odd hunting with other cats. Her fur laid flat as she thought of a plan. Deputies gave advice right? Could she indirectly ask for help? Bluetalon was scared, trying to cry or shake.

[Fuzzy]

Harepaw walked out of the apprentices' den his pale gray fur ruffled up with mossy and heather petals he looked around for his mentor, Hawkfeather. Not seeing him he sat down a began grooming himself. His pink tong ran gently over his soft short pelt. He used his teeth to pull out moss and grass. His ears were not up in alert like all ways, he just looked as mellow as a newborn kit.

[Captain]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

Harepaw walked out of the apprentices' den his pale gray fur ruffled up with mossy and heather petals he looked around for his mentor, Hawkfeather. Not seeing him he sat down a began grooming himself. His pink tong ran gently over his soft short pelt. He used his teeth to pull out moss and grass. His ears were not up in alert like all ways, he just looked as mellow as a newborn kit.

It was another beautiful morning on the grasslands of the Windclan territory and the young male known as Hawkfeather was more than happy to start the day. Ever since recently, he had been given his very own apprentice to train the ways of being a warrior. His name was Harepaw, a small grey-furred tom that was officially named as his apprentice. As the male padded out of his den, bidding farewell to his beloved mate, Carcalspirit, a slight content hum came from the warrior as he strode out into the clearing, his tail lashing back and forth behind him with every step that he now took. Hawkfeather scanned the open area that was spread out before him, seeing multiple clanmates sharing prey and conversing in the relaxing morning sunlight, however, a delighted gentle smile came to his face when he spotted the apprentice known as Harepaw. Deciding not to waste any time, the tan-furred warrior padded over to them with a twitch of his whiskers. “Good morning, Harepaw.” He greeted his student as he halted a few pawsteps in front of him, seeing the youth grooming his fur to pass the time, “Are you ready to finally start your training to become a warrior?” He remembered being an apprentice, being overly excited about becoming a warrior.

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by The Little Robin

It was another beautiful morning on the grasslands of the Windclan territory and the young male known as Hawkfeather was more than happy to start the day. Ever since recently, he had been given his very own apprentice to train the ways of being a warrior. His name was Harepaw, a small grey-furred tom that was officially named as his apprentice. As the male padded out of his den, bidding farewell to his beloved mate, Carcalspirit, a slight content hum came from the warrior as he strode out into the clearing, his tail lashing back and forth behind him with every step that he now took. Hawkfeather scanned the open area that was spread out before him, seeing multiple clanmates sharing prey and conversing in the relaxing morning sunlight, however, a delighted gentle smile came to his face when he spotted the apprentice known as Harepaw. Deciding not to waste any time, the tan-furred warrior padded over to them with a twitch of his whiskers. “Good morning, Harepaw.” He greeted his student as he halted a few pawsteps in front of him, seeing the youth grooming his fur to pass the time, “Are you ready to finally start your training to become a warrior?” He remembered being an apprentice, being overly excited about becoming a warrior.

Harepaw stopped his grooming when his mentor, Hawkfeather padded up. Eagerly he jumped to his paw. "Yes! I'm ready." He purred his green eye glittered with excitement. "What shall we do first?" He asked eager to start his training. His pale gray fur looked sleek and clean from his grooming he had just finished. Harepaw wanted to go running out of camp as fast as he could to start his training and it showed through his acetones.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Raven & Co

The she-cat's fur heated up at the confession and she gazed in his eyes. "I-I have, too..." Blossompaw admitted, looking down at her paws afterwards, she had never felt that way in her entire life.

Spiderpaw bumped hi shoulder into Blossompaw, playfully. His eyes went up at the sky as he let out a small chuckle. He blindly starred at his paws as he continued walking.