WindClan Leader's Den

[Rani]

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler/Fury | He/him | 50 Moons

Power Card: Cold Gust

Aaaah! AAAAAAH! Parental figure abuse! Abuse by (not of) a parental figure!! Mercy on poor pityful Crowtooth, hes just a worm-dirt-cat who does not (he totally does) deserve this! Spare the poor pitiful abused soul, he can do no wrong (LIES)!

Backing up a few steps to see how he further completely deserved this:


While there was no way Crowtooth could really blame his complete lack of hops on anything but himself the tom felt pride bound to at least try given how pitiful his failures had been so far. And so he did, well aware his excuses did not excuse how badly he'd failed to get into the den.

"I know how ta leap! Im just, not very good at it..... Im built fer diggin' an' strength, not none o' that agile nonsense!" Nonsense that windclan was legitimately known for, being the clan of speed grace and agility and all. "Besides! I was tripped, it wasnt my fault it was the damn rock!" The damn rock that was not there anymore, kicked away when Crowtooth had tripped on it making him just seem like a loon pointing to and blaming empty air for slamming into the leaders den, "Its not my faaaaaaault!" a loon who was also a senior warrior that whinged like a kit.


So it was really fitting he got smacked like a kit who'd pissed off their mother and needed some proper correction, though Crowtooth would still melodramatically wail 'abuse'.
And oh, did he whine and yelp at the leader like he was being unjustly beaten to death despite being much larger and physically stronger then the old grizzled molly, quailing on the ground under the 'savage attack'. Honestly, he was such a ham of a cat, the blows didnt even hurt Crowtooth! Blessed with a thick skull and bulky frame to help a well built pain tolerance even the thwacks were little more then pats to the head.

But still he lay pancake flat, 'cowering' against the dirt, whimpering melodramatically at the leader smacking with nary a twitch of resistance even as he complained like he was being murdered. Twilightstar should expect little else.


The molly's warning was acknowledged with a huff from the cat-skunk-rug on the ground, though straight disregarded in his mind because like hell was Crowtooth being beaten by this stupid leaders den, he'd get it one day. And he totally wouldnt end up hurting himself one day, Twilightstar had no clue what she was talking about.


But his sulking was cut short, tom drawing himself up to a casual sitting position, as he mentally went over the report again.
"Right, uh, got some trouble makers ya might wanna keep an eye on if yer not already an' such.

Im sure ya already saw Willowpaw an' that kid she found, pretty sure she didnt steal it an' dont see reason it shouldnt stay but its an increasin' problem that cats keep thinkin' its ok to bring strangers ta camp. We might need ta start punishin' that.

Batshriek was reportedly actin' weird on his patrol, weird enough ta note so I might recommend he's checked on because from what Ive seen somethin's up.

Finally Flowerpaw.... She wanted on a patrol an' I deemed ta give 'er a chance after her apology but.... Whisperin'hive had issues wit' her. She reportedly ran off an' vanished mid patrol an' came back wit' an insane amount o' prey he cant confirm she hunted in a too short time. Like suspicious amount. He's reportin' she's unreliable an' irresponsible an' I believe it."
That last one was the big issue really. This cat was already on final warning after all the problems she'd caused and now this disastrous patrol. Whisperinghive had ordered her to watch the sky for hawks and she'd vanished, coming back strangely showing no respect for her patrol lead. A demotion obviously hadnt curbed her enough.


" 'Sides that it's all good news. Silverfur took her knocks, borders are secure, huntin' is well.

Oh! An' me an' Hawkfur saw this.... thin' out near the gorse an' it was nothin' like we seen before, latched onta Hawkfur, but didnt hurt us. Pretty sure its dead on the thorns but it kinda moved when we left so if ya wanna check it out take someone 'cuz Im suspicious."
Honestly Crowtooth was downplaying his bafflement and fright at the plastic bag, that thing had caused chaos, but he was starting to feel silly about it anyways. It didnt hurt either cat, so it couldnt be that bad even if it moved and didnt get hurt by bites and claws and latched onto Hawkfur and didnt let go.


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[isla]

FADINGDAWN

“I still have yet to show him the exact landmarks of our territory,” Fadingdawn explained with a wave of her plumy tail. Her green eyes gleamed. “His sense of smell is excellent, however, and Cardinalpaw shows promise. He caught the scents of rabbit, mouse, and vole, and I had him go after the vole, see if he’d be able to catch it. If he succeeded, I was going to have him bring it to you. I know you’d like a warm meal from a fresh hunting session,” The white-and-pale-ginger tabby purred.

The WindClanner sat back on her haunches, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws. “I plan on taking him to the borders later on. After the recent murder on our border with ShadowClan, I don’t want Cardinalpaw to get the wrong idea, and I feel as if Sedgewater Valley is still somewhat dangerous to be taking him there, at the moment. As far as I am concerned, the Thunderglade, I feel, is the best border to show him first. As for landmarks..” Fadingdawn paused, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “I think I’ll take him to Twilight Falls first, give him the proper idea of how to show respect to those above him and to those who have given up their lives for him. Don’t get me wrong, Cardinalpaw’s a good apprentice, but I feel like his attitude - or at least his body language - needs a little bit of work.”

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[TheNyanCatMinecart]

~ TWISTEDPAW OF WINDCLAN ~

AFAB | SHE/HER | APPRENTICE | 18 MOONS | NO PURRKS

Small, skinny, black she-cat with a light gray belly and tail-tip, a mangled tail, a crooked jaw, and one blind eye.

When she felt Twilightstar stiffen, a jolt of fear ran through her. Had she upset the WindClan leader? Still, she pushed through, and to her relief, Twilightstar relaxed. A purr rumbled in her throat as the lilac-gray she-cat's muzzle brushed against the top of her head. Twistedpaw pulled away and was greeted by one of the warmest smiles she'd ever seen. It wasn't just written on her face; it gleamed in her emerald-green eye, polishing it like the precious jewel. Twistedpaw's fears and insecurities melted away. It felt like the greenleaf sun had sunk past her pelt and gone right into her heart. She did her best to smile back; her crooked jaw made it lopsided, as always, but there was no doubting how genuine her expression of joy was. It, too, gleamed in her only working eye.

Twilightstar's sweet voice and kind words only made Twistedpaw happier - and they struck a chord within her, a heartstring that vibrated and left a faint ring in her ear. Living a happy, fulfilling life for as long as I can would help her. Twistedpaw had already wanted to do that. However, recent events - and past ones, too - had all crowded around her, filling her with confusion and pain.

Her interactions with Batglare had taught her what it was like to have a mentor and a father. Now she wondered if this was what it was like to have a mother. Not a cruel, condescending mother like Willowsky, but someone who truly wanted the best for her and everyone around her. Someone who was strong instead of caving into her selfish desires for a "perfect" daughter. Leechscar could be difficult, and Dreamlight had gone blind, but Twilightstar still loved them equally. Even though she spent a lot of time away from them, it was clear that she cared about them.

Twistedpaw took a deep breath as Twilightstar pulled away. Now was the time for her to speak. Her bulging light gray tail-tip twitched. The smile faded from her face, and she used a round black paw to push her jaw into a better position. Where to begin?

 

"Well... I've been doing my best to live a good life. A fulfilling life," she meowed. On instinct, she began stroking the smooth wooden floor with one paw, wishing she had some moss to comfort her. "But... it's been rough. I know I'm old for an apprentice, and I need to talk to you about that. I promise I'm almost at the end of my training. Batglare's been a fantastic mentor. I... I was going through some really rough times at the start of my apprenticeship. I could barely train, I was so scared of everyone and so hateful of myself. I believed everything Willowsky said about me, and Flutteringkit, too. I thought I was a problem because of my deformities. That I weighed everyone down, that it was my fault that they acted the way they did." The familiar fear and darkness swirled at the corners of Twistedpaw's mind. They were dark memories she preferred not to revisit, but... they were a part of her. She had to acknowledge them, talk about them.

"However, I realized that I wasn't the problem, that it wasn't my fault that cats like Willowsky and Flutteringkit acted out of hate and prejudice. And it's been my dream to become a WindClan warrior. I've been working toward it all my life. But... it's still been hard. I was delayed again when the RiverClan patrol attacked me. Batglare talked me through it. I vowed not to let myself be afraid, and I sought advanced battle training from Ravenhawk. I want to be able to protect my Clan and myself, even if it takes extra time. And I know I'm close to being a warrior now.

"I know I need to power through life. Be strong, face whatever comes at me, be the best WindClan warrior and cat I can be. Like you've done. You're so brave and tough. But... life is just... it's so hard sometimes. My foster sister, Brightpaw, went missing." Tears clouded Twistedpaw's mismatched eyes, blurring Twilightstar's lilac-gray pelt and mixing it in with the den's brownish shadows.

"I don't know where she went. My foster mother, Fireflame, also went missing a while ago, even though StarClan brought her back from the dead." Twistedpaw took a deep, shaky breath, trying to blink away her tears. "And... even though I know not to listen to their words, it still hurts, knowing there are cats who will judge me for the way I look. Life can just be so cruel sometimes, especially toward me, with Willowsky and Cedarfrost and... well, everything. I don't want to sound weak or selfish. I'm determined to be the best warrior I can be! It's just... really hard sometimes."

She met Twilightstar's gaze.

"How do you do it? Act so confident and brave when you've been through so much?"

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[Blaaze]

Haha! Aubs did it! She made Bigcat happy! Suuuuper happy! She felt better now!! It was now scientifically proven. Pat pats fixed everything. A pleased expression was evident on her face as she pulled back and sat on her haunches, appearing quite proud. But she had come to deliver news and recieve a story. Juuuust like Breezy and all the grown up in the clan because Owlkit was going to be an APPRENTICE next meeting! Which meant she was big strong important and the clan couldn't survive without her. "I haves news! N nnouncement!" The 6 moon Old declared proudly. She was Quite obviously proud of her recent achievement. "I try-neded to get y flower as a gift from th' tops of the nurs'ry but fell n Br- Deadmoon saved m'life!! Was blind n dusty n ver' thorny. Took me t' Plant Whisp'rer n she cleaned n unblinded me!" Wow, now she was out of breath. Pant pant. It was very hard to say that much without breathing but by some miracle Owl had done it.. she had discovered the power of- of- of-... losing her train of thought. What an awesome power. She waited looking all energized for a response before the one flop eared kitten chattered on. 'Buuuuut was wanting a story n heard you been leader through aweso' stuffs n wanted a story! How's did you become Leader? Oo! Oo! Who 'as leader b'fore ya?" her enthusiasm never wavered in the slightest.
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