WindClan Warriors' Den

[Palmtreejesus]

Unbeknownst to Scalescar, a wobbly kit stumbled into the warrior's den in search of a warm place to nap. He had been playing all day, and because of his constant, unsteady wobbling, playing took twice as much effort. Stumblekit yawned, his eyes drooping; he didn't realize Scalescar was there until he bumped into his hind leg. The two-moon-old kit squeaked in surprise, losing his balance and rolling onto his back, his legs shooting up into the air.

[Sunsetchaser]

Hornetchase was sitting on his moss bed near the edge of the den's entrance, languidly grooming his fur and enjoying the little free time she had; his ears moved at the sound of the other cats inside the den, but her mind remained focused on himself, content and relaxed with being surrounded by fellow clanmates.

[Moonraven]

Stepping into the den, the intense green-yellow eyes scanned the nests until he found the she-cat he was looking for. "Deadmoon," Batglare's gravel tone summoned the warrior's attention as he padded towards her.

The brown and white warrior paused a good tail length from the she-cat and sat. "A quick word if you're not busy." He wasn't sure why he hadn't bothered to start with her in the first place. WindClan needed new furies, the loss of two had placed quite a hindrance on the ones that remained. There was no cat he could find to replace the one they had buried, but that didn't mean he couldn't find replacements.

Wolffang had been an ideal fury, he was a little surprised Twilightstar hadn't started with him before his passing. That thought had brought him Deadmoon. She was dedicated, attentive, and responsible. She seemed about as social as he and Leechscar were, which was a boon for Batglare at this time. If he got her to agree he could report to Twilightstar that he had found a new addition to the rank, then work on finding a new cat for Crowtooth's replacement which would bring them back up to a decent number of furies.

"Would you have any interest in becoming a fury?"

@gs29513 [Deadmoon - before I forget again getting a starter going]

[gs29513]

Deadmoon had been resting somewhere in between sleep and wakefulness, eyes thin slits as she dispassionately observed the goings on of the warriors den. Predictably, not much was happening. This was simply fuel for Deadmoon's moment of apathy, the perfect accompaniment to her moment of indulgent self-pity. She wasn't sure why this had come about now. It was foolish. All of it was foolish. It had been moons, other cats equally close to Wolffang, closer even in Leopardsong's case, had moved on. Had gotten their paws back under them, and brought light back into their lives. She'd thought she'd done the same, doing her best to watch and lavish upon Snowybreeze's kits, and resolved to give Honeypaw more attention. Patrols, too, had been a welcome distraction.

But today, today Deadmoon was feeling far more like Deadpaw, after Nightpaw had gone but before she'd met Marigoldpaw or gotten to know Breezepelt. An empty husk of a cat, going through the motions as best she could but well aware that she would never measure up. It was strange. How deeply she had been imprinted at such a young age. Not a single physical reminder remained of her mother and sister and brother, nothing but the ghosts that wormed into her own mind. Deadmoon must have the power to banish them, yet she did not. As weak of will as she was of body, perhaps. Huffing softly, she was about to try and got to proper sleep if only to stop thinking when a voice rousted her.

She raised her head, doing her best to shake any moss or bracken from her fur as she propped herself onto her haunches, sitting and then standing to face Batglare. What on earth did HE want? Deadmoon couldn't remember a time the two of them had spoken, and so was understandably rather perplexed. Well, confusion was better than apathy she supposed, as she busily tried to figure out what was going on. Was she in trouble? Deadmoon was fairly certain she hadn't done anything all that naughty, but one never could tell. But alas, she could think of no other cause for the fury's visit. Busy I most certainly am not. she replied, overly convoluted in her wording if only to give her tongue something to do.

And then, Batglare got around to his purpose of visit. And......um. Not what she had expected! Deadmoon wasn't in good control of her emotion at the best of times, and at this exact moment could do absolutely nothing except her initial instinct of a vacant expression and a perplexed Uhhhhh before she realized she was supposed to be Better Than This starsdamnit and shut her mouth right up. Ugh. This was an unexpected situation and she was not vibing with it one bit. Because....why her? Why now? What on earth? She was flattered, of course she was. Deadmoon had an ego just like every cat, the idea of being given some sort of plaudits for what she'd been doing for 45 moons of her damn life was.....nice. Made her feel good.

On the other paw, however, she had the capability to stink this up really badly. REALLY badly. However nice the thought was, that required her actually living up to what the rank entailed which she.....wasn't that sure she could do. Ultimately, what decided it for her was Snowybreeze. The only cat left in this clan that she actually cared about, him and his kits. And Honeypaw maybe. If he was going to think of her as a good warrior, a good cat, she needed to try and be that. Needed to live up to those expectations more than she had done so far, even. And if that meant she might have to figure out how to be a fury, then that was what she would do. If only to make sure he was proud to call her a former mentor, and Wolffang up in the stars was proud to call her a sister. And, maybe, to spite Rosebriar and Featherwhisker, wherever they might be now. I'd....I'd be interested. If you'd have me.
@Moonraven

[sushangsuan]

Robinfeather ~ he/him
Purrk: None
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Robinfeather was curled in his nest, staring at his bedding lonelily. His paws were tucked underneath his sleek, brown, white and orange fur. His head was full of thoughts, preventing him from experiencing an endless darkness in his mind. They kept him from feeling too bored, from feeling unentertained, from... from... Probably only those two. Thoughts could randomly come up about some embarrassing moment in kithood, apprenticehood and even up till warriorhood. But thoughts could also be sad and under the weather.

I wish I could be with someone...

Loneliness. What a weird emotion. It's weird that cats like me experience it. Perhaps it would be better if we didn't feel depressed over not having friends. Overthinking has a weird function, which is said out in the whole word. "Over" and "thinking". Too much thoughts will be piled up into Robinfeather's head, so much that it could stop him from doing daily tasks. He wanted to be with real cats instead of random things he can just say to himself.

FRIENDS. I need FRIENDS. Being shy is a pain!

Robinfeather is an extrovert... how peculiar. It doesn't sound like a Robinfeather thing at all. Oddly, he looked more like a sad little shy cat in a den. He let his eyes close...

[Idiotic.Bean101]

Dewfawn replaced moss in their nest.

[Spottedraven]

(Blueclaw)-(Windclan warrior)-(20 moons)-(Tomcat)

Blueclaw laid down in their nest their eyes slowly drooping shut as he finally managed to find the perfect sleeping position.

[MaximusPrime27]

SwiftStrike (WC Warrior)
Age: 19 Moons Old
Tags/Interactions: Urgent Interaction Needed

The she stepped into the den asking, "Is anyone awake?" The she's voice rasped as her eyes stopped watering.

[Luna16]

Daffodilpaw's eyes shot open just as fast she pelted out of the apprentice's den. She had taken it upon herself to decide, she wanted to polish off her training today. "Elkjump!" She called as she barreled into the warrior's den. "Elkjump!"

[ @HerbalTea - Elkjump - here she is :3 ]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Snowybreeze |
31 Moons - WindClan Warrior
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active

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The tom's mismatched ears perked up as he stared into the prey pile. Not as well stocked as he was used to seeing, but with leaffall in full swing, the gentle giant understood that food would only become more and more scarce the closer they got to leafbare. He should go hunting. In fact, he would go hunting... just... He was so hungry now. Taking care of his kits and the kits taking his lessons along with how little time he'd had to eat altogether ever since the fire... Stars... He wasn't sure he would even be able to hunt as he was now.

As if on cue, the tom's stomach gave a loud churn, and after swiftly looking in all directions to ensure no one had overheard that embarrassingly loud complaint - his stomach seemed to have a mind of its own... why, he would never dare voice his own hunger so rudely - he sighed, spotting no one around him. Despite himself, a light chuckle escaped him. If something like this was enough to fluster him, then perhaps WindClan really was on its way back to its usual, calm, peaceful self. Why, it was almost enough to celebrate! Yes... yes it was! With friends, even! Why... if he took this rabbit over to the warriors' den, Snowybreeze was certain he would find at least one friendly face to partake with. And as long as he went out hunting later on for some more food... why, everything would be just fine!

A small purr escaping him as he settled on a plan, the Maine Coon mix grabbed the long eared prey, mouth watering as the delicious scent wafted towards his ever sensitive nose before bounding giddily over to the warriors' den. In truth, the patched warrior did not have many friends. Not anymore. His original plan had been much less vague than he had allowed himself to properly formulate, even in his mind. Wanting nothing more than to find Deadmoon and share the rabbit with her, in hopes of celebrating her rise in the ranks. A fury! The warrior always knew she was an amazing warrior, and this only helped solidify that fact exponentially.

Of course, with her new rank came new responsibilities, and unsurprisingly, even as he poked his broad head into the den, he found her nest void of any feline. Ears drooping with sorrow for a moment, Snowybreeze made to leave, thinking perhaps he should just settle for one of the mice before heading off to his hunt when his gaze met a familiar pelt. A cat whom he kept an eye on from afar, never daring to approach much because... well... he couldn't bring himself to impose his presence on the younger tom. It didn't change it, however. The fact that Whisperinghive had been Berryfrost's apprentice. One she had cared for dearly, as she did with all cats who crossed paths with her. She had always been a caring, warm, generous she-cat, after all.

With everything that had happened of late, though... With how little time he'd had even for himself... The tom was sorry to say he had simply not had the time to keep up with the ginger warrior's daily happenings since his treasures had been... born? Gifted? Gifted. Guilt bubbled in his stomach, the urge to apologize for something the other feline had no idea about threatening to spill forth if not for the rabbit still in his maw.

Perhaps it had been fate. Or just a happy little coincidence. Yes, he had not found his much loved not mother Deadmoon, but had instead come upon a rare instance. An opportunity to approach another with a gift. With an actual reason to speak to them and not come across as rude. Unworthy. As little more than a pest. After all, what WindClanner ever said no to a rabbit? Actually... a few... Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all?

Unfortunately, it was too late. Unbeknownst to him, his paws had already begun making their way towards his clanmate, reaching him before he even had time to register his own approach. Blinking with abject horror - StarClan help him... he hadn't even cleared his throat to announce his arrival, would his audacity ever end - a small, timid whine rumbled in the back of his throat before he dropped the rabbit at his paws, their massive size dwarfing the appetizing plumpness of the creature he'd brought with him. Toes wiggling as he struggled to come up with something to say, he finally cleared his throat, both biding for time as well as... well... better late than never, he supposed. This done, Snowybreeze felt some level of relief wash over him... There. He wasn't a complete monster!

"U-um. Ex-excuse. Oh. Dear. Um... Let me. Start. Start over. Please," the silent tom mumbled, before dipping his head in a respectful nod. A proper greeting. "Good. Good day. I was. Wondering. Oh. Golly... Just. Wished to. Share. This. Rabbit. If. If you. Liked. Of course. No. No need. Oh. I don't. Mean to. Impose. But it. Just. Looked quite. Quite tasty. And... Meep!"

As swiftly as he had begun talking, Snowybreeze ceased, realizing just how much gabbing he was doing without letting poor Whisperinghive get a word in. Stars... This was why he never spoke. Or at least tried not to. He really was incorrigible. Why, he was unable to put his thoughts together cohesively enough even when he was attempting to share a meal. He could only hope Berryfrost could not see him just now. Imagine... The shame of seeing her mate being so impertinent with her former apprentice! StarClan help him...

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@ChaosBringer. [Whisperinghive]