WindClan Clearing - Page 298

**sylvia26** · #**2971** November 13th, 2024, 08:41 AM

-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ otterfur was giving his fur a good grooming before he started coughing, but he ignored it since it didn't really matter to him...it was cold anyway...so coughing was bound to happen. ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------

**Rose** · #**2972** November 13th, 2024, 09:58 PM

She/Her | Post Count: 32/10

Tufted ears twitched, swiveling in Cottonpaw's direction as he offered an explanation to her questions. Though, there was still no way she was rolling around. Right now, out in the open, at least... Regardless, Strawberrykit tucks away the information. Perhaps she'll need it later, for whatever reason.

Shifting slightly in place as a gust of wind buffets her fur, Strawberrykit frowns briefly at the sky, suddenly at a loss for ... words? Communication? Speech? What did one do now? What would Seedkit do? Her baby sister was much better at forming bonds than she was - Strawberrykit felt like a bumbling fool when trying to convey something to someone outside her family. Singular words wouldn't work. With her family, all she had to say was one or two phrases and they'd understand her perfectly. She didn't nessesarily feel comfortable enough to act as such with strangers, even if they were Clanmates.

Heck, even Cardinalkit and the rockhead twins™ could do better. For a heartbeat, she half entertained the idea of getting up and walking away again. But someone would no doubt scold her later on how rude the action was. How was it rude when she had nothing else to say? She was just saving herself the awkwardness of sitting in one place. Finally, finally, an answer popped to the forefront of her mind. Oh, she wouldn't have to retreat yet. Strawberrykit hated retreating. It was like losing against her own mind. She hated losing.

"What is your name?"

**Raids** · #**2973** November 13th, 2024, 11:48 PM

Russetpounce was sitting in the Windclan clearing, grooming himself gently with a paw. He looked up, and around camp, as his jaws parted in a large yawn. Taking a moment to continue sweeping his gaze around the camp, he assessed who all was here. The large tom was rather... bored. Which meant.... Seeing if his good ol buddy ol pal Eelfang was around. With delight, he found his eyes landed on the other warrior.

He stood, stretching his paws before him and letting out another yawn before he began to prance over, tail straight up in the air and his lips curled in a devious smile. "Eelfang! Hey! Eelfang!" He called out to the warrior as he bounded over, skidding into a stop in front of him. The black and whites toms eyes lit up gleefully as he examined the sullen warrior. Now, he knew that Eelfang probably wanted nothing to do with him, thats how it always really was. But, oh, was it just so much fun to mess with him.

Besides, Russetpounce knew how to make them pay attention.

He let out a purr, brushing his fur against Eelfangs, winding around him. "Say, I'm rather... bored. I'm sure you're bored too. Let's go hunting. And before you can say no..." He leaned in closer to him, trying to meet his eye. "Let's make it a competition."

@Screamington

**Daragca** · #**2974** Yesterday, 06:33 AM

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 7 moons
The Collector - Lucky Duck T1
The Stowaway Child
[22/100]

Cottonpaw watched as the kit frowned briefly at the sky, he wondered what it was. Maybe rain oncoming? Then she asked for his name, he paused for a moment. ”W.well I’m Cottonpaw, what’s your name?” A smile crossed his maw, sheepishly as ever.

He’d stopped his rolling around in the dirt to give her his full attention. That was only polite after all, it would be nice having a friend to do it with him. Even if she was younger, that didn’t matter much to Mr Sunshine.

”Twilightstar g.gave me my name when she found me. Because of my fur colour, and my stubby t.tail of course.” Cottonpaw could barely even remember that day, so long ago now. So young and tiny, but he hadn’t exactly shot up. Cottonpaw still remained small, wiry in stature. Akin to a rabbit, the rabbits he had thought of making friends with time and time again. Anything would beat being lonely.

[ @Rose ]

**Screamington** · #**2975** Yesterday, 09:00 AM

Eelfang
He/they // Warrior // Windclan // 32 moons
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Eelfang had been sitting somewhat close to the warrior's den, grooming his fur with little interest in any of the surrounding cats. I mean- why would he? Socializing was always a thing his family recommended to him, but it simply wasn't in his favor at all. People are annoying; simply as.

Speaking of annoying people... Eelfang had just sat up, ready to begin grooming another part of his body before being prompted to stop by a familiar voice. His ears flatten on the spot as his lips curl into an immediate frown. Starclan forbid I be happy.

The feline leans back as Russetpounce leans in, irked and wanting out of the conversation as quickly as possible. Though, knowing Russetpouce- this was probably going to go somewhere he deliberately didn't want to be in.

Eelfang very gently pushes Russetpounce away as he rubs up against them, opening his mouth to give an immediate "no" before yet another interruption.

Competition? NOW you've caught his interest. Eelfang raises a hypothetical cat eyebrow; almost in outright suspicion.

"...What competition," he grumbles as though the question were a statement, leaning back towards Russet's face.

**Raids** · #**2976** Yesterday, 02:33 PM

As soon as Eelfang showed interest, Russetpounce sat his large self down right in front of him, preening with pride at having gotten the warriors attention. As if he didn't know that's what would have done it.

"Yes!" He declared. "A hunting competition, and winner gets...." Well.... actually he hadn't thought that far ahead. Whoops. He sat and thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing in concentration before his expression lit up with delight. "Loser has to clean the others bedding for half a moon." There! Now there was a reason for Eelfang to try. Truthfully, Russetpounce wasn't at all bothered at the idea of possibly cleaning out a bed for half a moon, after all, he had a feeling it would probably irritate Eelfang if he tried to make it extra comfy, plus if he lost, he could tease him somehow with the bed. Not that Russetpounce planned to lose. [/I]

**Rose** · #**2977** Yesterday, 02:50 PM

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Cottonpaw. This cat did look like a Cottonpaw, come to think of it. Kind of. If Strawberrykit had ever seen a cotton.. thing. But from what she'd heard of the fluffy, strange plant, and how the apprentice was describing it, she supposed Cottonpaw fit the bill. "I am. Strawberrykit." How did introductions go, again? "Snowybreeze... is my father. Berryfrost was my mother." All stated as facts. That's who she was, right? Oh, wait. "Cardinalkit, Jaggedkit, Frostkit, and Seedkit are my siblings."

A frown tugged her maw downward after stating this. Too much information? Too little? Strawberrykit needed a new topic. Twilightstar. WindClan's highranks. Ah, yes, lovely. Definitely. "I tried to take Twilightstar's nest. And I bit Crowtooth. Lightningstorm is Firenotmom's... something. Rabbitpaw taught tunneling." Okay, that was too much information, and even Strawberrykit recognized it. Her muzzle scrunched up slightly, kitten fur fluffing up with something akin to self-consciousness.

This was baffling, and annoyingly difficult. Dina and Seedling made it look so easy.

**Wingnettle** · #**2978** Yesterday, 04:28 PM

Nightpaw (Nightfall) sat in the clearing, gazing at the few pieces gathered in the fresh-kill pile.

**Daragca** · #**2979** Today, 06:22 AM

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 7 moons
The Collector - Lucky Duck T1
The Stowaway Child
[23/100]

Cottonpaw saw Strawberrykit’s muzzle scrunch, he took her strange ways in his stride. ”I.I know your dad, he taught me a lesson once before when I was about your age.” He grinned sheepishly once more. How could he make Strawberrykit feel more comfortable? Cottonpaw wasn’t the best at this type of thing, he almost related to her more than he’d like to admit to himself.

His words stuttering often coming out jumbled and not quite right, it wasn’t a fun position to be in. Ever. ”I d..don’t blame you for trying to take T..Twilightstar’s nest, it looks really comfy.” The youngster paused thinking about how to string his next words together. ”D..do you like the nursery? My mama, Leopardsong sleeps there”, he’d been meaning to go visit her soon. Tell her all about his most recent adventures. Visiting the border had been scary, but fun all in all. He’d caught his first mouse too.

He wanted to slam himself for being so forgetful, but he always got so wrapped up in his head. A problem of his own making.

[ @Rose ]

**Ghost of Red** · #**2980** Today, 09:29 AM

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* He sat in the clearing watching for his mate. He hadn't seen her lately and wondered if she was sick. He looked around and saw a few clanmates here and there talking with others. He had been more of a recluse since he joined as he was afraid others would disregard him. He decidedly began to clean his pelt of the dust and leaves. Leaf-fall was upon them and soon Leafbare. *
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