WindClan Warriors' Den

[Diamondfur]

Spottedtail: Agatha Kitty: active


spottedtail lays on her bed with her paw covering her face. "oh why did I go in the nursery." she thinks. ever sense she saw kits around the nursery she wanted to help the queens.

"I'll never be welcomed in the nursery again." she says to herself thinking no one heard her.

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@ollie_the_skeleton (posible sunnypurr and Spottedtail RP)

[Dark]

Firestorm

Ultimate Predator: Inactive | Burn Baby Burn | Monkey’s Paw
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Welp, Crowtooth gave her the boot out of the nursery (both a blessing and a curse), so Firestorm took up residence in the warrior’s den. She didn’t like it. It was… odd, felt unnatural after spending so much time away, but until she properly fixed her relationship with Lightningstorm, this was where she was at.

Backstory aside, she was taking a nap during the “hottest” part of the day. The quotations were very necessary, as the temperature had been ridiculously low as of late (there was snow!), so to be honest it wasn’t even all that hot.

During her rest she dreamt. It was unlike the nightmares and old memories that generally plagued her sleep — nono, this was something else entirely. She was out in the moor — before the initial fire that displaced her and the clan. It was evening, the sun was hanging low in a sky that was painted with various shades of pink and yellow. It was a beautiful scene, but it did not compare to the beauty of either her or Spots.

A cool breeze swept through the area, as she surveyed her surroundings. There were these large creatures, though she knew not what they were. They looked kind of like massive mice, without the signature tail and with weird feet. If she could hunt one of these, she’d be able to feed the clan for an entire season! The only issue was their size… they were far too big to hunt as if they were normal — she’d have to catch them unawares during their rest.

Just as she was pondering this, a large gust of wind shook her surroundings and pulled her away from the creatures, forcing her out of her dream. Waking up with a start, she calmed herself before coming to a realization. She would need help, and she knew just the cat to assist her.

[ I AM COOKING UP A SCHEME ]

[Stone'Paw]

Swiftstrike
Age: 19 Moons Old
She/Her
[ACTIVITY POST]
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The she cleaned paws as they smelled weird her eyes looking around the den.

[Estelle]

Silverrose was grooming her fur.

[Watson.]

Ottercold.
He/him - 21 moons - Warrior.
Sleek brown colorpoint with grey-blue eyes

The lean yet wiry cat stretched his limbs, rolling on his messy yet clean nest. He yawned before settling down, his stormy eyes unfocused, vaguely directed at a lone spike of grass growing in the worn pawprint-covered dirt.

He rolled on his side again, changing positions constantly, until he found an odd yet somewhat comfortable position, upside down, and let his heavy eyelids close, exhaling a soft breathe, the relaxation causing a slight purr, which eventually turned into slight snores. Finally, a moment of peace in his overactive mind.

[SoulJoy]

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Crowfeather

he/him || 16 moons || Purkk: Prison Escape
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Crowfeather laid on his moss bed. He was tired. There’s so much that’s been going on inside of his head, it’s drained him both mentally and physically. The only things keeping him motivated were his apprentice and his newfound friendship with Slipnewt. As he pondered on his apprentice, Willowpaw, he realized that she might not become a warrior after all. She’s becoming blind and he didn’t know how that would affect her. He sighed and just closed his eyes.

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