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Fleetsmoke found herself straying from Twilightstar's side to dig at the bases of the barn frames. She scraped up dirt, her tail thrashing wildly behind her.
HE/HIM • WARRIOR • 14M • WINDCLAN "A fluffy white & brown ticked tabby tom." PURRKS: N/A
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Birch leapt down and stood beside Fleetsmoke, determination surging through his pelt. He would begin to rip and tear at the ground with the older warrior to topple these wooden tree things. "Four of these to topple. Let's do this." He mewed with a rough growly edge to his tone.
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The albino couldn’t help but widen his eyes with astonishment. He’s usually not specialized in engaging with patrols and other teamwork-related scenarios, but nowadays, it will be different.
As he remains close to the group of cats, his flashing green eyes darts around the various twoleg objects, big and small, dull and vibrant. And too… imaginative… to consider them all as real objects. What these objects are actually meant to be made for and for what purpose, it is and always will remain unknown.
He was unsure wether he or the rest should ensure anything with these abominations, but his worries crept away as he heard the leader’s call. Despite impatiently listening to her commands, his gaze continues sweeping around the twoleg objects, slowly having the idea to come up with naming them.
Brownest beams… I like that one.
He muffled to himself as he’s currently fixtating onto multiple wooden, towering frames. Wait, he just lost track on Twilightstar’s words. Oh, well, atleast he knows something about the current goal.
He trotted towards the pile of many unusually shaped stable rocks, whose are all being wrapped around with a blanket of smooth…. Blankets. Too smooth as imaginable, probably. He was about to paw onto these Boulder-Draped-Thingamabobs, but the sudden hardness of these materials made him hiss in pain. He slowly drooped his head for headbutting these Boulder-Draped-Thingamabobs, but alas, it’s as heavy as a fallen tree, or heavier for some sorts.
He looked around, as if he’s in need for assistance.
Wispshard is currently getting rid of tarp-wrapped building materials!
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Wildpaw
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Wildpaw padded out of camp behind the leader, smirking as he eagerly awaited a time where he was allowed to destroy stuff without him being reprimanded for it. It was even encouraged! And never has Wildpaw's urge for violence been encouraged in any way. His green eyes searched for his partner- well, best friend, Bunny who was sure to be helping out as well. And after this, they would go and build that thingy he was talking about with Littlepaw at the meeting earlier. "Stupid twolegs, if they are planning to try and take territory from Windclan how come they don't bother to keep it clean. Like what is half of this stuff?" The apprentice complained.
Many of his clan mates were already trying to take out some stuff. Large monsters of variety, as well as some weird deskinned trees. Gross, he preferred his trees unpeeled actually, and he's a windclan cat. Amber eyes shifted from the different scenes to instead the weird flat piece of flimsy material laid over something. Was this the twoleg's poor attempt at a nest? Wispshard was there but he was just staring at the nest, doing nothing. "Time to die now, useless nest." With a feral grin full of sharp teeth, Wildpaw lunged and dug his claws into the tarp. No teeth sadly, but he didn't want to die.
It wasn't tied down or anything so while the mat shredded a bit beneath his paws, but refused to properly shift off of whatever was hiding underneath, catching on something or another. Wildpaw nearly wanted to stomp and throw a fit, he settled for digging his claws back into the material to shred it as much as possible in rage that his violent crusade was halted at the first stop.
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An apprentice was helping.
That's fine. "Try and check if there's anything useful underneath." Dewfawn suggested as they looked over at Sneezepaw "Be careful, though. No idea how this thing may be. If you need help, let me know. Unless you want to look up top, then I can go under. Either works for me."
They didn't want to put an apprentice in danger.
Dewfawn isn't that heartless, geez.
WARMSUN
THE COWARDLY WARRIOR
"Let's Do Some Damage."
This Time, He Wasn't Shying Away. He Walked Straight Up To One Of The Smaller Monsters. and Drew His Claws Along Its Black, Round Paws. It Was A Tough Material. He Bit It A Bit, Before Deciding That Trying To Rip It Up Would Be A Waste Of Energy. He Started To Investigate The Creature, Jumping On It, Crawling Around It, Even Inspecting Underneath. Bingo. He Saw Thin, Colorful Things As Flexible As Reeds, But Thin As Twigs. He Flipped Over, Sliding Underneath It And Wrapping His Claws Around The Things. He Ripped Them, And Found It Satisfying. He Chuckled, Continuing To Rip Up Any Wire He Came Across. After A While, He Couldn't Find Anymore Under There. As He Crawled Out, His Paw Was Stung By Something! He Darted Out From Under The Thing With A Hiss, Then Started Jumping Off The Other Things There, Before Inspecting His Paw. Ouch. A Small Burn-Cut/Nic Thing Was On His Paw-pad. He Wrinkled His Nose At It, Walking Over To The Monster. He Started Smacking The Thing Before Turning, Kicking Dirt On It, And Walking Away, Tail High.
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Beetlewillow
dark ginger tabby | she/her
"What you're looking at baby, is a legend in the making."
``Ack! Wildpaw!`` The ginger tabby hissed, angrily stopping her motion of messing with anything on the monster she could find. ``You could have warned me!`` The she-cat spat before leaping up to stand beside him.
``Come on, let's show these pests what Windclan warriors do.`` She suggested with a playfully nudge as a quick violent glint showed in her eyes. Beetlewillow looked around for something the she could destroy. ``Any Ideas?`` She mewed with a low voice as a sly grin appeared on her face. Watching her clan-mates destroy the two-leg stuff gave her a huge sense of pride. She saw weird heavy bags, uncovered by the tarp. (cement bags) With a leap off the monster she padded around for something.
Vinesmoke
13 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke couldn’t help but watch Wildpaw with a mix of admiration and barely contained excitement as the young apprentice tore through the twoleg junk. The way Wildpaw’s eyes lit up at the destruction, the feral grin spreading across his face—it made Vinesmoke’s heart race in a way he hadn’t expected. He tried to shake it off, but his tail flicked restlessly behind him, betraying the unease he felt. His blue eyes followed every movement of Wildpaw with a kind of hunger he didn’t quite understand, but couldn’t ignore either. “Hey, Wildpaw,” Vinesmoke said, his voice coming out a little too eager. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual, but it was hard to hide the jitter in his step as he padded up beside the younger cat. “Look over there.” He nodded toward the pegs, watching Wildpaw’s gaze shift over to them. The stakes were hammered into the ground, each one wrapped in thick string and marked with bright, garish spray paint. It looked like something the twolegs had spent too much time setting up—and that only made it more fun to think about destroying.
He shifted nervously, a little too aware of the way his heart raced. “What if...” Vinesmoke bit his lip, his blue eyes gleaming as he tried to keep his voice steady. “What if we took those down? I bet the twolegs didn’t think anyone would mess with them. Imagine—string flying everywhere, the pegs snapping out of the ground like they were nothing.” His tail twitched, and he couldn’t stop the mischievous grin from creeping up. “Could be... a lot of fun, don’t you think?”
He stepped a little closer, his body warm with anticipation. His paws were jittery, and the thought of being this close to Wildpaw made him feel almost giddy in a way he wasn’t used to. “We could make it a game,” Vinesmoke said, his voice dipping slightly lower, a playful glint dancing in his blue eyes. “Whoever can rip the most pegs out the fastest wins. What do you say?” He was watching Wildpaw now, his eyes openly admiring, heart thudding a little harder than usual. It wasn’t just the thought of destruction making him feel this way—it was the idea of doing it alongside Wildpaw, seeing that grin spread across his face as they tore everything down together. His paws itched, but the anticipation was something else entirely. “You’ll probably beat me,” Vinesmoke continued, his tone light, though there was a hint of flirtation in his voice, “but I’m not about to make it easy for you.” He stepped closer, his blue eyes locking with Wildpaw’s, a confident grin playing on his lips. “Come on, Wildpaw, let’s show them how WindClan does it—reckless, bold, and maybe a little bit... dangerous.” With a final, teasing wink, Vinesmoke backed away, tail swishing with a barely contained excitement. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thought of being part of Wildpaw’s chaos made everything feel even more thrilling
Vinesmoke is going for the pegs and string in the ground marking where the barn will be @Dolomedes (im going to use that header every time they are together lol) OPEN
Lichenshock
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20 moons || she/her || WindClan Warrior || honed skill [INACTIVE] scrawny calico with one blind eye; blue eyes
Lichenshock was no friend to twolegs or their toys. Had she been a prouder cat, unwilling to allow her fear to be known to others, she may have leapt at this opportunity with the same boundless energy she leaps at most things in life... but this was something the small feline approached far more cautiously. She's only really here so she can point out if ant of the weird metal dens that trapped her once before are a threat to the rest of her Clan. Plus it might feel good to destroy a thing or two. Take from them like they took from her.
She begins with what's likely an easy target: the blueish greyish thing that Wispshard is going after. "Need some help?" She asks, forcing the usual cheerful chirp into her mew as she unsheathes her claws and sinks them into the thin, brittle material, slicing down with a satisfying riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!
Fallensky followed Twighlightstar and her clanmates out of camp, flexing her claws in excitement. This was her chance to prove she was great! Her wounds were still healing and stung when she moved, but she would cope with pain when it came to dealing with clan problems. She loved WindClan, of course. As she trotted through the mass of cats tearing up twoleg garbage, she kept her eyes open for a certain someone. Fleetpaw. Or maybe Hollyhawk, or Daywhisper. Maybe even Maplepaw? Anyone to keep her company would be good at this point. With her future mate and best friend still apprentices, she was quite lonely. Even her mother and brother hadn't spoken to her in a while; everycat was busy.
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