WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Rani]

Originally Posted by esa

Harefoot snarled and lashed back, whipping his paws in a chaotic frenzy, trying to land some blows on Crowpaw's muzzle. If he hit hard enough, maybe the disrespectful traitor would shut up.

"You can spit your fancy words at me all day, Crowfood, but it won't change the fact that you're worthless." he hissed, lunging forward. "I've fought in way more battles than you, so don't you even try to lecture me. You spent most of your life draining Windclan of its resources, coughing up your insides whilst the rest of us were out hunting for you and fighting for you." Harefoot's teeth were bared and his claws were itching to extend and slash through his apprentice's eyes. He was fed up of this cat doing nothing and thinking that he was entitled to anything.

Harefoot paused and stepped back, realizing that he had been fighting with his apprentice. He turned away with a glare and stalked off. He knew that his sisters would confront him if he returned without Crowpaw so he bit his lip and said "Let's go back to camp. Now."

Crowpaw waited, tense expecting the tom to whirl and attack him. Everything was stinging and one of those hits to his muzzle had managed to dislodge a whisker, leaving a few small blood drops leaking out of his fur. It really wasn't much but the blood was shocking, mainly that in terms of guilt and general feelings Crowpaw had it felt no different to shadowclan blood. He hated this cat. Hate was too kind of a word. He loathed this cat. If Crowpaw had to spend another moment with him as his mentor the apprentice would spill windclan blood. Well more windclan blood, he though looking at the sparse blood speckled on his claws, but that easily disappeared after kicking the dirt a bit.

"Your words are worth about as much as you. So nothing. I don't care who you think you are but accuse me of that again and I will take fur." He heavily plodded prepared to take a long, awkward, and silent walk back to camp with no shame. Crowpaw had meant every word he said but he also meant it when he said Harefoot was nothing, so as long as the cat never interacted with him again the skunk-pelted apprentice would be happy to never think of him again.

[Mayflower]

Paleheart was confused. Moonchaser wasn't exactly always the nicest, sure, but that was just plain mean! Paleheart's vision clouded as she fluffed up her fur, taking a deep breath. Before too long she popped right back up, a ball of pale fur suddenly next to the prissy tom. No, not prissy! Prissy was mean! She'd have to come up for a totally fun and positive word for Moonchaser later. For now? She had to cheer him up. "I'm not reeeeeally bothering you, am I? I'm just making sure everyone in here has a bright and happy day! You Included!" The fluffy molly smiled brightly, crossed eyes barely making out the face of the curly tom next to her. Hmm. Maybe he needed a gift to lift his spirits...
@Romulus

[Rani]

Crowpaw narrowed his eyes at the pushy apprentice. Guess Stagpaw couldn't take a hint, but then again that was to be expected wasn't it. "Oh and how can you tell I'm sad huh? Maybe Im perfectly happy and you're just bad at reading my facial expressions." He responded drolly amused (for now) by the other cats perceptiveness. Then again Crowpaws general facial expression was grumpy so maybe Stagpaw thought that meant sad, how would he know.

Crowpaw twisted his head to look at the second intruder to his sulking, a kit this time. He raised an eyebrow at the kits swagger and bold questions "A little young to be looking for a mate don't you think?" He teased only slightly less biting than his normal snarking. "Well I wouldn't know, more interested in toms myself and not even then. But Im good at words and wit which usually means my playful flirting goes well but I've no clue if it translates to she cats so you're dead out of luck." He huffed out at the kit idly wondering if his rasping voice would scar this kit off like the last. He was amused by this interaction a little more than Stagpaws prodding but then again this was less hitting on Crowpaws issues. "Sorry kid unless it's fighting your better off asking someon-" He only managed to get halfway through the sentence before Stagpaws agreeing cut him off, his steadily rising mood dropping at his conscription into kit minding. "Well I guess we're helping you now." He deadpanned huffing in a wheezing sigh.
"Alright you two what do you even want to do?" He asked hauling himself to his paws and sitting more alertly.

@Arie @~Cloud

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

Originally Posted by Siren Bliss

[ @TheNyanCatMinecart; ]

---Stormpaw---

The apprentice padded after his new mentor, hoping this on would teach him something. Although they were already training, so that was a start. All the others never made it this far. The former rogue looked around to get a good look of the clearing. This must be where they trained. It was weird.
Stormpaw was used to stormy weather after living 18 moons in an alleyway. It wouldn't be a problem if it was. It wasn't though.

Wolffang nodded at his apprentice as he came up to him. Luckily, the sky had cleared while he had been waiting. The temperature wasn't too much warmer, although the difference wasn't felt much due to his thick, sleek pelt. The large tom looked down at the brown-and-white tom, his bright gaze scanning him suspiciously. He had heard that this cat was a former rogue, so he should probably be harsher on him. It would make him a better WindClan cat despite his rogue heritage.
"Good. You're here, but you're late," he told them, his voice strict and firm. "Next time, be faster." He gave a simple flick of his tail before carrying on. "You are older than the average warrior, so you should know some skills. However, I believe that you should know how a WindClan warrior fights." Wolffang gave a quick glance toward the direction of the sun, being careful not to actually look into it.
"Alright," he meowed, looking back toward the ex-rogue. "Watch me carefully."

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Sakura

Rabbitpaw saw her wipe blood from her chin and his ears perked. Did I hurt her? He shook his head fiercely. An enemy warrior wouldnt stop and let me see if they were okay! I gotta do this! With a growl as she took a flying leap toward him, he rolled to the side, avoiding her twisting on her paws and slamming her paws down on bare dirt. He jumped up, leaping at her and when he landed, he cuffed his paws over her ears and swung a paw at her front legs to try and trip her up.

Lynxpaw's tongue was stinging, but the she-cat continued her fight, upset that Rabbitpaw had dodged her swipe and attempted kick. The brown tabby landed a little off, causing her balance to be disrupted, before she fell over completely due to Rabbitpaw's swipe at her front paws. Lynxpaw fell with an "oof" feeling her body began to be sore. They may not be using claws but Rabbitpaw's blows were sharp and sure, and Lynxpaw still wasn't exactly sure how to fight. The feline lay on the ground, breathing heavily, blood still dripping from her moth before she looked towards Breezefeather. She kind of wanted to be done now, she was growing tired.

@Arie

[CrystalLune]

Flameheart looked for lillyleaf. Trying not to blush as he found her. When is she ever going to notice i like her. @ILoveLeafpool

[Madelaine]

A young brown and white kitten laid in an empty nest, letting out a hundred little mews. His mother had passed away yesterday and he had no cat to take care of him. he let out a million twitches and inched away from the nest. Soon he fell completely off and laid there on the cold ground. His paws let out tiny twitches and he began to shiver. The young tom wanted to wiggle his tail, but he was born without one. Again he let out tiny cries.

[Quasar]

Robinnose skipped into the nursery, a warm smile set on his muzzle. He was carrying a large rabbit, big enough to feed almost half the kits. With a small huff, he dropped it in the middle of the nursery and quickly went back out into the clearing to grab some other little gift he found out on his daily walk. A couple feathers, a small bundle of daisies, some pretty rocks, and some fresh bundles of miss for them to use for moss ball. He smiled down at the little pile of gift he made before raising his head to gaze warmly at all the kits. "Kittos, I brought some presents!" he mewed, a pure rumbling in his throat.

(Open to any kits or queens)

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak arrived earlier than he'd intended to. He'd set out as dusk settled over the forest and arrived sooner than most warriors would be asleep, so it left him in an awkward position to remember the camp layout on the spot, act like he belonged. (Pretend he didn't used to have an embarrassing crush on Blazingstar.)

(Oh stars. They knew about that, didn't they? That was surely a running gag around here.) ...Running gag also seemed like a recurring joke they'd have, and he even wanted to indulge the meta-commentary about how his mind was running but that too was another stupid WindClan pun. Okay. No. No more of that.

He was here for their medicine cats. (Should've thought this through.) However, he merely stood like a dope in camp entrance as he scanned for where they'd be, fleeting memories of their faces and pelts. SHOW ME YOUR MEDICINE CATS. Probably not an appropriate way to approach. Nervous energy radiated off of him.

(They knew about the Blazingstar thing. He was convinced. How else would those stares be explained?)

Fawnsqueak took a tepid step forward, then retracted his paw like the camp had bit him. It felt weird to be here without an invitation.


@Mumble

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Slinky

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, the slender kit took one more moment to stretch, kneading his claws into the gentle moss below him. While he did this, his soft blue gaze fell to the nervous tortoiseshell she-kit near the entrance. With a flick of his ears, the calm tom slowly patted towards her, catching the nervous body language. Staying a little away, he took another moment to examine her before speaking up, "Hi. We haven't met. I'm Sproutkit." His young voice was calm, a small purr in his throat.

The molly sat still, ignoring the kit. She didn't feel like talking. Not now anyways. The kit huffed when he padded up to her and spoke. She was silent, not speaking. Moments later, a sigh escaped from the kit. "Blackkit" she introduced herself.

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