WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

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"You okay, Prim?" Cherrykit called.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Wild Card

"You okay, Prim?" Cherrykit called.

Primrose whimpered. "Help!" she wailed, trying to get to her paws.

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"I'll get Mommy!" Cherrykit called back, and raced towards Cloudgaze. "Mommy! Primrosekit is stuck!" She cried.

Cloudgaze got up, and followed Cherrykit.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Wild Card

"I'll get Mommy!" Cherrykit called back, and raced towards Cloudgaze. "Mommy! Primrosekit is stuck!" She cried.

Cloudgaze got up, and followed Cherrykit.

Primrose cried, "Mom? Where are you?" In the dark burrow, she could have sworn she heard a rabbit.

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"I'm right here!" Cloudgaze called.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Wild Card

"I'm right here!" Cloudgaze called.

"H-help!" She looked around. "I can't get up," she whimpered. "Get me out, it's dark down here..."

[lilith]

Originally Posted by starfall

{I have a mini writers block, it should go away soon though}
Sleepingcloud felt warmth flood within him, it wasn't a knew feeling, in fact he knew exactly what the feeling was, and he welcomed it with his whole heart. The silver warrior pulled the other closer, smiling widely, nothing but love was evident in his sky blue eyes as he locked eyes with his love. He leaned forward and licked the top of Juniperlight's head, purring "I'm happy you feel the same way, I wouldn't know what to do if you rejected me." he laughed, ceasing his licks for a few seconds, "How long?" he asked, finally throwing out the question that's been eating away at his thoughts for a while, ever since the other confessed as well.

Letting out a faint purr the lynx-point Siamese rested his head on the shoulder of his love his pale blue eyes gazed off to some random area in his view his whiskers quivered in the slight breeze that broke through the slight snow barrier that had surrounded them. Hearing the toms question he lazily perked his ears. "Well..... In all reality the day when I came across you when the fire had raged through our territory..... I don;t know it was just something about you that just drawed me too you... Then having the chance to really get to know you honestly helped." As he spoke softly, you could hear the love and affection that seeped into his words. Tilting his head back to look at him a smile spread wide across his face. His tail neatly curled up around the other his heat giving a steady beat against his chest. He was filled with over joy and happiness this had got to be the best day of his life. Feeling the over surge of self confidence build up he reached over giving his cheekfur a few loving licks his light pink tongue rasped out.

[Serendipity]

Originally Posted by Blackout

Foxpaw walked into the den he had been trying to find Singenight and had followed the scent to amake area he had never seen before but he lost the scent and now he had finally returned home, his wounds now reopened and he was too tired to get to the medicine cats den. Foxpaw laid down and closed his eyes finally succumbing to his wounds.
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@Zero to Hero EMERGENCY!
"Foxpaw!" An orange-white shecat ran to the bleeding tom. "Oh no....." She grabbed some nearby cobwebs and tried pressing them on the wounds to stop the blood. What am I doing? She shook her head You may know almost all the herbs, but this is too much! She got a hold on the tom's scruff and proceeded to drag him towards the medicine den. She too, had suffered badly from wounds while fighting, but she tried to ignore the pain and moved him to the medicine den. She collapsed on the ground as soon as she finished hauiling the tom. Her weak paws gave away and she fell on the soft ground of the medicine den. Her wounds were starting to bleed again, and the dust rising from the ground wasn't helping. Nevertheless, she accumulated her power into speaking. "S-Surgestorm?"

[Blackout]

Originally Posted by Sweet Skies

@Zero to Hero EMERGENCY!
"Foxpaw!" An orange-white shecat ran to the bleeding tom. "Oh no....." She grabbed some nearby cobwebs and tried pressing them on the wounds to stop the blood. What am I doing? She shook her head You may know almost all the herbs, but this is too much! She got a hold on the tom's scruff and proceeded to drag him towards the medicine den. She too, had suffered badly from wounds while fighting, but she tried to ignore the pain and moved him to the medicine den. She collapsed on the ground as soon as she finished hauiling the tom. Her weak paws gave away and she fell on the soft ground of the medicine den. Her wounds were starting to bleed again, and the dust rising from the ground wasn't helping. Nevertheless, she accumulated her power into speaking. "S-Surgestorm?"

By the time the she-cat had got to Foxpaw and dragged him to the medicine cats den he was barely still breathing, he was unconscious and getting worse, but the bleeding had stopped for now.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

Thrushflight was tucked into a hare he had caught earlier that morning. It was small and the wiry flesh hardly seemed a meal, but he appreciated it in spite of how little it was. Although as the chocolate calico was finishing up, his pale blue gaze rested on Winterwisp, a feline he hadn't spoken to before. With his persona currently, he'd have to act like it took a lot to speak to her so he didn't bother. Thrushflight was known in the clan to seem weak, although in the battle a few clan mates had seen his murderous side when poor Sorrelstripe fell victim to his claws. To cut it short, Thrushflight had to silence them before rumors spread about it. So far, it'd work but it was only a matter of time before the clan realized that not all the evil cats were driven out. Now, back to his physical appearance. Well currently Thrushflight was sitting in a tight ball, licking the crimson off his paws from the hare. He was simply cleaning himself while his pale blue gaze scanned the clearing as though he were being severely cautious. Really, the young warrior was simply surveying who was coming in and out and reviewing patterns that his clan mates were making. He was studying the cats as they went about their day, thinking that peace had come at last. His gaze was mainly focused on Winterwisp, wondering if she'd notice him and he wondered what she'd do.

(Super sorry for the late reply!)
Winterwisp noticed some cat's gaze focused on her. She looked up, with a somewhat defiant expression, as if daring anyone to meet her gaze, which was more of a glare. She scanned the clearing and spotted Thrushflight's pale blues hues staring at her. She glared back and spat, "It's rude to stare you mangy excuse of a cat". Winterwisp suddenly realised what she had just said and let out a small gasp to herself. She didn't let anyone see her face of shock but ducking her head down, licking her chest fur as if she were just giving herself a nice groom. She hated how she had let the taunting memories of the past get to her like this. Thrushflight was normally viewed as a weak cat around the clan and Winterwisp really hoped she hadn't hurt his feelings or anything. Yet what the she cat didn't know was that Thrushflight was much more violent then it seemed. She quickly glanced up at Thrushflight before immediately looking down again. She stared at the ground as she thought about a few things. Maybe it was just her imagination but had she perhaps seen blood, on his paws? The thought of it made her shudder, though she managed to keep herself from doing so. But, since Winterwisp thought of him as a cat that was sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly, she was pretty sure it was simply her imagination. Thrushflight wasn't violent.