Blazesong was aware she was late. After all the chaos, she had completely forgotten to
Report back to her leader. So she had brought her usual peace offering. An unfortunately
Loud and large Beetle was dangling in her jaws. It was a glorious hue of green, a rather
Delightful sheen of shimmer. She wrinkled her nose at the noise. She wished it would just
Shut up. Dropping the Beetle, her eyes narrowed in dismay as it made a loud, angry noise
At her, and skittered off. "Crap," She mumbled, displeased. Then she recalled why
She was really here.
"I was gonna give that to you, yep yep. Peace offering for being late, yep! After all
The chaos I forgot; never informed you nope. About the exile. Never did... nope.
She shook her head in disapproval. Silly Little Bird! How dare Beetlebopper forget that.
Tail twitching left and right, the mottled gray and white short-hair paused a minute. Oop. "AAH! Sorry for intruding yep-yep! Shoulda waited, hmm? Yep. Uhm... yep-yep! Rights.
Rights. Exile went well!! Hollowsfoot meandered right away, yep-yep. Didn't put up a
Fights, nope. He did says he wantsa come backs one day,, yep-yep." Unsure of what
Else to chatter about. She sat peaceably on her rump, one leg splayed out and her Lavender
Hued eyes glaring for a moment where the Beetle had skittered off to. Traitor. Then, she
Dragged her gaze back to the leader. Little Bird was too silly for her own good, yep-yep!
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| @Moonraven [Sorry this is so late! It slipped my mind.] |
Rabbitpaw giggled softly as Miss Twilightstar gave a lick to his head, though he was a bit flustered by her following praise as much as he appreciated it. Then he nodded, "Of course! I wanna be the best tunneler! Like Crowtooth." The apprentice bounced up on his paws, unable to keep still with how happy he was that Miss Twilightstar liked his gift and said that he would be really good warrior just like his mentor! He was only 6 moons, he had a lot of time to train before he was that good, but he'll work hard to achieve it! For Windclan and everyone! The apprentice gave a last smile to the older feline, "I'll leave you be for now, I have to give everyone else their gifts too! Bye bye, Miss Twilightstar!" With that he gave the leader some time to reply before he was bounding from the den, almost falling right of it as he forgot about the ledge. Though he slowed down enough in time to not go toppling over, that would've been embarrassing. Now to find Crowtooth and mama and Miss Lightningstorm.
Snowkit saw the leader's smile. Uh-oh, she thought. But she lied, and said, "I looked through it multiple times. I'm certain I got everything." She showed no signs that she was lying.
(Silver Tongue in use)
Twilightstar twitched her tail but said nothing more about the kit's behavior. "Alright, shall I help you get down?" Twilightstar asked the kit with a curious cock of her head.
Yes! Approval for scouting and his weird predator plan that was probably gonna be a mess to implement.... Ah well, Crowtooth was never one to shy away from blood and if shadowclan could master the (admittedly vile) act of skinning a creature so could he. Though the tunneler would at least keep his morals in this, while they never had any.
The tom grin and nodded at the leaders orders to bring a buddy, already planning on snagging Bravebird and Silverrose given the two mollies had been awfully bloodthirty of late. ...Actually most of Crowtooths molly friends were perpetually ready to pop somethings head off of its body at the slightest provocation. ....Maybe that said something about his friendships and so him come to think of it.
Of course no compliment came without an ego kill and even as the tom beamed it was rapidly overcome with an almost comical fake offended expression at the tease. Maybe it was because he trusted the leader so and spending time around her brought him back to younger more innocent days but the tom succumbed to more juvenile instincts and promptly blew a cheeky raspberry before thumping his head down on his paws as if he was sulking.
Which was a bad idea as the food coma from the rabbit they'd shared set in, triggering a huge yawn from the tom as he pondered if he could get away with a nap today. "Ill be careful, promise. An' once I run the cats through a final check o' their skills I'll bring some names fer ya ta keep in mind, this project will serve as a good trail, if nothin' else." Another yawn. "Stars now that 'm full 'm ready fer a nap, ya get me?"
The leader used to take a lot more naps from what Crowtooth could recall, but he hadnt seen her in one of late.
Actually... No reason they both couldnt nap here at the base of the leaders den, and if Twiligthstar wanted to leave early to do duties it wasnt like she had to kick him out of her den.
"I think Im just gonna crash here for a mo' if thats alright, ya can join me if ya like?..." The toms increasingly groggy rasping did little to hide the hopeful tinge to his voice, ever appreciative of the company and eager for the overworked molly to take a break. Though he was basically already drifting off personally, feeling full comfortable and safe where he lay.
@Moonraven(I totally forgot to wrap this up but we can call this the final crow post for this rp if you'd like!)
[Sounds good to me]
Yawning was contagious. The leader found herself fighting off one after Crowtooth's. His promises to be careful reassured her to a certain extent. But it wasn't like she'd never not worry about him, in the same way she'd act with the clan. It was difficult not to worry when there was so much to worry about. At the mention of a nap, the leader's shoulder slumped slightly.
The eaten rabbit sat heavy in her belly, like a rock. Twilightstar was tired, but as she was in this constant state of exahstion, rarely did she bother ackowling the state. She missed being able to sleep without her mind going into overdrive, her anxiety surfacing and reminding her of everything that she'd never get back. She missed her kits, both adopted and birthed, she missed old friends and clanmates, she missed her brother and her mother, but above all she missed the simple life of a warrior she left behind.
But she didn't regret where she was right now, but being able to sleep easy and uncaringingly as she did in the past... Twilightstar shook away her petty, unchangeable concerns, and got to her paws at the offer to rest with Crowtooth. "Sure, I'd love to just give me one moment." Twilightstar purred as she climbed to her paws and grabbed their rabbit's remain.
She went to bury them outside of camp and return a moment with dirty paws. Twilightstar plopped herself down beside Crowtooth, pressing her flank against the dark tom's. She dropped her chin onto of the warrior's back, near his shoulder blades, and yawned once again. Leechscar was the only one who napped with her usually, Crowtooth's bulky form was similar to her anti-social son's. She shifted a little bit to get comfier and swiftly fell asleep no long after. Having someone around to rest with always soothed this knot in her chest. The leader dozed off without any worries for once in a while.
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F L A S H F E A T H E R
He/Him - 23 Moons - WindClan Warrior - Purrks: Bewitched
Fluffy cream tom with gray rings on his body,
a skinny build and green eyes
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Phew. Okay. You Got this. You got this. Just walk in and talk to Miss Twi. Thats all you have to do. Not like she has been leading the clan long before you were born. Except she has. Don't make a fool of yourself don't make a fool of yourself.... HERE I COMEEEEE!!!! The cream and gray tom trotted into Twilightstar's den, smile on his face. "Hey Twilightsta-" and yet again Flashfeather found himself on his face. Stars, he was cursed for sure! He quickly scrambled to his feet, pelt hot with embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry miss!!!" he apologized, dipping his head. THE ONE THING I DIDN'T WANT TO DO HAPPENED!!!! NOW TWILIGHTSTAR IS GONNA HATE ME WHEN I HAVENT EVEN TALKED TO HER!!! YOU FOOL!!!! Panic flashed through his head as he tried to correct the situation. "I-I can clean all the dens for the next season-cycle and go on all patrols j-just please don't hate me!" he begged, his fur shaking. Oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars she's going to exile me for sure!! I'm going to have to live as an outsider and I'll be apart from my clan ohhh stars why did you have to make a fool of yourself you dummy!!!!!!!"I oh stars I am sosososososososososososo Sorry miss Twilightstar please don't exile me I'll do whatever you want I Uhhh I'll leave if you want just please please please don't exile me! I-I can get you whatever you want to make it up to you I swear!!!"
The one eyed leader blinked her eye as the cream and gray tom entered her den. The young warrior started off happy, but tripping over seemingly nothing and face-planting derailed that happy train. It was like a bomb of anxiety was set off in the den, mixed with just enough panic to make the fur along her spine bristle uncomfortable. Had Flashfeather always been this anxiety-ridden? The WindClan leader couldn't recall at the moment as she was to busy trying to keep up with Flashfeather's rambles.
The WindClan leader got to her paws and took some tentive steps towards the panicking tom once it sounded like he ran out of breath. She attempted to sooth the frazzled warrior with a light headbutt and some gentle, comforting licks across ear and forehead.
"Calm down, Flashfeather, I'm not mad and I'm certainly don't hate you or having any intentions of exiling you. You didn't do anything wrong. You're not in any trouble." She trilled softly. Twilightstar was genuinely concerned about this little panic attack. Was he always this...much or was it just with her? Cause if this was his normal level of axiety, Twilightstar truly had no clue how he functioned day to day.
"Did you hurt your head?" She quired, leaning in to looking at where he had fallen on his face. He didn't seem all that worried about himself.
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Blazesong was aware she was late. After all the chaos, she had completely forgotten to
Report back to her leader. So she had brought her usual peace offering. An unfortunately
Loud and large Beetle was dangling in her jaws. It was a glorious hue of green, a rather
Delightful sheen of shimmer. She wrinkled her nose at the noise. She wished it would just
Shut up. Dropping the Beetle, her eyes narrowed in dismay as it made a loud, angry noise
At her, and skittered off. "Crap," She mumbled, displeased. Then she recalled why
She was really here.
"I was gonna give that to you, yep yep. Peace offering for being late, yep! After all
The chaos I forgot; never informed you nope. About the exile. Never did... nope.
She shook her head in disapproval. Silly Little Bird! How dare Beetlebopper forget that.
Tail twitching left and right, the mottled gray and white short-hair paused a minute. Oop. "AAH! Sorry for intruding yep-yep! Shoulda waited, hmm? Yep. Uhm... yep-yep! Rights.
Rights. Exile went well!! Hollowsfoot meandered right away, yep-yep. Didn't put up a
Fights, nope. He did says he wantsa come backs one day,, yep-yep." Unsure of what
Else to chatter about. She sat peaceably on her rump, one leg splayed out and her Lavender
Hued eyes glaring for a moment where the Beetle had skittered off to. Traitor. Then, she
Dragged her gaze back to the leader. Little Bird was too silly for her own good, yep-yep!
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| @Moonraven [Sorry this is so late! It slipped my mind.] |
Blazesong arrived carrying something with her. Twilightstar's green eye lifted to meet the molly's as she began talking. Whatever Blazesong had it was very much alive, she could see it squirming around. Then it fell and off it went. Peace offering? She was lost at first until Blazesong meowed about the exile. Hollowfoot! Twilightstar had almost forgotten about him with all the commotion as of late. Twilightstar has an assortment of emotional turmoil that she's been trying to shove aside or ignore. Her abrupt decision to exile Hollowfoot... she still wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"That's alright, I forgot to thank you for your help. I'm glad to hear that he left without any trouble. Whether he'll be able to return... that's something I'll have to think about. Anyway, I appreciate the gift, it looked rather pretty before it ran off." Twilightstar chuckled, eye darting in the direction of the beetle. She'd have to hunt for it later. It's been so long since she's gotten a bug as a gift. She wasn't fond of insects, but she wasn't one to turn down a gift whether she liked it or not, it was the thought that counted.
"No, I'm fine!" Snowkit climbed down, gleefully waiting for the moment when her leader noticed the rock. She'd have to tell Chaosclan about this... Snowkit headed away.
@Moonraven
(And she's gone. Have fun with the rock in Twilightstar's bedding! She can talk to Snowkit about it later, when she notices)
| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
The leader's lack of instant aggression or suspicion alleviated some of the tension Lightningstorm lived with on a daily, allowing some of the coiled stress in her shoulders to unfurl, the reprieve instantly welcomed. There were few cats in the clan the medicine cat could admit to feeling comfortable around, the mutual distrust she shared with so many of the warriors making her prefer avoiding their presence altogether. It was a harsh living condition for a cat who had once been a social butterfly, naturally curious about the ins and outs of the clan and constantly worried about everyone's well being. It was an odd shift she had found herself in, to still hold some worry for the health of the cats under her medical care but not enough to completely blind herself to the very real possibility that any one of them would kill her given the chance. The meeting with the leader allowed for a small window of time in which this constant struggle was nonexistent, and she relished in this freedom immensely.
"Just some reports for the most part," the molly mewed, her memory still fresh with the many visitors she had gotten to her den or late, both living and star dwelling. It was almost like she was given no moment to rest between everyone suddenly wanting to chat her up for some reason or other. The old her would have welcomed the talks, but she had grown far too paranoid and skeptical to see them as mere social calls. At least, as far as those who had been uninjured or in good health went.
"There's an apprentice of late that's become convinced he cannot be a warrior. Orangepaw. His father seems to have given him the idea that his breathing condition makes him a perfect candidate for a medicine cat apprentice, but I beg to disagree. I don't know where this mentality of cats unfit for warrior life are better suited as medics, but it most certainly takes more than simply not being able to be a warrior to be a bloody healer, I can tell you that much."
A snort escaped the lithe calico as she spoke, obvious frustration lacing her voice. She wasn't certain what had possessed Watertail to attempt to force her choice in such an awkward fashion, completely attempting to take away her right in the matter, but then... that was WindClan, wasn't it? Medicine cats didn't matter until someone needed to be healed... or until something went wrong. Then they were the number one cat to go to if only to scream at and blame until the problem solved itself or the healer in question was sent away... one way or another. She mildly wondered if this was how Cowtuft had found himself without a mentor when he had first been appointed medicine cat, and if only it served to make Lightningstorm admire the tom even more. To have survived so long when the odds were so stacked against you was nothing short of miraculous, especially with how reluctant the stars had been to communicate prior to everything turning itself upside down.
"What they think or don't think on the matter is really neither here nor there though, really. I've had plenty of warriors with his same condition as patients before. One was a guardian as well, so it can be done. Not with his attitude, I suppose, but it is a possibility. That said, if it is running what worries him so, I was wondering if perhaps the life of a tunneler would be more fitting for the lad? Crowtooth is another cat who requires juniper berries for his breathing conditions. And he does better than just alright, don't he? It's a tough job, and it requires finesse and good memory... but I figured that perhaps the knowledge that another tom with his same predicament is thriving in the position would give Orangepaw the boost he needs," she mewed, whiskers twitching slightly. She wasn't certain if this would work. Wasn't certain if Orangepaw truly was having troubles adapting to his training with his condition or if there was something else going on, but it was the most she could do as the clan's medicine cat. Offer options before relegating cats to lives in the elders' den at far too young an age, assuming the clan would even allow such a thing in the first place.
"Oh!" Lightningstorm continued swiftly, ears perking up as she realized she had almost forgotten the first reason she had come here in the first place. "Also... Firestorm? I love that she-cat, you know that, right? Absolutely adore that she stays with me in the medic's den. Makes the place far more lively. But she's gotta go. Order her to the nursery. Please! I'm bloody begging here, I am! If I have to clean up morning sick one more time because the herbs smell too bloody harsh I am dragging her by the scruff myself! Not to mention the kits should be born in the bloody nursery. Make friends from a young age. They've no business being cooped up in that prison with me."
@Moonraven [Twilightstar]
| Had not forgotten this! Between the storms, power outages, and the events my Lightningstorm response list took a big hit and I am going through it now! Sorry for the wait. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
@Moonraven
Sleepybramble nervously padded up to the leader's den entrance.
"H-Hey, Twilightstar? I-I think one of the elders- some stocky, brown tom- died. I went to see if he was alright since he seemed stiff as a branch and he didn't move when I nudged him..."(she's on about Elkgrowl, owned by @RoboPrism. I'm having Sleepybramble notice since shes a caring cat and wants to help out a lot.)
vixenkit
A pale brown tom with darker markings who is missing one leg with green eyes. His missing leg makes it difficult to move fast and sit properly.
Purrks: N/A
[tags ; @Moonraven ]
Vixenkit padded in, his ears low, as he was unsure whether he was supposed to be there. "Miss Twilightstar? I have something for you." he mewed nervously. He swept the maple leaf behind him with his paw, making sure that Miss Twilightstar didn't see it before he gave it to her. He sat down, shifting himself to make his missing leg more comfortable- and hidden. He was still quite embarrassed about it, and he was teased whenever he tried to join their games and couldn't run fast enough. He blinked his green eyes, trying to get the thought out of his head.
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F L A S H F E A T H E R
He/Him - 24 Moons - WindClan Warrior - Purrks: Bewitched, Kitty Softpaws, Two Left Paws
Fluffy cream tom with gray rings on his body,
a skinny build and green eyes
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PHEW! Twilightstar wasn't mad at Flashfeather! Horray!! He lifted his head up and smiled, shaking dust off of his cream and gray pelt. "Uhhh,, yup yup yup! I'm completely fine ma'am!" he said quickly. What the warrior didn't expect was his leader trying to comfort him. He let out a sigh. He was lucky to be in WindClan, he should have known. Twilightstar was so nice! "It happens all the time. It's just I've never really talked to you, and I-I wanted to get a good first impression on you... Stupid curse ruined that for me," Flashfeather explained to the older molly, getting back up to his paws. Shoot. I forgot what I was going to ask Twilightstar! Think Think Think!! IDEA!"So um I found some rabbit skulls while walking through the territory and I-I was wondering if you wanted one? As like a trinket for your den or something?" PHEW! HE WAS SAFE! A gift was a reasonable explanation for why Flashfeather would go to see Twilightstar! So it was a great idea. Plus, the warrior had no reason to keep two rabbit skulls, so why not give one to his leader? It wasn't the reason Flashfeather came here, but it was still a good reason.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Whisperinghive
Beefed Up T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch
Whisperinghive padded to the entrance of the den, his expression hollow. "Twi..Twilightstar? May I come in?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky. He was a new warrior for Starclan's sake! He shouldn't be acting like a kit who had a fight with their mother. Whisperinghive's Flower had went missing...One of his only friends. Was he destined to be left? Did Starclan play a part in this?! Would Blazingstar..No. Whisperinghive shook his head and waited for an answer.
| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
The leader's lack of instant aggression or suspicion alleviated some of the tension Lightningstorm lived with on a daily, allowing some of the coiled stress in her shoulders to unfurl, the reprieve instantly welcomed. There were few cats in the clan the medicine cat could admit to feeling comfortable around, the mutual distrust she shared with so many of the warriors making her prefer avoiding their presence altogether. It was a harsh living condition for a cat who had once been a social butterfly, naturally curious about the ins and outs of the clan and constantly worried about everyone's well being. It was an odd shift she had found herself in, to still hold some worry for the health of the cats under her medical care but not enough to completely blind herself to the very real possibility that any one of them would kill her given the chance. The meeting with the leader allowed for a small window of time in which this constant struggle was nonexistent, and she relished in this freedom immensely.
"Just some reports for the most part," the molly mewed, her memory still fresh with the many visitors she had gotten to her den or late, both living and star dwelling. It was almost like she was given no moment to rest between everyone suddenly wanting to chat her up for some reason or other. The old her would have welcomed the talks, but she had grown far too paranoid and skeptical to see them as mere social calls. At least, as far as those who had been uninjured or in good health went.
"There's an apprentice of late that's become convinced he cannot be a warrior. Orangepaw. His father seems to have given him the idea that his breathing condition makes him a perfect candidate for a medicine cat apprentice, but I beg to disagree. I don't know where this mentality of cats unfit for warrior life are better suited as medics, but it most certainly takes more than simply not being able to be a warrior to be a bloody healer, I can tell you that much."
A snort escaped the lithe calico as she spoke, obvious frustration lacing her voice. She wasn't certain what had possessed Watertail to attempt to force her choice in such an awkward fashion, completely attempting to take away her right in the matter, but then... that was WindClan, wasn't it? Medicine cats didn't matter until someone needed to be healed... or until something went wrong. Then they were the number one cat to go to if only to scream at and blame until the problem solved itself or the healer in question was sent away... one way or another. She mildly wondered if this was how Cowtuft had found himself without a mentor when he had first been appointed medicine cat, and if only it served to make Lightningstorm admire the tom even more. To have survived so long when the odds were so stacked against you was nothing short of miraculous, especially with how reluctant the stars had been to communicate prior to everything turning itself upside down.
"What they think or don't think on the matter is really neither here nor there though, really. I've had plenty of warriors with his same condition as patients before. One was a guardian as well, so it can be done. Not with his attitude, I suppose, but it is a possibility. That said, if it is running what worries him so, I was wondering if perhaps the life of a tunneler would be more fitting for the lad? Crowtooth is another cat who requires juniper berries for his breathing conditions. And he does better than just alright, don't he? It's a tough job, and it requires finesse and good memory... but I figured that perhaps the knowledge that another tom with his same predicament is thriving in the position would give Orangepaw the boost he needs," she mewed, whiskers twitching slightly. She wasn't certain if this would work. Wasn't certain if Orangepaw truly was having troubles adapting to his training with his condition or if there was something else going on, but it was the most she could do as the clan's medicine cat. Offer options before relegating cats to lives in the elders' den at far too young an age, assuming the clan would even allow such a thing in the first place.
"Oh!" Lightningstorm continued swiftly, ears perking up as she realized she had almost forgotten the first reason she had come here in the first place. "Also... Firestorm? I love that she-cat, you know that, right? Absolutely adore that she stays with me in the medic's den. Makes the place far more lively. But she's gotta go. Order her to the nursery. Please! I'm bloody begging here, I am! If I have to clean up morning sick one more time because the herbs smell too bloody harsh I am dragging her by the scruff myself! Not to mention the kits should be born in the bloody nursery. Make friends from a young age. They've no business being cooped up in that prison with me."
@Moonraven [Twilightstar]
| Had not forgotten this! Between the storms, power outages, and the events my Lightningstorm response list took a big hit and I am going through it now! Sorry for the wait. |
The older she-cat was glad to see some of the tension in the WindClan healer's body drain. She assumed there was at least a bit of trust between them or a mutual respect enough for Lightningstorm not to feel stressed or judged around it. At the mention of reports, she perked her ears up.
Ah, of course it was Orangepaw. Hearing how Watertail put nonsense in the young cat's head was concerning. But it seemed like they both shared the same thoughts about Crowtooth. "Yes, Orangepaw, he came to me practically begging to be an elder because of his breathing issues. I allowed it for the time being considering he made it sound like there was no way he could continue training with his condition. I meant to speak to you and get your thoughts on it and to fetch Crowtooth to see if he'd be willing to train the tom." Twilightstar meowed.
"Alas, I've been a little consumed with other matters so haven't gotten around to it." She adds sheepishly. "But from what you're saying it sounds like he shouldn't have any issues learning, or at least tunneling. I'm sorry he's been such a bother in the medicine den, he's not supposed to be staying in there and he knows that. As for Watertail, if you haven't already set him straight, I'll see about speaking to him. Blind warriors, half-blind, missing limbs, cats with breathing issues, they've overcome their disabilities and served the clan fine as warriors in the past, I'm not sure what has Watertail and Orangpaw convinced you'll take him as an apprentice because of that."
Twilightstar would feel better if Lightningstorm took an apprentice, but certainly wouldn't force her for the clan's sake. She was doing her job well enough, there wasn't any need to add extra concerns on top of her worries. Worst comes to worst, if something happened to Lightningstorm, Twilightstar's already done the whole solo rank thing twice, what was one more time. Either StarClan would stick their nose in it, or Twilightstar would pick someone suitable to replace Lightningstorm. She didn't want Lightningstorm to feel obligated to do anything, she suffered enough.
"I'll see if Crowtooth is willing to do some training with Orangepaw, if he is convinced, he can't be a warrior, a tunneler will do." She promised, she just had to find Crowtooth later. She'd say Dustbunny, but Crowtooth had the breathing problem and thus the best to teach the tom.
A heartwarming smile appeared on her face when Lightningtorm mentioned Firestorm. Not the pair she expected to become mates, but it wasn't like she wasn't happy for them. "Kits, I'm happy for the two of you." Twilightstar trilled. "I'll make sure to get her into the nursery. I can't imagine how difficult it is in the medicine den with the strong scents." The leader recalled having trouble keeping food down and certain scents when pregnant. She could only imagine how difficult it was for Firestorm.
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@Moonraven
Sleepybramble nervously padded up to the leader's den entrance.
"H-Hey, Twilightstar? I-I think one of the elders- some stocky, brown tom- died. I went to see if he was alright since he seemed stiff as a branch and he didn't move when I nudged him..."(she's on about Elkgrowl, owned by @RoboPrism. I'm having Sleepybramble notice since shes a caring cat and wants to help out a lot.)
Twilightstar flattened her ears as Sleepybramble entered, speaking about the death of one of their elders. "Elkgrowl has passed." She meowed sadly. She wasn't overly familiar with him, but a dead clanmate was always sad news. "You can call one of the warriors, Leechscar, Batglare, or Crowtooth, they'll get him out and buried at the Starry Meadow. I'll announce his passing at the next meeting. Thank you, Sleeybramble."
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vixenkit
A pale brown tom with darker markings who is missing one leg with green eyes. His missing leg makes it difficult to move fast and sit properly.
Purrks: N/A
[tags ; @Moonraven ]
Vixenkit padded in, his ears low, as he was unsure whether he was supposed to be there. "Miss Twilightstar? I have something for you." he mewed nervously. He swept the maple leaf behind him with his paw, making sure that Miss Twilightstar didn't see it before he gave it to her. He sat down, shifting himself to make his missing leg more comfortable- and hidden. He was still quite embarrassed about it, and he was teased whenever he tried to join their games and couldn't run fast enough. He blinked his green eyes, trying to get the thought out of his head.
Twilightstar left her den as soon as she heard the kit's call from outside. She landed lightly amongst the root of the Galewood and blinked her eye at young Vixenkit. "Hello, little one." Twilightstar purred sweetly. She took a seat near the kit and flickered her tail behind her. "You said you have something for me?" She hoped whatever it was better than the gift Snowkit had left her. It hadn't taken her long to find the rock in the nest, but still.
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F L A S H F E A T H E R
He/Him - 24 Moons - WindClan Warrior - Purrks: Bewitched, Kitty Softpaws, Two Left Paws
Fluffy cream tom with gray rings on his body,
a skinny build and green eyes
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PHEW! Twilightstar wasn't mad at Flashfeather! Horray!! He lifted his head up and smiled, shaking dust off of his cream and gray pelt. "Uhhh,, yup yup yup! I'm completely fine ma'am!" he said quickly. What the warrior didn't expect was his leader trying to comfort him. He let out a sigh. He was lucky to be in WindClan, he should have known. Twilightstar was so nice! "It happens all the time. It's just I've never really talked to you, and I-I wanted to get a good first impression on you... Stupid curse ruined that for me," Flashfeather explained to the older molly, getting back up to his paws. Shoot. I forgot what I was going to ask Twilightstar! Think Think Think!! IDEA!"So um I found some rabbit skulls while walking through the territory and I-I was wondering if you wanted one? As like a trinket for your den or something?" PHEW! HE WAS SAFE! A gift was a reasonable explanation for why Flashfeather would go to see Twilightstar! So it was a great idea. Plus, the warrior had no reason to keep two rabbit skulls, so why not give one to his leader? It wasn't the reason Flashfeather came here, but it was still a good reason.
Flashfeather reminded her of a kit trying to show his parents that he was mature enough to leave the nursery on his own. It was cute in its little way.
"Well, I'm glad that you're okay." She replied, taking a seat while trying to wrap her head around why he was visiting. If he was just here to chat that was perfectly fine. Twilightstar just used to get some sort of report when it came to her warriors. When he got to the root of the visit, Twilightstar couldn't hide her amused shock.
"A rabbit skull? That's something I've never been gifted before." She chuckled. Just like Blazesong's beetle which she had yet to find, it was a first for everything. "If you'd like to give it to me, I'll delightfully accept it. I'm sure it will liven up my den." She answered gratefully.
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Whisperinghive
Beefed Up T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch
Whisperinghive padded to the entrance of the den, his expression hollow. "Twi..Twilightstar? May I come in?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky. He was a new warrior for Starclan's sake! He shouldn't be acting like a kit who fought with their mother. Whisperinghive's Flower had went missing...One of his only friends. Was he destined to be left? Did Starclan play a part in this?! Would Blazingstar..No. Whisperinghive shook his head and waited for an answer.
She was dragging her claws into the wood of her den again when Whisperinghive called for her. She dropped down back to all four paws and padded towards her nest. "You can come in, Whisperinghive." Most warriors just enter, but she could see how nerve-racking it might be nerve-racking for a new warrior to enter her den. "What can I do for you?" She asked, peering at the orange tom concerningly while grooming her claws.
Re: WindClan Leader's Den
