WindClan Clearing

[Palmtreejesus]

Stumblekit padded into the clearing from the nursery, taking his time because of his constant wobbling, and settled down near the fresh kill pile. He sighed, taking a small bird. He hated being weaned, especially since it was the only way he felt connected to his lost siblings. He had no idea what their names were now, as the other clans probably changed them, and desperately wanted to see them. He was so lonely here. None of the other kits where his age, as he should have been made an apprentice by now but was taken by twolegs the moon before he turned five. Such is life, he supposed.

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STUMBLEKIT
He/him
Attaxia cat

[FrumpyFoxtail]

| RatJump |
| 28 moons | thin and black furred, slim body with fern green eyes |
"let me guess...someone stole your sweetroll?"

RatJump chuckled, his tail sweeping against the kits shoulder.
"That's good DreamKit, i hope to starclan you get a wonderful mentor."

He strolled to the gorse bush which was the apprentice den, he lowered his muzzled, pointing it at the hole that went under the bush, that was where the nests were located.

"That's where you'll be sleeping in a moon,be sure to train hard and gallantly to become a warrior of windclan" he mewed, looking at the kit.

| @Shanmo11 :3 |

| #RatJump

[Shanmo11]

Originally Posted by FrumpyFoxtail

| RatJump |
| 28 moons | thin and black furred, slim body with fern green eyes |
"let me guess...someone stole your sweetroll?"

RatJump chuckled, his tail sweeping against the kits shoulder.
"That's good DreamKit, i hope to starclan you get a wonderful mentor."

He strolled to the gorse bush which was the apprentice den, he lowered his muzzled, pointing it at the hole that went under the bush, that was where the nests were located.

"That's where you'll be sleeping in a moon,be sure to train hard and gallantly to become a warrior of windclan" he mewed, looking at the kit.

| @Shanmo11 :3 |

Dreamkit
(dark orange tabby she-cat with red stripes)
She/her, 6 moons, WindClan kit

"I will!" Dreamkit mewed happily bouncing. She sniffed the bush and saw the nests. "They look less comfortable than the ones in the Nursery." She complained.

[Omari]

Seedpaw pressed her paws into the snow, making small pawprints. A trill rumbled in the back of her throat, amused by the shape, and then she pressed another pawprint into the snow next to the previous ones she had made. (open ? maybe? i dont know haha)

[iliri]

Magnoliakit
medium-furred, small, snow-white albino with very pale, blind blue eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | windclan kit | 5 moons

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The first snow of the season had blanketed WindClan's camp in a soft, glittering layer of white, muting the usual sounds of the bustling clearing. It wasn’t particularly thick—just enough to dust the ground like StarClan’s own frost-kissed fur—but to Magnoliakit, it might as well have been a wonderland. The faint crunch of the thin snow under her paws as she stepped into the open space filled her ears, so soft it was like the ground itself whispered to her. A shiver ran down her spine, though not from the cold. Leaf-bare was harsh, and the wind seemed to bite at her thin coat wherever it could find an opening, but Magnoliakit didn’t mind it today. Her paw prodded at the thin layer of snow beneath her, feeling the way it yielded and shifted—soft and powdery on the surface, but more firm and crusted against the earth below. The sensation was strange yet satisfying. She hummed quietly to herself, air escaping in a faint puff of misted breath. Slowly, deliberately, she spread her toes and swept her paw forward, feeling the icy granules collect into a small heap at her claws. Magnoliakit crouched low, the motion unhurried, her chin nearly brushing the cold ground as she began to dig more earnestly at the snow. The texture changed the deeper she went, her claws scraping at the frozen earth below, the hardness of it jarring compared to the softness above.

Her ears flicked as her whiskers twitched forward, listening intently to the sounds of her small excavation—the faint scratch of her claws, the little thuds as chunks of icy snow landed nearby. “Not as soft as it sounds,” she muttered, half to herself and half to the empty clearing around her. She paused, lifting her paw to shake off the cold clumps that stuck stubbornly between her pads. Her breath quickened slightly as excitement swelled in her chest. This—whatever it was—was fun. Stepping back, Magnoliakit turned her head to “look” at what she’d dug so far. The shallow divot she’d carved in the snow probably didn’t look impressive, but to her, it was progress. She reached down and gently scooped a pawful of the snow together, working to form it into a mound—small and uneven at first, but recognizable enough as she added more to it. A small snow-pile began to take shape. The wind whistled faintly around her ears, ruffling the fur along her neck as she paused to listen. Other kits were probably inside the nursery, curled up against their mothers’ warmth, but Magnoliakit didn’t mind being out here alone. She could hear everything so much better when the clearing was quiet like this—tiny snowflakes landing soundlessly around her, the occasional gust of wind rustling brittle grass, the faint scuffling of some warrior passing at the edge of camp. Her senses drank it all in.

She stood still for a moment, letting the silence settle, then gave a sudden swipe with her paw, sending the snow in front of her scattering into the air like a burst of stars. The chill hit her face and clung to her fur in a way that made her laugh quietly, the sound low but unrestrained, her breath clouding the air again as she shook herself. The idea of a game quickly began to take root in her mind. There wasn’t much snow to work with, but it was enough. Sweeping her paws across the clearing floor, Magnoliakit began to shape another small mound of snow. This time, she crouched and packed it more carefully, feeling the chill bite her pads as she pressed it into something resembling a ball. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers. She nudged it with her nose, sending it rolling forward an inch or two before it stopped, uneven and lopsided. Her ears flicked forward, and she grinned to herself. “Better luck next time,” she muttered, though the challenge only made her more determined. If she couldn’t see how perfect the snowball was, she would feel it with her paws. Magnoliakit swiped again at the snowball with a small burst of energy, sending it tumbling a little farther this time, the motion accompanied by another muffled crunch beneath her claws. She followed it, feeling where it had landed before giving it another soft nudge, her tail flicking behind her like a playful banner. Her pale, glassy eyes seemed almost to glow faintly in the light reflecting off the snow, her expression content.

As she played, the cold crept deeper into her fur, but she barely noticed, her focus instead on the sensations around her—the cool, powdery snow under her paws, the sound of the wind moving over the empty clearing, and the faint, rhythmic sound of her breathing. Though no one else had joined her yet, she wouldn’t have minded if they did. For now, she was content to lose herself in the quiet rhythm of her game, the winter’s chill nothing more than an afterthought as the snow whispered beneath her touch. But as she paused once again to listen, her whiskers twitching, her head turned slightly toward the camp entrance. The clearing wasn’t always quiet for long, and maybe… just maybe… someone else would come out to see what she was up to. She didn’t need company, but the thought didn’t bother her either. If another kit—or even a warrior—wanted to join in, she wouldn’t turn them away. After all, there was plenty of snow to share, even if leaf-bare tried to keep most of its bounty out of reach. Until then, she was perfectly content to sweep her paws over the cold earth, carving little shapes in the snow and letting herself, for this brief moment, forget that leaf-bare brought hardship. Today, in her own little snow-dappled world, the frost was something magical.

open !

[Madelaine]

Barleypaw practiced her hunters crouch.

[ closed just an activity post ]

[Wiggleworm]

Swanpaw crouched down low and flat, practicing her hunter's crouch. She wasn't good with instructions.. especially when it was something related to hunting. She was clumsy on her feet and she wouldn't stay silent half the time.
It wasn't exactly perfect.. But it was a start.
"Like this?" Swanpaw looked to her mentor, Falconbeak.
"Orrr.. Is it more like this?" Swanpaw crouched down slightly lower to the ground, her position was correct, though her ears were perked up and her tail was sticking out more than it should have.. Could use some work, but that's what this practice is for, no?
Swanpaw let out a slight huff, turning to look at Falconbeak.
"Am I doing this right?" The fawn colored shecat asked, clearly hoping to get on with this practice session...

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@nyx

[nyx]

《 ━━━━━━━━━━ Falconbeak ━━━━━━━━━━ 》

he/him / shadowclan warrior / stubborn / idealistic

tags; ( @Wiggleworm ; Swanpaw )


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The grey tom let his mouth part in a yawn as he sat and watched. When he got assigned a mentor, he didn't think it would be this boring. "You look as graceful as a badger." Falconbeak jested, staring at them with a dead panned expression. He picked himself up into a stand and walked beside the apprentice as if this was bothering him. "Watch." he growled, dropping into a crouch beside Swanpaw.

He was low to the ground, his tail down and sticking straight out. The tom made sure his tail wasn't dragging across the ground. Falconbeak crawled forwarded slowly, eyes fixed on a point ahead of him. He shot up and glanced back over to his apprentice. "Like that. It's not that hard."

[Red'fur]

(( Swiftleap/Cal ))

* He looked around the clearing for his mate and sighed. *
" Where is she... "
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@Splitmoon

[Idiotic.Bean101]

art by BinkyPawz on TH
Sunkit-He/Him
2 Moons


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Sunkit went into the clearing, looking for something to do.
He was, like, really bored.
He needed to do something.

Maybe a warrior will play with him or something, who knows.
But, either way, at the big ol' age of two moons, he's already tired of the nursery.


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