WindClan Clearing

[gs29513]

What were the kits scrapping about? Well, actually, not all kits. As Deadmoon paid more attention she realized that it was one kits and two very young apprentices, two of whom were very familiar to her. She had seen Stormpaw around camp, of course, but Strawberrypaw and Frostkit were easily recognizable and immediately gained her attention. She was fairly certain Stormpaw was the one being ganged up on in this situation, seeing as Snowy's kits tended to stick together to a fault. Though she didn't particularly want to yell at them (especially as her apprentice would find out about it and end up hating her more than he already did), she also didn't want to see them quarreling with their denmates. They had each other, but they'd need other friends as well. Also, actual fighting would mean getting in trouble with cats more important than her.

Her mind made up to get involved, although she rather lacked a plan on how to go about it, Deadmoon rose with a shake and padded over to the children. What're you lot arguing about then? I can guarantee Lightningstorm won't be too pleased if she has to patch any of you up, so I'd recommend keeping your paws to yourself, alright? Quite honestly she didn't care if they wanted to argue, she had done enough of that herself that she couldn't really judge, but physical fighting was a big no-no. She'd gotten into one as a kid and it had been......rather terrifying, to be honest. It had been a freak accident, but one of the other kits had hit his head against a rock and been quite badly hurt. A moon in the medicine den had derailed his apprenticeship, and he'd gone missing shortly thereafter. She'd rather not see THAT happen to any of this lot. But especially Strawberrypaw and Frostkit. The latter didn't need any more illness and injury, that was for sure. @Rose @Dolomedes @FANNIBAL

[Watson.]

Ottercold rolled on the grass, huffing and puffing, bored out of his mind. Nothing interesting to do, so boring.

[Activity post - Open]

[Omari]

Originally Posted by Watson.

Ottercold rolled on the grass, huffing and puffing, bored out of his mind. Nothing interesting to do, so boring.

[Activity post - Open]

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

Seedpaw, with a sudden craving for interaction with anybody at this point, sat just outside of the apprentice’s den, big blue eyes peering at her clanmates as they went about her day. She searched for her family–but nobody seemed to be around, so instead her attention was set on an older cat. She toddled on over, tail flicking left and right behind her–she was smaller than your average apprentice, clearly apprenticed early than six moons.

Once near, she squared her shoulder to look big and smiled. “Heeeeeello there!”

[Watson.]

Originally Posted by Omari

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

Seedpaw, with a sudden craving for interaction with anybody at this point, sat just outside of the apprentice’s den, big blue eyes peering at her clanmates as they went about her day. She searched for her family–but nobody seemed to be around, so instead her attention was set on an older cat. She toddled on over, tail flicking left and right behind her–she was smaller than your average apprentice, clearly apprenticed early than six moons.

Once near, she squared her shoulder to look big and smiled. “Heeeeeello there!”

Ottercold stopped rolling around, now half-sitting, half-laying. He stared at the small apprentice with his sharp, cold eyes.
"...Greetings." He finally answered after an awkwardly long pause. He certainly wasn't expecting someone to willingly talk to him, after all, he wasn't the most likeable cat around.
"Need something from me?" His tone was slightly brisk and clipped, but not outright hostile.

[FANNIBAL]

Originally Posted by gs29513

What were the kits scrapping about? Well, actually, not all kits. As Deadmoon paid more attention she realized that it was one kits and two very young apprentices, two of whom were very familiar to her. She had seen Stormpaw around camp, of course, but Strawberrypaw and Frostkit were easily recognizable and immediately gained her attention. She was fairly certain Stormpaw was the one being ganged up on in this situation, seeing as Snowy's kits tended to stick together to a fault. Though she didn't particularly want to yell at them (especially as her apprentice would find out about it and end up hating her more than he already did), she also didn't want to see them quarreling with their denmates. They had each other, but they'd need other friends as well. Also, actual fighting would mean getting in trouble with cats more important than her.

Her mind made up to get involved, although she rather lacked a plan on how to go about it, Deadmoon rose with a shake and padded over to the children. What're you lot arguing about then? I can guarantee Lightningstorm won't be too pleased if she has to patch any of you up, so I'd recommend keeping your paws to yourself, alright? Quite honestly she didn't care if they wanted to argue, she had done enough of that herself that she couldn't really judge, but physical fighting was a big no-no. She'd gotten into one as a kid and it had been......rather terrifying, to be honest. It had been a freak accident, but one of the other kits had hit his head against a rock and been quite badly hurt. A moon in the medicine den had derailed his apprenticeship, and he'd gone missing shortly thereafter. She'd rather not see THAT happen to any of this lot. But especially Strawberrypaw and Frostkit. The latter didn't need any more illness and injury, that was for sure. @Rose @Dolomedes @FANNIBAL

Stormpaw lashed her tail before looking at the warrior. "Y-You don't know what happened!"

[Bill Cipher]

In the forest, where the shadows creep,
The moonlight whispers secrets I keep.
Claws unsheathed, a hunter's sin,
A battle lost, yet I’ll still win


Ashes to embers, the fire will rise,
Beneath the stars, where honor dies.
Vengence shall be mine. a vow to atone,
But in this darkness, I’m not alone


They called me friend, they called me kin,
But trust betrayed is where I begin.
The warrior's code, a fragile thread,
Bound to a fate where the living tread.


Oh, StarClan, watch with blinded eyes,
Your warrior walks where no light lies.
The forest echoes with cries of woe,
Yet this path is mine, and mine alone to go


So let the winds carry my song,
A tale of shadows, where I belong.
For Sunheart fades, and the night takes hold,
A heart of warmth turned cold.


And that cat who took my honor from me I will never forgive! SunHeart meowed.
@SagetheSnowman

[SagetheSnowman]

Fallenpaw raised her eyebrows as she watched Sunheart trod around. What was up with that warrior? She padded closer, but not close enough for them to hear. At least, not too close.
@Bill Cipher

[Bill Cipher]

Sunheart’s ears twitched, and he let out a bitter laugh, though it held no real humor. “They really think StarClan has time for a cat like me?” he said, his voice low and sharp. “They’re too busy watching over those who haven’t made the mistakes I have.” @SagetheSnowman

[SagetheSnowman]

Originally Posted by Bill Cipher

Sunheart’s ears twitched, and he let out a bitter laugh, though it held no real humor. “They really think StarClan has time for a cat like me?” he said, his voice low and sharp. “They’re too busy watching over those who haven’t made the mistakes I have.” @SagetheSnowman

The tip of Fallenpaw's tail twitched as she listened to him ramble. Y-you.... good? She mewed, the soon to be warrior tipping her head.

[Bill Cipher]

Sunheart’s ears flicked at Fallenpaw’s hesitant words, and his gaze shifted toward her, narrowing slightly. For a heartbeat, he said nothing, his amber eyes studying her like she’d just asked him something far too complicated to answer.

“Am I good?” he echoed, his voice low and laced with something bitter. He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Depends who you ask, I suppose. StarClan might say no. The cats I’ve fought alongside might not know the difference. And me? I don’t know anymore.”

His tail lashed behind him as he looked away, his claws kneading the ground. “Goodness doesn’t win battles, Fallenpaw. It doesn’t save lives. It doesn’t change the choices that keep you awake at night.” He paused, his voice growing softer. “So, no. I don’t think I’m ‘good.’ Not in the way you mean.”

For a moment, Sunheart fell silent, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. Then he glanced back at her, his tone quieter, almost apologetic. “But if you’re asking whether I’m okay... I’m trying. That’s all I can do.” @SagetheSnowman