WindClan Clearing

[Tallstar]

Vinesmoke
11 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke nodded at the deputies words “I’ll head it..though I know for a fact I’ll need some help cold ground and all plus your more familiar with the area..”he said as his gears started to turn it would take multiple paws for this project maybe a good teaching opportunity for some of the magnitude of tunnler apprentices “I know Dustbunny may want to help could be a good opportunity for Fleetpaw or littlepaw..or strawberrypaw if you think she would be ready for something like this”he said his tone light but questioning “I know were usually meant to tunnel in pairs but seeing how’s there’s only three fully trained tunnlers may have to start solo”

@Rani

[Rani]

Originally Posted by Tallstar

Vinesmoke
11 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke nodded at the deputies words “I’ll head it..though I know for a fact I’ll need some help cold ground and all plus your more familiar with the area..”he said as his gears started to turn it would take multiple paws for this project maybe a good teaching opportunity for some of the magnitude of tunnler apprentices “I know Dustbunny may want to help could be a good opportunity for Fleetpaw or littlepaw..or strawberrypaw if you think she would be ready for something like this”he said his tone light but questioning “I know were usually meant to tunnel in pairs but seeing how’s there’s only three fully trained tunnlers may have to start solo”

@Rani

Crowtooth
Windclan Deputy | He/him | 55 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

All the ideas Vinesmoke was spitballing sounded reasonable and Crowtooth let him, nodding along as he worked through his thoughts before adding in some input. It wasnt an order, more of some advise and his view with his years behind them but its not like the deputy would be upset if Vinesmoke took things his own direction.
"I do wish there were more tunnelers ta always do work in pairs, I mean workin' alone's what got my head scarred an' me missin' fer way too long. But ya are right we aint got enough numbers an' Ive faith in the full tunnelers we got ta work solo or ta manage wit' one o' the tunnelin' apprentices.


I'll hop on gettin' Strawberrypaw up ta shape so ya can snag 'er fer work but in the meantime Rabbitpaw is fully trained an' gets antsy so ya might be able ta borrow 'im from Lightningstorm."
Vinesmoke and Rabbitpaw were friends right? Crowtooth was pretty sure but what he was certain of was that Rabbitpaw still loved tunneling even if duty took him on a different path and it'd be nice for the apprentice to get some activity every once in awhile.


In the meantime however Vinesmoke would need to know the area, that much was reasonable so Crowtooth rose, offering "Well Im sure ya know the tunnels around an' under camp but I suppose Im the most familiar wit' the now ruined ones near the falls. I gotta moment right now if ya'd like me ta show ya?"

[Palmtreejesus]

Stumblekit was splayed out of his back with his fluffy stomach shone to the world, seemingly stuck in a crevice he had tripped into. He squealed in annoyance, little beans stretched out and swatting around as he tried to hoist himself out of the hole. Coordination had never been his strong suite.

STUMBLEKIT
ataxia
He/him

[Idiotic.Bean101]

header by @/Blaaze
23 Moons
PURRKS
The Collector-Inactive


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What to do, what to do.
Hm.
Dewfawn really hasn't done anything... eventful, so to speak, not in a while.
Life is seeming a bit bland at the moment.

Maybe it'll pick up the pace eventually, not that they care much.
For now they sit near the warriors den, looking around.


[OPEN]

[Crown_Sage]

Hawkpaw exists
[OPEN, activity post]

[Tallstar]

Vinesmoke
11 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke nodded at the older tunnelers words whatever advice he had to offer he was soaking in. So he was good to work alone though he wouldn’t if he could help it at the mention of a tour he quickly got to his paws “That would be great I haven’t had a chance to survey the area..whenever I went out to try and get a better scope I had foundt Owlpaws body..”he said trailing off “Me and Deadmoon buried her but still unpleasant”he said finishing ready to go

@Rani

[Omari]

Originally Posted by Watson.

Ottercold

He/him - WindClan - Warrior.

Ottercold stared at Seedpaw for a few heartbeats more, not glaring, just analizing. "...You don't actually need anything? You just wanted to say hello?" He is oddly touched by it, for some reason he doesn't completely understand. "Hi, I guess." His tone sounded slightly less abrupt, a bit less judgamental and more polite. He thought for a second, his sharp expression not revealing much.
After a bit more, he spoke again. "...You don't look so rowdy. Why aren't you being disrespectful, like your peers?" That sounded quite rude, and maybe it was, but the warrior was genuinely curious for some reason. No wonder he has nobody he considers a friend, at least not inside the clan, and his interest right now was a bit picked by the apprentice in front of him.

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

Despite the stare that the warrior gave her, she stared right back. Not in an impolite way, but in a more… Absurdly and perhaps overly friendly kind of way. She nodded in response to his question, offering him a big toothy grin. Once she had finally heard his more polite greeting, she planted her bottom on the ground right beside him.

“My brothers an’ sisters think I’m too soft.” Seedpaw explained, clearly not taking his question as rude at all, simply just a curious question. The small she-cat was definitely a young apprentice–she had been apprenticed early at four moons old, and now she was just barely five moons. Her appearance was still kit-ish, with the fluffy and borderline unruly kitten fur to show for it. “I wanna be like my poppa, cause he’s nice. I like nice. It’s quite splendid! Oh–oh, I’m Seedpaw! My siblings like to call me Seeds–they used to call me Seedling sometimes, I think, but that was when we were kits, so maybe not anymore… Cause I’m an apprentice now, y’know?”

Aha, she learned that word from her grandma–her mentor now, too! She quite liked that word. Splendid.

[Watson.]

Originally Posted by Omari

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

Despite the stare that the warrior gave her, she stared right back. Not in an impolite way, but in a more… Absurdly and perhaps overly friendly kind of way. She nodded in response to his question, offering him a big toothy grin. Once she had finally heard his more polite greeting, she planted her bottom on the ground right beside him.

“My brothers an’ sisters think I’m too soft.” Seedpaw explained, clearly not taking his question as rude at all, simply just a curious question. The small she-cat was definitely a young apprentice–she had been apprenticed early at four moons old, and now she was just barely five moons. Her appearance was still kit-ish, with the fluffy and borderline unruly kitten fur to show for it. “I wanna be like my poppa, cause he’s nice. I like nice. It’s quite splendid! Oh–oh, I’m Seedpaw! My siblings like to call me Seeds–they used to call me Seedling sometimes, I think, but that was when we were kits, so maybe not anymore… Cause I’m an apprentice now, y’know?”

Aha, she learned that word from her grandma–her mentor now, too! She quite liked that word. Splendid.

Ottercold.

He/him - WindClan - Warrior.
The tom cocked his head, his expression still a bit bemused. "And who shall your... 'poppa' be?"
The word, despite being something expected of a much younger cat, or that's what he thought, sounded a tad foreign to his tongue. Like a new sound he never heard in the wooded parts of WindClan. Still, he understood what it meant, he was just curious. Or maybe was just being polite for Seedpaw's sake, for his reputation, or for himself.
Heck, he didn't even know why he was trying to chat to another cat without a no-nonsense, straight-forward reason in mind. But it was happening, and that's it.

[Omari]

Originally Posted by Watson.

Ottercold.

He/him - WindClan - Warrior.
The tom cocked his head, his expression still a bit bemused. "And who shall your... 'poppa' be?"
The word, despite being something expected of a much younger cat, or that's what he thought, sounded a tad foreign to his tongue. Like a new sound he never heard in the wooded parts of WindClan. Still, he understood what it meant, he was just curious. Or maybe was just being polite for Seedpaw's sake, for his reputation, or for himself.
Heck, he didn't even know why he was trying to chat to another cat without a no-nonsense, straight-forward reason in mind. But it was happening, and that's it.

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

At the question of who her dear ol dad was, the little lady practically beamed. Her smile was so big that she had to close her eyes for it to fit her muzzle. “Snowybreeze! He's very–he's quite nice, he's one of my favorites.”

Her pa had been subject to some bullying when she was still in the nursery, bullying from another kit–she remembered crying that day because she simply couldn't fathom someone being mean to her dear father. Although positively certain that this cat was kind (simply because he was humoring her and actually speaking with her), she was nervous that perhaps he had unkind views on her dad. Hopefully not, though. “Have you met him?”

[Watson.]

Originally Posted by Omari

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

At the question of who her dear ol dad was, the little lady practically beamed. Her smile was so big that she had to close her eyes for it to fit her muzzle. “Snowybreeze! He's very–he's quite nice, he's one of my favorites.”

Her pa had been subject to some bullying when she was still in the nursery, bullying from another kit–she remembered crying that day because she simply couldn't fathom someone being mean to her dear father. Although positively certain that this cat was kind (simply because he was humoring her and actually speaking with her), she was nervous that perhaps he had unkind views on her dad. Hopefully not, though. “Have you met him?”

Ottercold

He/him - WindClan - Warrior.

The tom hummed softly in recognition. Yes, Snowybreeze, the name sounded quite familiar. Ah yes, he met this cat once although he never got into whatever drama, and didn't know him well.
"I mean... I know who is him, but I'm not... close... to him." He explained to Seedpaw.
He really didn't hold any bias against that old cat, he didn't like nor dislike him. Really, all he knew it was some white tom who speaks strangely and teaches kits.
But he did not say that, he didn't want to appear even more rude than he thought he was percieved as by this tiny apprentice in front of him, Seedpaw.