WindClan Clearing

[Shanmo11]

Ladybugkit
(light tabby she-cat with green eyes)
4 moons, Windclan kit, She/her

Ladybugkit sat in the clearing, it was a bit cold that day and she shivered. She wanted to bother a cat, any cat. Her fur was puffed up in a useless attempt to keep her warm. Ladybugkit crawled into the middle of the clearing and lay down on a random cat's paws. She wasn't big enough to cover the paws but she could make it so the cat could barely move.

(Open!)

[FrumpyFoxtail]

KestralPaw
| 7 moons | mildly fluffy auburn mackerel tabby, bright green eyes |
"Wanderer like you must have quite an appetite. Some food?"


KestralPaw thought of the possibilities for a moment, she was still young and had moons to go before she was a warrior.

After a few heartbeats, she perked up, her white chest puffing out as she quite confidently mewed, "KestralWing!"

She looked at her feathers on the ground and pulled them close to her, "It's only an idea but i quite like it! Either way..being a warrior in general is an amazing opportunity. That's why i love training so much."

She blinked, realizing she was yapping again.
"ah- sorry about that"

| @Idiotic.Bean101 sorry for late reply. I was on winter break! |

[BlowingBubbles]

Originally Posted by Shanmo11

Ladybugkit
(light tabby she-cat with green eyes)
4 moons, Windclan kit, She/her

Ladybugkit sat in the clearing, it was a bit cold that day and she shivered. She wanted to bother a cat, any cat. Her fur was puffed up in a useless attempt to keep her warm. Ladybugkit crawled into the middle of the clearing and lay down on a random cat's paws. She wasn't big enough to cover the paws but she could make it so the cat could barely move.

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Shiverkit spotted his friend, looking mischievous. What's she gonna do now? He thought excitedly. He scampered up to her. You wanna go ask annoying questions to the elders? He asked.

[Idiotic.Bean101]

art by @/Eidolon
Leopardpaw-She/Her
13 Moons(as of rp)
PURRKS
Chill of Death-Inactive


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Leopardpaw smiled.
"I think Kestralwing is fitting!" She replied cheerfully.

Leopardpaw then thought for a moment.
What do you think of Leopardclaw?" She half-joked, swiping a paw at the air as she said the word 'claw'.


@FrumpyFoxtail
[ur all good!]

[Omari]

Originally Posted by Watson.

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.

Seedpaw
Windclan
She/her

Ah, yes, everyone has heard of her darling poppa, surely. Her tail-tip twitched and her paws kneaded at the snow beneath her with a delight that she couldn't contain. His response, although vague, was acceptable.

Seedpaw swung her head to the side to look at him again, tipping her head to the side. “You haven't told me your name yet, mister! I dunno many of the warriors names yet, so can I know what yours is?” Surely it would be more polite to know his name rather than to just call him Mister for the rest of forever.

[Zel.]

Honeyflake
WindClan Warrior
Tom-He/Him

Honeyflake walked up to the warrior that got punished to apprentice. Hey! Do you need some help with anything?

@Red'fur

[Red'fur]

(( Swiftpaw(leap) ))

* He looked up at the cat that approached him. He shook his head and looked around the clearing. He was laid down outside the apprentices den and out of the way. *
" No... I'm just looking for Wolfcry... "
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@Foxlily

[Rowan]

RACCOONKIT
she/her || n/a || 3-5 moons?

The she-kit rolled around camp, clueless of any chaos that may ensue outside. She was just happy and digging here and here, exploring her awesome potential!


@Bill Cipher

[Amazing Dino Drawer-]

As Raccoonkit continued to frolic in the camp, completely absorbed in her carefree exploration, a silent observer watched her from the shadows. Whitestorm, a majestic white tom with piercing amber eyes, stood motionless, his fur blending seamlessly into the surrounding foliage. His piercing gaze was fixed on the little she-kit, his ears perked up, and his tail twitching ever so slightly, betraying his otherwise statuesque composure.

With an air of quiet confidence, Whitestorm emerged from the underbrush, his paws making barely a sound on the forest floor. His eyes never left Raccoonkit's, as if sizing her up, yet his demeanor remained calm and collected, exuding an aura of controlled power. The WindClan warrior's presence was both captivating and unnerving, his very being seeming to command attention without ever raising his voice. "Greetings, little one," he said softly, his deep voice like a gentle breeze on a summer day, "I am Whitestorm. What's your name, and what brings you such joy today?"
@Rowan

[burntToast]

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{TW eating disorder? he is a cannibal so. Better safe then sorry :> }

Hmmmmm. Hmmmm. Did he have too??

The speckled apprentice sat slouched next to the fresh kill pile eyeing it with distaste. He could never understand how his clanmates or his sister for that matter could enjoy eating. He hated it! Itas awful! According to his dad and many others, eating was important so he was inclined to do so. What he didn't get was how some cats had "favorite" types of prey, or how some enjoyed... eating.

Honestly everything tasted exactly the same to him. He might as well shovel some dirt- or snow in this case, into his mouth and call it day. Pret to him was just lumps of skin and meat of different sizes meant to be consumed because it gave you energy or whatever. Maybe that's just because he hadn't found his favourite prey yet right? Must be. That would mean he'd have to try everything then right. Jaggedpaw sighed and sorted through the small selection of prey. He'd already tried rabbit a million times and mouse was practically the same to him. He already knows he tasted them. Bird just tasted like feathers. Was he supposed to pluck them?? Boring, gross, meh, whatever- wait.

What was this thing?

A mouse with a bushy tail? Wait he knew what this was. Um uhhhhh

Oh yeah a squirrel!

He certainly didn't see this too often in the fresh kill pile. Settling on this, Jaggedpaw picked the tiny beat out of the pile and crossed the clearing towards the apprentice den. Taking a seat he refocused on the piece of prey he had selected. He prodded it and sniffed it. It seemed normal, smelt like everything else he'd encountered. sorta. Well here it goes, this could finally be what he was looking for. Something that showed him why everyone else seemed to like prey more than him! The apprentice to a bite and well- What could he say it tasted. Like...

Everything else he'd ever eaten ever. Tasteless and not fulfilling. The speckled apprentice let out a disappointed huff. He really shouldn't have expected more, figures. Well now what was he supposed to do with this. It wasn't like he was going to finish it. Jaggedpaw prodded at the barely eaten squirrel.

#Jaggedpaw
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