Orangepaw shrugged. "Could I learn how to step lightly? I feel like the rabbit's can always hear me running a mile away." He mewed.
Alright, Bird Moved To A Place Littered With Sticks. Perfect. Watch Me. Bird Stepped Lightly Past Some Sticks, Almost Stepping On One. Now, Do The Same Things I Do. You Can Start Practicing.
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Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Money Don't Grow On Trees.
From The Song "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked"
SILVS Is An Exiled ThunderClan Apprentice.
If He Is Needed, Mention Me.
Alright, Bird Moved To A Place Littered With Sticks. Perfect. Watch Me. Bird Stepped Lightly Past Some Sticks, Almost Stepping On One. Now, Do The Same Things I Do. You Can Start Practicing.
Orangepaw watched carefully, nodding softly as he noted the pieces in his mind. He crouched in front of the sticks, stepping on his toes as he lightly padded along, cursing at himself when he made a mistake. He hissed lightly and hopped back to the starting point, Orangepaw repeated the process about 4 times before growling, "I keep stepping on the dumb sticks! Other cats have such small paws why are mine so big!" He hissed
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Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan!
"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
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The molly's tail swished back and forth as she drank in the scents around her, detecting something that smelled like stale afterbirth. The scent of mouse was intertwined with it meaning a mouse must have babies that are fairly young hidden around. Dustbunny could probably dispatch them all with one blow if she could crush their whole nest, but where to find it was the hardest part. Deciding to leave it for last, Dusbunny headed to chase bigger prey. Lucky for her, there was a mole hole where a dark figure just disappeared. If she was fast enough she could kill it and dig it up. Dustbunny, not caring now how much sound she made, threw her arm as far as she could into the mole hole, claws unsheathed. She had just managed to hit the vole's backside, injuring it past the point of no return. Now she just had to dig it up.
Sweetpaw
( small brown tabby she-cat with white paws and bright blue eyes )
★ WindClan Apprentice ★ she/her ★ 8 moons ★
friendly • hard-working • enthusiastic
Sweetpaw looked around the moor, drinking in the sight. She hadn't had many opportunities to be outside camp, and the feeling of the wind in her fur, unfettered by trees, was more amazing than she could have imagined. She closed her eyes for a minute to relish in the feeling. Then she looked up at Blazesong.
"What are we hunting first?" she asked eagerly. She'd been looking forward to training since she'd been apprentices, and with the start if the first session, her eyes shone with excitement.
Sweetpaw
( small brown tabby she-cat with white paws and bright blue eyes )
★ WindClan Apprentice ★ she/her ★ 8 moons ★
friendly • hard-working • enthusiastic
Sweetpaw looked around the moor, drinking in the sight. She hadn't had many opportunities to be outside camp, and the feeling of the wind in her fur, unfettered by trees, was more amazing than she could have imagined. She closed her eyes for a minute to relish in the feeling. Then she looked up at Blazesong.
"What are we hunting first?" she asked eagerly. She'd been looking forward to training since she'd been apprentices, and with the start if the first session, her eyes shone with excitement.
Blazesong trotted eagerly
behind her apprentice, and it was
weird to her for some reason as to
why she was mentoring already- she'd
been a warrior for three moons,
not like much more experienced cats
that could've mentored. Holding her
tongue, she said (Far too quick so her
words blended in her excitement,) "First we're going to practice the
crouch so you can hunt but we might not
hunt depending on how you do is that
alright?" It all sounded like one
signular word, and she panted for breath,
before loudly clearing her throat and
deepened her voice. "We'll be practice'n
the crouch. Drop down, and Let's see what'cha
got, Sweet!"She thought the nickname suited
the apprentice,but not as well as something else. "Hmm. No. wait, that's not creative. Mmm...
What'cha think about me callin' ya... Uh... Eh, Guess
I'll think of it later." she mewed.
Blazesong trotted eagerly
behind her apprentice, and it was
weird to her for some reason as to
why she was mentoring already- she'd
been a warrior for three moons,
not like much more experienced cats
that could've mentored. Holding her
tongue, she said (Far too quick so her
words blended in her excitement,) "First we're going to practice the
crouch so you can hunt but we might not
hunt depending on how you do is that
alright?" It all sounded like one
signular word, and she panted for breath,
before loudly clearing her throat and
deepened her voice. "We'll be practice'n
the crouch. Drop down, and Let's see what'cha
got, Sweet!"She thought the nickname suited
the apprentice,but not as well as something else. "Hmm. No. wait, that's not creative. Mmm...
What'cha think about me callin' ya... Uh... Eh, Guess
I'll think of it later." she mewed.
Sweetpaw
( small brown tabby she-cat with white paws and bright blue eyes )
★ WindClan Apprentice ★ she/her ★ 8 moons ★
friendly • hard-working • enthusiastic
Sweetpaw blinked in surprised amusement at Blazesong's rushed words. She guessed her mentor was as excited as she was! This stoked the already raging flames of her motivation, and she carefully shifted into the best hunting stance she had. "How's this?" She asked, a bit nervous. It was one she found to be effective on small birds, which were plentiful where she had used to reside. She realized, though, that WindClan might not hunt the same things. She hoped it would do all the same.
Sweetpaw
( small brown tabby she-cat with white paws and bright blue eyes )
★ WindClan Apprentice ★ she/her ★ 8 moons ★
friendly • hard-working • enthusiastic
Sweetpaw blinked in surprised amusement at Blazesong's rushed words. She guessed her mentor was as excited as she was! This stoked the already raging flames of her motivation, and she carefully shifted into the best hunting stance she had. "How's this?" She asked, a bit nervous. It was one she found to be effective on small birds, which were plentiful where she had used to reside. She realized, though, that WindClan might not hunt the same things. She hoped it would do all the same.
Blazesong tried to not frown.
Sweet's hunting crouch looked like a
ThunderClanner's. ThunderClan, she thought
to herself in amusement, was the STINKIEST
CLAN of all the Clans. Then, swallowing a purr,
she mewed, "What I learned was very, very
different than that. You see, I'm not going to have
you hunt rabbits yet, our favorite prey. Rabbits are
very strong, but you probably knew that. Umm...
how do I explain this... WindClan doesn't really use
a hunting crouch when we hunt rabbits, and when
we hunt mice, our other usual food source, we go
like this." Blazesong crouched down and silently
trotted over to a stump, tail straight out behind her
and then she leaped, a large, flying leap, onto a
pebble, but twisted so her paws delicately twisted
her paws as though breaking a neck. "Tuck your
legs in, sheathe your back claws, try to flatten your
shoulders." she offered, repeating the motion a
lot slower.
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She/They
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
Cypressflake hummed, skipping around the territory. She was feeling happy and free, like she always was! The weather was nice, and thebirds were singing, the wind was blowing. It was perfect. Just like she liked it. And oh?
"Oh! Flower!" Cypressflake's ears perked up. She spotted a small daisy growing alone... Just out in the open. That was strange. She hopped over and gently pulled it out with her teeth. It came out perfectly, root and all. She dropped the flower back onto the ground, and silently admired her find. Now to find someone to give it to... Since Mapledawn wasn't in WindClan, she couldn't just go over there, could she?
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~< MISTYFALLS >~
A tortoiseshell she-cat with golden eyes and a missing paw
@Starphobia
Mistyfalls padded from the warriors den, interest perking at the sight of a flower. Digging her claws deep into the ground, she sat down. It wasn’t her flower, but she wanted it s- No. She wouldn’t take it. However much she wanted it. Her grief-filled gaze fell to her paws, ears flattened. It’s okay, Misty. You can get your own flower. She told herself, her ears perking again and her gaze off elsewhere.
| Dapplebreeze |
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Inactive
The cold breeze bringing a shudder through the demure she-cat's body as fog settled in, a frown showing her discontent. She had thought a spot of hunting would do her some good. It was still leaf-bare, and the fresh kill pile was empty. The clan would starve if no one brought home some prey. And yet... the weather seemed to play against her, a rarity here in WindClan's territory. Too much cover was simply not something the senior warrior was used to dealing with.
Dapplebreeze was not one to be easily dissuaded, however, and using the fog just as much to her advantage as prey undoubtedly would, the former queen stepped lightly across the moors, mismatched ears alert for any sounds she might pick up, knowing full well her vision and scent would be impaired for now. It didn't take long to hear it. A loud, scraping sound on the earth. Swiftly, the molly got into a well practiced hunting crouch, ready to stalk out her prey. It was... a curious bit of scraping, truth be told. Sounded like no rabbit or mole. Still... she was not one to look an easy hunt down if it meant feeding the clan, and with ears erect she followed the noise.
Careful pawsteps leading her to her goal, it wasn't until the patched warrior found the source of the ruckus that she paused, half exasperated at having wasted her time, half amused at the misunderstanding. Thank goodness she had spotted the tunneler before pouncing on her. Would have made for quite the conversation. Somehow the tan and cream she-cat doubted Dustbunny would appreciate being told she had been confused for a fuzzier version of her namesake. Curiosity driving her forward - rarely ever encountering the tunneler out in the open like this - the tan socked feline approached the brown WindClanner, blue eyes on the small hole she seemed to be digging at as comprehension lit up in them.
"Greetings, my dear," Dapplebreeze mewed, the salutations a good way to both announce herself without startling her clanmate as well as a good display of manners. Her fellow WindClanners deserved nothing but the utmost politeness, especially when encountered hard at work as Dustbunny was here. "I see you've had better luck at hunting than I have today. Don't suppose this former queen could accompany you in your endeavors? I always find hunting a much more enjoyable task when in good company."
Re: WindClan Territory
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