(Both of my OCs are open!)
~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN ~
Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with light cream-gray fluff on the front of his neck and chest; amber eyes.
Upon hearing his leader's voice boom around the camp, Wolffang rose from where he'd been grooming himself at the edge of the clearing and padded across to the Galewood. The grass and ferns were cool against his paws, and a brisk breeze blew through his thick pelt. Leaf-fall was upon them. Wolffang's large, notched ear twitched.
I'll have to go out hunting later or ask Fallownose to put me on a patrol. WindClan needed to stock up on fresh-kill to make it through the cold season.
I hope leaf-bare won't be too hard in our new territory. A pang of loss rattled the former deputy as he observed his surroundings. The fire had destroyed their old home, taking many memories - bitter and sweet - away. But Wolffang was surprised to realize how much this new camp already felt like home.
Suddenly, a cat crashed into Wolffang's side. He blinked in surprise and turned to find Twistedpaw stumbling back. The young apprentice looked mortified, staring up at him with huge eyes. It still struck Wolffang how much she looked like Ashfeather - a clear indicator of StarClan's will to rebirth the tormented warrior.
The warrior I tormented. Wolffang swallowed his guilt. He could do what he needed to do by treating this apprentice right, even if it wouldn't erase the pain he'd caused.
"Don't worry," he rumbled, taking a step back to give the she-cat some room. He kept his voice as assuring as possible. She looked so
terrified. Wolffang had seen her around camp, keeping to the shadows and always looking nervous around others.
I need to talk to Twilightstar about that. And there was someone else he needed to talk to, too. If he would listen, that was.
"You've done nothing wrong," Wolffang continued. His amber gaze grew serious.
"Don't let anyone think you have."
Twistedpaw stared up at him, blinking a few times, then dipped her head respectfully. Wolffang watched as she scampered off and took a seat somewhere in the crowd. Her distinctive black tail stuck above the backs of some of the crowd. Wolffang turned away and went to sit elsewhere amid the mass of cats. He did his best not to shoulder them aside. Sometimes, being a large, broad-shouldered cat wasn't easy in WindClan. Though it did grant him more power against his enemies.
He sat, relishing the familiar scents in the air and the warm pelts brushing against his own, then looked at Twilightstar. She was getting more familiar in that tree every day. Her pelt was a lilac blur against the dark brown bark.
Good for her. Wolffang wasn't setting one paw up there. He'd like to stay on the ground, thanks.
Good thing I didn't become leader, he thought light-heartedly, trying to push away all the circumstances which had led to his "stepping down," as Twilightstar had called it. Maybe Leopardsong was right, that he was stiff and unfun. Whenever Wolffang tried to make a joke, it turned serious somehow.
~ TWISTEDPAW OF WINDCLAN ~
Small, skinny, black she-cat with a light gray belly and tail-tip; has a crooked jaw, mangled tail, and one blind eye.
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Twistedpaw looked up at Twilightstar's voice and found her leader perched among the Galewood, a small lilac shape against the branches and browning leaves. She couldn't help a shudder from coursing through her. Twistedpaw still couldn't get used to the idea of a WindClan cat in a tree. Rising to her paws, the black she-cat began to trot toward it, keeping her head low, her gaze darting around. Were Brightpaw or Fireflame here? Mousefern, perhaps?
Despite her constant looking around, Twistedpaw hadn't been paying adequate attention to where she was going. She crashed into a solid, furry, muscled side. She stumbled back, mortified, and fearfully looked up. It was Wolffang. With a tiny squeak, she stammered,
"I-I'm s-sorry! I d-didn't see y-you..." Wolffang was nice, but she must've looked like such a featherbrain!
To her relief, Wolffang didn't seem upset. Rather, he sounded gentle and kind - though powerful. Twistedpaw ducked her head. She was lucky that he was so nice. She had a feeling some others wouldn't treat someone like her so kindly. The more she thought about it, the nicer her Clanmates seemed, but... There was still something wrong with Twistedpaw. If she were normal, her family wouldn't have fallen apart, and Flutteringkit wouldn't have bullied her.
Suppressing a shudder, she dipped her head respectfully to the older tom before hurrying off into the crowd. She spotted a familiar tan-and-white pelt.
Brightpaw! Relief crashed through Twistedpaw. She went to sit beside her foster sister, offering her a smile - lopsided due to her crooked jaw, but genuine nonetheless.
"Hello!" Twistedpaw purred. She found herself stuttering less when speaking with those she knew. She tucked in her paws, checked to make sure her mangled tail wasn't brushing against Brightpaw, and glanced at Twilightstar.
Please, StarClan, let this news be good.
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MockingRabbit (Brightpaw)
Re: WindClan Galewood
