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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 29, 2020 3:41:43 GMT
 Victory was theirs, and victory was sweet. Maybe it had a bit of a bite to it, but it was still sweet. The leader's burn wounds stung with every step, yet he wore them with pride when he entered camp with his warriors that had defended RiverClan's attack on Hare Plains. Fate had tossed many obstacles in their direction over the past several moons- from wolves to an unforgiving leafbare, but still WindClan stood strong. And today, they had proven that to RiverClan. His clan would not go hungry, not on his watch. In a few swift yet stoic words, he ordered the injured to head to the medicine cat den to receive their immediate treatment, while he split off from the group to bee-line towards the meeting place. Already he could see curious faces erupting from their dens with a glimmer of hope in their eyes, praying that not only had they won, but that StarClan hadn't taken their loved ones too soon. He broke eye contact with them quickly, for his words would soon answer their unspoken questions. Once he scaled the tree, he dropped his suspicious bundle by his side- a neat package of colorful wildflowers that had caught his eye after the border skirmish. They brought about a warm smile, but he quickly hid it away. Later...he must be patient. He couldn't have cats asking questions, even if collecting flowers wasn't peculiar for Stormstar. He was a scatter-brain. "Cats of WindClan," his voice rose up above the howling gales of the moors as he addressed the gathering cats, while his shifting made it obvious that he was in quite a bit of physical agony. He was doing his best to be a good leader, albeit young and somewhat inexperienced due to his painfully short term as clan deputy. But he loved WindClan, and he would do his best to see them prosper. "Today, RiverClan made their march on Hare Plains in an attempt to take our land from us. Look around you- those tired faces belong to your heroes. Your clanmates fought valiantly and it is because of them that our territory is safe and that we may continue to eat for many moons to come."He drew in a deep breath. His next announcement...it would be quite unexpected, and he did not know how they would receive it. But it was a solution, and it was most needed for their little "pest" problem. |
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Post by Thorne on Mar 29, 2020 23:11:38 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville] The Stranger Saying how we're sad and saying how we're lonely Primrose was hidden away in her own isoalted spot of WindClan's camp. Stormstar was gracious enough to grant her refuge, but the lynx point molly still kept her distance. These cats did not trust her. She hardly trusted them either. Who was to say they wouldn't betray Stormstar's request and kill her? Her outbursts, her 'consumption' was getting worse. They'd likely kill her to protect themselves. She didn't blame them. She was partly to blame for the consumption of her littermates.
Her wounds stung, but she refused to seek aid from Mistypelt. Not until she knew the others were fine. It felt wrong taking away her attention for someone who wasn't even their Clanmate. Whoever attacked them were relentless. She was drenched from her encounter. She wasn't even supposed to be there. The molly was just trying to get some space. Primrose was cold.
Stormstar had caught her eye. She followed his movements and tilted her head slightly. What had he been carrying?
She perked her ears when Stormstar spoke. The she-cat got a little closer, but still kept far from the Clan cats. RiverClan had been their opponent. He looked like he was in pain. These were the dangers her father had spoken of. That tom who nearly drowned her, Stormstar could have been burned alive. This valley could possibly be as horrifying as he made it out to be.
He finished speaking, but it didn't look like he was done. Primrose kept her attention on him, waiting for his next words. |
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Post by Ioana003 on Mar 30, 2020 19:45:01 GMT
Poppyleap
The calico was running errands around camp when the patrol had finally come back. She and many others were left to protect the Camp. Although she wasn’t quite so sure why. Maybe her and her brothers wouldn’t have faired well on the battlefield considering their size. That thought didn’t sit well with the she-cat. But then there was the possibility that having Water elements around to surprise any other RiverClan Water elements was better here than out there. Still, she was glad she didn’t have to go, no matter the reason.
When the leader, Stormstar, had reached the top of the tree, Poppyleap had already trotted over; her eyes darted from side to side, searching for her similarly sized brothers. But then, the tom began. And the news hit. It took her entire will to stop from exploding into happiness – the leader wasn’t done – but she truly wanted to celebrate. WindClan fought bravely and they won like they should have.
Hailsky
Icy eyes swept over the entering patrol with cold curiosity. She said nothing as her gaze bore into the injured cats. Burn wounds were visible on their leader, Stormstar, an odd sight considering their opponent. The she-cat had always wondered how burn fur would look, one that did not become ashen like hers. But until then, she had not a single opportunity for it. Well, at least then one inkling of a question was quenched, but the cold fire of her amoral and apathetic curiosity still burned.
The warrior still stood in the entrance of the Warriors’ Den, even when the WindClan leader spoke. She wasn’t very curious about the outcome of the battle. For her, it didn’t matter if they won or lost. Slowly, her emotionless gaze travelled over the gathering cats as the smoky tom meowed some more.
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Post by Blaze on Apr 18, 2020 3:56:37 GMT
Willowstripe had been sharing a rabbit with another warrior when the battle patrol had returned. She sensed things when well when Honeyfrost came padding over, a few more cuts and burns in her pelt than before, but she had no time to question her before Stormstar began to give his announcement. She gave a happy purr at the statement of WindClan's victory, but stood and sniffed over her friend's wounds. Didn't seem too bad, but she'd definitely needed to see Mistypelt sometime soon.
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Post by unicornpuppy on Jul 14, 2020 16:02:55 GMT
Rainpaw looked up from the bedding she was setting out at the patrol. She walked over to Mosspaw with a happy smile. "You guys won? You showed those fishfaces who was boss, right?" she said.
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Post by 20mia08 on Jul 18, 2020 16:50:56 GMT
Stormstar allowed his lime-colored gaze to sweep over his clanmates, looking for their reactions and silently praying that he would see a glow of approval in their eyes with his official announcement of the tunneling system. "...Over time, the wolves that plague our territory have become a serious problem." Stupid Stormstar, that much was obvious. Maybe he should wait...no. He had no time for insecurity among his own clanmates. This change was for their own good, for the safety of the elders and the kits. It was not his duty to go out looking for their approval every step of the way- his purpose was to protect them and ensure that they all prospered.
"And so we look to our ancestors for answers. If we cannot hunt above ground without being picked off like flies, then we will look to the security of what lies below the earth. From this day forward, WindClan will be re-establishing its tunneling system, at least until we can starve or chase out the wolves for good." Perhaps Stormstar wouldn't be the greatest fan of navigating underground, for he had a deep love for racing across the moor in hopes of catching the last glimpse of the sunset and stopping to sniff the wildflowers. Hopefully, the system would only be temporary, but if necessary...it would remain. For all he knew, his clan might rejoice to return to its old roots, maybe tunneling would make them more successful than before? "We will look to our earth elements to aid in fortifying old rabbit burrows or creating new underground tunnels. Our water elements will be responsible for removing any excess water. I ask now that any volunteers step forward to become the new age of WindClan tunnelers, to make your ancestors proud and descendants safe from harm."
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Post by Blaze on Jul 22, 2020 0:04:57 GMT
Honeyfrost flicked an ear at Stormstar’s words. It was a smart idea, she would give him that, but the clan barely had any Earth elementals as it was, save for Mistypelt. She supposed she had to help out, if only to help Mallowflight, Bearstrike and Sorrelpaw out a bit.
”I volunteer!” she called out.
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