My Pride Still Feels the Sting; You Were my Everything {Semi-Advanced}

[size=8]Although Spiralcareen loved being apart of large crowds and adored being the center of attention, the blue tabby also valued his alone time. His 'serious' time, he had referred to it. Where he would go off alone and think about his life, things he had done wrong and things he could have done better. The reason Brazenbolt left, the reason his children grew up without a mother. The real reason him and Calmstar had hated each other during their youth.

Although they certainly weren't 'whippersnappers' at this point- nor were they the old elders who called young felines 'whippersnappers'- they had grown past their differences. Brazenbolt leaving was devastating, yes, but seeing the changes in WindClan after her leave... He couldn't help but feel that his mate leaving was a good thing to happen to WindClan.

Lost in his thought, the blue mackerel tabby stared down at his white paws as he made his way along the abandoned farmland. He still missed the moor, with all of his heart; the barn would never truly be his 'home', but merely his place of stay, per se. It never would be his home even if he tried his hardest to adapt; his family's graves were all back in the original moor. Were the burial sites also torn up by the tornado?

Shaking his head to rid himself of the negative careening thoughts, Spiralcareen's head snapped upward in an attempt to focus on other things. Catching sight of a dog patiently sitting near the unset borders of WindClan's new territory, the tabby curiously padded forward. "Hello, can I help you with something?" Spiralcareen started tentatively, slowing his pace as he grew closer.

Robinpaw had never seen a coyote in her life. Although, somehow her brain knew what it was and what it was called. Just another part of her past she consciously knew, but couldn't exactly know how she knew. The apprentice didn't have memories of it. The name and appearance was just sitting there in the black part of her memories.

That black hole she couldn't remember. When the savannah cat had almost killed her, Robinpaw had been wiped clean of her past memories. The tortoiseshell she-cat had no idea what her former alliance was or even her family! It was a curse that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

But Robinpaw simply shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind. "Yes, indeed we are. We preferred to be called WindClan. Not that group of felines who randomly lives in a barn," The apprentice replied to the coyote's question, padding beside Spiralcareen.

[size=8]Spiralcareen smiled as he realized the canine was friendly, nodding his head as he grew even closer. Something told him this dog could be trusted, but if he got mauled by it it'd be his own fault. Oh well, at least he could say he had fun being mauled. If it was fun. He didn't know. "You must be referring to WindClan," the blue tabby chortled, nodding his head. "And yes, I am. My name is Spiralcareen, I'm a warrior of WindClan. Do you need something?" The tabby meowed, sitting down and curiously tilting his head to the side.

It wasn't every day a canine sat at the border and waited for a WindClanner. And now that Spiralcareen thought about it, it was rather suspicious. What if this guy did want to kill him? Pfft, as if Spiralcareen didn't know; he'd have to answer up to all of WindClan! Maybe he just wanted to join instead?

"Hello," Wingkit mewed, as she padded over, eyes gleaming. "What's going on?" She looked at the one cat she recognized, Spiralcareen, and smiled. "Can I do anything?" the young daughter of Nebulaheart and Vectorshadow asked politely, twitching her tail. She was a very curious kitten, sometimes. Now was one of those times.

"Aha. I'm not allowed to approve into the clan, though. I'm only a kit," Wingkit mewed, flicking her tail. She knew the rules - and besides, it'd be weird if kits were allowed to accept animals into the clan, wouldn't it? They'd accept more or less every animal, well, some would. Which could cause trouble for the clan. No one wanted that.

Robinpaw knew very well from the day she was accepted into WindClan, a high position would have to accept the coyote. "A high position would have to accept you," The tortoiseshell she-cat told him, flicking her tail back and forth. Lately she had been inpatient with tresspassers who wanted to join for some reason...

Maybe it was the memories? The memories of the day Cinderpelt had found her crying in the middle of WindClan territory. She had wiped away most of the tears when she heard him coming, but more kept streaming out. Robinpaw had been thinking about her past and the savannah cat who had wanted to kill her then.

No, stop thinking of the past. Focus on what you are doing. Robinpaw snapped out of her daydream, and locked her amber eyes on the coyote. She stopped being inpatient, and waited for his reply.

[size=8]Listening to the canine speak, Spiralcareen remained silent as both Wingkit and Robinpaw threw in their two cents. Chuckling, the blue tabby shook his head. "It's not much an honor, there's hundreds of us. You were bound to run into one eventually." The warrior purred, glancing toward Wingkit and nodding in agreement toward her previous statement. "Yeah, an Adviser or up will have to accept you." The blue tabby meowed, shrugging. "It's not as scary as it sounds though. We're all really nice here."

"I'd probably say the most friendliest is Spiralcareen, or Cinderpelt," Wingkit mewed, smiling at the tom who had fallen in love with Brazenbolt. "If you want a laugh, Spiralcareen is the cat for you. If you want a friend, Cinderpelt is the right cat." Wingkit quite liked the advisor, he was wise yet friendly. He was a great father to his and Bunnytail's kits.

The pregnant she-cat gazed about herself tiredly, wishing she could just lie down and fall asleep. Thats what she should have been doing, but Loonpaw did not want anyone to know of her carrying kits. There was no excuse to lie down- though her stomach was hurting like fire.

Suddenly, the apprentice eye's grew wide as she let out a massive yowl. Falling forward, she caught herself and crouched over the ground; panting wildly. "Gah!" she cried out as sharp pain sprung through her stomach once more. Loonpaw allowed herself another groan, before whimpering as the pains became larger. "H-help!" she yelped, crumbling to the dusty ground. Where was Tuxpaw? She needed him now, by her side. What was going on? Was she kitting? No, it was far too early...wasn't it? Loonpaw simply needed someone.