A new day {Intro} A new light

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    If you were to place her in any other clan she'd find her way to Windclan, the open land of the moor and lack of shelter is what she loved. White paws patterned with black splotches stood a top outlook rock, her head tilted back to feel the breeze ruffle her medium length fur and a smile rising with the wind. Thisis home. No where else could compare. Releasing a deep breath her azules opened up to the world, chasing a lone sparrow that fought against the gust towards the vast amount of trees that could be seen from up here. Fears? She had but one.. She was extremely claustrophobic. That wouldn't be unusual for a Windclanner though, not with the space they are given to grow. She'd never understand how the other clans could bare to live in their clustered homes.. Shadowclan was surrounded by tall pines, keeping them hidden away from the sun's glory. Riverclan, surrounded by rushing water, never really knowing what firm earth felt like underneath the pads of your paws. Then Thunderclan, how many dangers that laid within the land of variety. The others had their troubles as well; Darkclan was too rough and cold, Bloodclan was surrounded by unbreathable air, Skyclan's only means to move around were at the tops of trees! Softrose chuckled lightly to herself before turning away from the ledge of the rock, her gentle pink pads light as feathers with each step to her descent until they graced the evergreen grass blades with her touch. It was simple, she wasn't made for the life of any other. Her limbs long to help her catch the prey of the moor, the lack of her tail certainly wouldn't help her with balance if she were to join Skyclan, which never had once crossed her mind. Nothing was perfect but this place was ideal.


    A walk soon turned to a trot then to a jog, she was soon flying across her homeland. If she was out she may as well do something in return for her clan for allowing her this peaceful moment to herself. There, a small hare scuttled across the ground, her paws barely making a sound as she advanced then her hind legs propelling cymric molly into the air. The wingless angel made her fall, claws outstretched, she stuck the landing with all of her momentum going to power her claws and finishing off the hare. This'll feed an elder, or perhaps a mother caring to her young. Yes.. This'll do.


    Softrose made her way towards camp, she took her time, recovering her stamina. There was no need to rush, a funny thing for a Windclanner to think but there's some things in life that should be slowed down for. Like admiring the scent of leaf-fall, or taking in the sight of flowers that were ending their cycle only to start anew once newleaf came.



    MORNINGFROST

    ❝ I wear a mask again and go to see you❞

    TAGS ☆彡he stands off to the side of camp, near the entrance of it. he's either fixated on something, or slightly out of it. perhaps a mixture of both, he isn't entirely sure. evergreen oculars side glance, ears perking up at slight movement. someone must be returning, then. it has taken moons to get use to the openness that is windclan- his paws are all scarred up from the mountains, although, he's lost some of the roughness that use to be there. sometimes he misses darkclan, if only for the beauty of it. the memories he has of the place are a different story, although, not all are bad. did you enjoy your time out? his gaze flickers directly ahead, to the mouth of the camp. he didn't mean to lurk in the first place, he's just being absentminded.

    Head bobbed and ears flopped, the creature's head jerking as the molly's did in surprise, her azules finding Morningfrost. Too deep in thought and too gathered in her surrounds, she hadn't noticed him there. The bicolor she-cat nodded her head with a light smile around her catch, "I did, it's nice out today." Her voice was smooth as honey and carried gently like a small breeze even from around the barrier of the hare in her mouth. "What have you been up to today, Morningfrost?"Softrose asked as brushed by into camp so she could set down her prey upon the pile of fresh kill.

    Spiderpaw






    A warm wind swept Spiderpaw’s curls and locks of fur around, tousling the hair as he padded over to Morningfrost.


    The apprentice glanced at the older male, who’s blue fur was really too short to make a wild show in the wind. Though his leafy green eyes looked distant, and he stared vacantly ahead, until Softrose approached.


    And a toothy smile broke onto Spiderpaw’s maw. It gave him a sort of childish look, as the grin was a little crooked.


    “Heya. Oh..! Neat hare, Miss Rose” the boy exclaimed, eyes crinkling as he looked at the prey, which looked like it’d feed maybe one or two stomachs.


    He smiled at the two adults, until the boy suddenly realized that he was being a kid bothering the big ol warriors who were having a conversation.


    “Oh..! Sorry, I’ll just uh..” the boy stammered, tripping over his paws clumsily, as he tried to cover his face with one in embarrassment.


    “Nice day out?” he mewed, voice shifting up an octave, as he awkwardly attempted to sit up, and clean his stray hairs that curled away from his brown coat up.








    (c)trexgirl





    COWSPOTS OF WINDCLAN | TAGS


    "You okay, Spiderpaw?" murmured Cowspots, approaching the group he'd seen from a short distance away. He'd arrived in time to witness the apprentice stumble slightly, and though he asked, he had no doubts that Spiderpaw was perfectly alright. A bit clumsy in everyday life, he'd probably developed a thick skin. After checking up on the tabby, Cowspots glanced to the other warriors, Softrose and Morningfrost. Giving a soft smile towards the familiar blue tabby, he next gazed towards the more unfamiliar she-cat. She'd mentioned that the weather was nice, so perhaps he ought to go out too sometime. "Maybe we could all make a patrol together later on; I'm sure Jasperstar won't mind," suggested the warrior calmly, glancing to everyone to make sure they were all interested.

    Blue orbs shifted in the direction of her apprentice, a faint purr of amusement rumbling in her throat at his stand off-ish nature. "Thank you, Spiderpaw." Her white patterned black paw cuffed his ear in good manner, "Though.. Have you been out? I don't think I recall seeing you leave camp yet?" It was easy to tease the young tom though it was never meant to mock him or harm him, just a playful jesting. "Don't tell me you've been sleeping all this time." His curly fur seemed out of place as if he had just woken up though the wind was doing its part to him so it was possible he hadn't been though that didn't stop her from making little comments to mess with him.


    Softrose's gaze soon moved to Cowspot, a tom who shared her coloration and dipped her head in agreement to his idea. "Sounds like a good idea." Jasperstar.. He wasn't doing too well, was he? She was concerned for her leader though there wasn't much she could do, was there? Just play her role as a loyal warrior and hope for the best.

    ✦ ✧ ✦ "Good hunting today?" Frogleap questioned padding over to join the group of cats. He had come over just in time to hear Cowspots looking around to see if anyone wanted to go on a hunting patrol later. "So long as I'm not busy, I'd like to join too."


    ― Noticing the forming group beside the camps entrance, Fogpaw padded over with a questioning expression. It quickly vanished when Cowspots offered the idea to go on a hunting patrol. That sounded...adequate. "If you do not mind, I would like to join as well." Nodding a small greeting to the others he came to a stop beside Frogleap. He had yet to see some of the others hunt, making this a good opportunity to do so. Observing the different habits some of them would have.


    Glancing at Softrose he noticed the hare clamped between her jaws. "Will you be taking that with us or are you going to take it to the fresh kill pile before we head out?" The apprentice questioned with a slight tilt of his head.

    Spiderpaw






    God, why was he so clumsy? Spiderpaw probably gave half the clan second-hand embarrassment every-time he opened his mouth.


    "Y-yeah" his voice was too high-pitched, as he smiled crookedly, attempting to salvage whatever dignity he still had.


    Though a real smile broke out onto his face, and a boyish laugh escaped his jaws, as Softrose cuffed him over the ears. Her questions sent an embarrasment running through him again, though he knew she was only teasing. "Yeah, my bad. Ive been sleepin' all day. And all of yesterday too. Its been hours since i've seen the light of day" he yawned for good show.


    Though the boy nodded to Cowspots, and was perfectly content, when the subject changed. Hunting, huh? It was not true that Spiderpaw had been sleeping all day, but it had been a while.


    Frogleap, one of the older warriors, approached the group, asking to join. And Spider didnt really know the guy, but he was friendly enough so far.


    "Oh, mister Cowspots, that sounds pretty good." the boy smiled, ears raising. His orbs of hazel glanced around at the group that was steadily increasing, and he sat down, the end of tail curling at the end with content happiness. Though he felt a sort of mixture of delight, and slight anxiety. Jeez.. all these warriors, huh? He'd better not mess around like usual.


    Head turning, the brown tabby blinked at Fogpaw, ears raising slightly with interest, as the other apprentice joined the group.

    "Yeah, o' course, man" the boy answered, pretty sure that nobody would object. Fogpaw was real smart. In a different way than Spiderpaw. But the kid appreciated that. Fogpaw was kinda grounded. He could see things clearly, which kinda made his name ironic.



    // retro to his drunk ass concussion










    (c)trexgirl

    A little chuckle left her at her apprentice's response before so looked to the gaining clanmates that wanted to tag along. "Didn't even have to shout to be heard." She mused, lightly bumping Cowspot in amusement. Her attention moved to Fogpaw at the question and her eyes widen a bit in realization that her catch was still clamped in her jaws, how could you miss such a thing? That's why she had felt a bit muffled while speaking. Softrose moved past the few that stood in her way to the fresh kill pile before dropping off the hare and returning to the small gathering, "I don't want to scare the prey off by lugging around a dead one of them." As morbid as that sentence could've been taken it was the circle of life, they were only doing what they had to to survive. Azules looked around at all that had offered to join with a smile gracing over her facial features, "I think we have enough, shall we go?"



    MORNINGFROST

    ❝ I wear a mask again and go to see you❞

    TAGS ☆彡had he accidentally startled the she-cat? if he had, she was pretty good at controlling herself. which, in turn, made her suspicious. he didn't particularly care for mysterious cats, finding he preferred honesty compared to anything else. he acknowledges her words with a slight head bob, evergreen oculars locking, briefly, to the approaching spiderpaw. nothing interesting, i can assure you. confined to camp, in all honesty, but that didn't stop him from sneaking out here and there when he could stomach the actions. he was getting better, or at least, the sickness wasn't as annoying as before.


    his attention fully turns to spiderpaw, and honestly, he blinks at the apprentice in amusement. what happened to simply sitting vacantly? and why had the other's face lit up when he had seen softrose, but not him? picking favorites, i see, he murmurs mostly to himself, dully staring a hole into the apprentice.


    he doesn't return cowspots smile, gaze drifting off to the side. he misses most of the conversation, absentmindedly noting that they were supposed to go out again. i can come.

    COWSPOTS OF WINDCLAN | TAGS


    It seemed all parties were interested in patrolling around WindClan, so he smiled at the idea, feeling good about getting out of camp. Distractions were welcome nowadays, knowing that if he sat around too long memories of Heathercloud surfaced, dragging him into a deep state of depression. Swallowing even now to prevent any sorrow from creeping onto his expression, Cowspots twitched his tail, trying to hide the upset with a soft smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Finding mild comfort in Morningfrost's presence, he nodded to Softrose at her request to head out. "Yes, I think that sounds nice. Where would you like to go?" They had the whole moor, of course, so ample places to search for rabbits or other miscellaneous prey.