WindClan Roleplay ~Temporarily Closed~

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  • "Er, nothing." She shook her head. "Just a chill. Oh, look. The warriors are waking up. I, er, better go. Bye." She quickly rushed away awkwardly.

  • And soon enough, it was sunhigh. Thrushwing got back from a patrol, and dropped two mice and a rabbit in the freshkill pile.

  • Flickerwhisker padded to the nursery, sadly but trying to seem happy.
    Breezekit bounced around him. "Wickerwhisker!" He chirped, then tugged on Flickerwhisker's tail.

  • Thrushwing sighed, and padded over to Flickerwhisker, noticing that something was wrong. "Do you miss Hawksong?" She murmured.

  • "You know.." she purred. "Breezekit is still a bit young...and if you'd like...I could take care of that adorable fluffball of fur."

  • "I don't think he does, then." She purred. "I think he'll be just fine...but just to be sure, I'll ask him myself."


    Thrushwing padded over to Breezekit.


    "Did your mother Hawksong ever feed you a real piece of prey, or did you always suckle from her belly?" She asked.

  • "I guess that explains our question!" Thrushwing purred. "Alright, Weezekit, you want wabbit tonight? Good news, you're getting wabbit."