March 14, 2020 at 10:48 am #5437
In camp, Wildpaw had promised Eveningstorm he wouldn’t dare cause any trouble with his brother. Since their apprentice ceremony, this was the first time Wildpaw and Breezepaw had gone out on their own without their mentors beside them. After several days of continuous training with hardly time for eating, their mentors allowed one day where the two brother’s could enjoy the territory they lived in. What was the point of living somewhere without being happy with it? Wildpaw’s paws itched with excitement at this newfound freedom. There were so many things he wanted to do, but there couldn’t possibly be enough time to do them all. They could try to swim in the lake, play hide-and-seek amongst the heather bushes on the hills, or pull a prank on border patrols of the other Clans.
For now, they decided to figure it out once they were out of camp and away from prying ears. Wildpaw had looked forward to spending this time with his brother, his best friend. If a stranger had met them for the first time, they probably would never have guessed they were family. Wildpaw stood tall beside Breezepaw, his shoulders already wider and his body stockier than his lithe brother. Wildpaw’s fur strands were long, brushing against the grassy floor with each step, and their black color was as dark as the night, save for one small white spot that dotted his chest. Breezepaw’s coat looked more like Wolfstar’s, which Wildpaw secretly envied. How cool would it have been to look exactly like Wolfstar, the leader of WindClan?
Wildpaw kept in step with Breezepaw as they got farther and farther away from the camp’s entrance, heading straight towards the start of the Rolling Moors. The hills looked like waves frozen in time, rising and falling as if trying to mimic the water in the lake. The brown and green grasses stood tall and swayed with the passing winds, weak flower petals falling off of their stems and flowing in the breeze. Most of the snow was finally gone, and the plants that grew out of the cold fluff bloomed flowers in all color shades. It was quite beautiful. Wildpaw’s bottom jaw dropped at the sight, and his heart filled with pride and joy that this was the place he called home. How could other Clan’s want to live anywhere else? “Wow,” he whispered, nudging Breezepaw’s shoulder with his nose. “Look at that! I never really noticed how beautiful it is during training. We’re usually at the Overgrown Log doing combat training most of the time anyways. Look!” He pointed towards a rabbit hopping in the distance with his tail, his green eyes wide with wonder.March 14, 2020 at 12:23 pm #5440
Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice
Dark grey nostrils flared as the young tomcat breathed in the sweet scent of heather as they walked, the scent was alluring the two young brothers in their day out. Pupils narrowed when he finally opened his eyes and looked towards the crazy black furred tomcat, deep blue eyes bright with amusement at the way his brother was gazing upon the WindClan territory. Any cat would have to be a fool to over see the beauty of the land, but Breezepaw found that he could not focus upon the land fully. “You are so beetle-brained.” He snickered playfully, blinking slowly to show his brother that wasn’t trying to be rude. Even though Wildpaw was both taller and broader than Breezepaw, his brother had a gentle and quiet soul. Breezepaw had grown a bit since their apprentice ceremony, he had grown taller and just a bit broader in his shoulder blades but nothing near what Wildpaw and Wolfstar both sported. He had inherited the tall and slender figure of his mother, along with her grace.
His fur was a dark stormy grey with random white patches along his pelt, resembling his fathers to a tee. While he also shared his father’s mysterious blue eyes as well, he clearly saw the world in a much different light. Wildpaw was closer to having the personality of Wolfstar in general, but that never kept Breezepaw from getting his brother to accompany him in mischief. Broad paws pushed through the growing crabgrass that grew near the small streams, having a slight bounce to his step now that they were away from the ever watchful gaze of their mentors and even their parents! “Grass is grass, Wildpaw.” Breezepaw meowed with a slightly bored tone, although to appease his sibling he did indeed look in the direction of the fluid rolling hills and the swaying green grass in the mid-Newleaf breeze. Although, he find that the rabbit did catch his attention, causing him to grin as his slimmer shoulder slightly bumped into that of Wildpaw’s. “That rabbit though it certainly… looked intriguing.” He grinned and simply wiggled his eyebrows at his siblings before quickening his pace.
Jumping over a small bush, a slight laugh bubbled from lips as he landed upon the ground once more, his long tail waving behind him in pure bliss as he enjoyed the feeling of the breeze rush through his pelt and flatten his ears against his crown. Opening his eyes he looked over his shoulder to look back at Wildpaw. “Okay, what’s the plan for today? Find mousepile and put it in Heatherpaw’s nest?” He rambled with a slight laugh slipping from him as he imagined his sister laying in a tainted nest. “Oh! Maybe we could mess with a groundhog? Although I’m not sure I know what one looks like.” Breezepaw muttered thoughtfully, chewing on his lower lip for a moment in thought as he slowed his walk to match Wildpaw’s.March 14, 2020 at 1:05 pm #5441
Wildpaw merely ignored his brother’s bored tone, enamored with the beauty that surrounded them. For a while, there ceased to be even a soft breeze, and the grasses and bushes were as still as a rabbit listening for predators. The black-furred apprentice tightened his muscles as he stilled himself as well, but then Breezepaw suddenly bumped his shoulder and began talking, brushing ahead of him with his tail straight in the air. Wildpaw narrowed his eyes and scoffed even though he was slightly amused by his wild-natured brother. Breezepaw didn’t enjoy silence like he did, often interrupting his thoughts when it got too quiet. Wildpaw knew he would have to hang out with Heatherpaw if he wanted quieter company. “If you put a mousepile in Heatherpaw’s nest, she’s going to drop stinky mousebile on your face in the middle of the night. And I don’t doubt Startledcrow would give it to her,” he chuckled, quickening his pace and flicking Breezepaw’s shoulder with his tail.
Wildpaw stopped walking to think about what a groundhog would look like. “Are groundhogs even out now?” he questioned, looking around him suspiciously. “I don’t think I know what it looks like either. Oh!” Wildpaw bounded towards a rock and jumped on top of it, all four paws close together to balance himself. “We could walk towards the mountains behind our territory and see if there’s anything out there.” He looked behind him where WindClan’s territory ended and a conglomerate of rocky hills and mountains started. No one was allowed passed the border…but they could look and see what was there. Wildpaw looked back at Breezepaw and tilted his head. “Or we could play hide-and-seek. Which one sounds more fun?” One of his eyebrows raised and he pounced from the rock he stood on, bumping into Breezepaw with bubbling laughter.March 14, 2020 at 3:04 pm #5444
Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice
Breezepaw couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of having mousepile dropped on his face in the middle of the bight, his nose scrunched up subconsciously with just the mere thought. Heatherpaw was just the right amount of fiery that she would do it too… must have gotten that from Goldenrose. “Very true… probably best not to mess with Heatherpaw’s nest.” He decided with a firm nod, looking back at Wildpaw as the black furred Tom caught up to him with ease, causing him to grin faintly as the thought of being covered in stinky mousepile quickly left his mind. He paused in mid-step when Wildpaw hesitated, his green eyes slowly flickering around as if he were unsure if he really wanted to see a groundhog. “I would think they are. I heard Smokepaw talking about one. Said they are huge and smelly!” Breezepaw chimes with excitement, speaking of the older apprentice, who clearly had more experience than the both of them put together. Chin tilting slightly when Wildpaw exclaimed, jumping onto a rock while Breezepaw groaned as he could see the expression his brother was wearing. “But I want to see a groundhog.” Breezepaw complained, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked up towards his brother.
Muzzle moved towards the left as his line of sight was now rested on the towering mountains that laid far back from their rolling hills, pupils narrowing slightly as he truly considered his brothers proposal. They weren’t exactly allowed to go so far, but they knew the way home. No one had to know, right? “Hmmmm.” He hummed thoughtfully, the tip of his tail twitching. Breezepaw scoffed slightly when Wildpaw mentioned that they could play hide-and-seek, raising a paw as he gently cuffed his brother over the ear. “Hide-and-seek are for kits. We aren’t kits.” He grinned, unfazed when Wildpaw bumped him with his shoulder, long tail fluffing out with uncontainable excitement. “Wildpaw. Let’s go with your idea. I greatly like the thought of an adventure.” He grinned, dark grey fur sticking up along his shoulders and the nape of his neck as he bumped back into Wildpaw, steering his brother in the direction of the mountains.March 15, 2020 at 8:01 pm #5456
An adventure! That sounded like a bird’s song to Wildpaw’s ears, and his paws twitched with excitement. For once, he came up with an idea on what they should do. He gave his brother a smirk when he bumped him towards the direction of the mountains, his own fur sticking up and looking even more wild. “I hope a patrol doesn’t come by any time soon,” he murmured, glancing over his shoulder nervously. If he wasn’t able to spot anyone from where they were then it was highly unlikely a patrol would head their way.
Wildpaw looked back towards the mountains. They were smaller from where they stood, but he could already see them getting bigger the closer they got to them. “I wonder what kind of animals live there,” he breathed. “I mean… who would want to live in the mountains? It’s too rocky and I would be way too scared of falling from the cliffs.” He shivered. “And there’s probably badgers as big as Twoleg monsters that attack you!” Wildpaw pounced on top of Breezepaw, pressing his paws into his brother’s shoulders to knock him over. Wildpaw giggled and raced away before Breezepaw could retaliate, his muscles pleasantly aching as he ran.March 15, 2020 at 9:04 pm #5458
Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice
He simply rolled his eyes whenever Wildpaw started to worry about a near by patrol, the mere prospect hadn’t even crossed this young toms mind but he knew his brother had reason to worry. Breezepaw just wasn’t going to let it show that he was worried about being found as well. “Today is our day to be left alone, without the annoying eyes of Tinyflame or Eveningstorm.” He snickered, his long tail lightly flicking across Wildpaw’s muzzle. “You worry too much. We will only be gone for a short while and then we will come right back. Easy.” Breezepaw chimed, trying to calm his brothers worries. Which seemed to be working as Wildpaw was already trying to picture what creatures could possibly live near or on a mountain.
“Oh! I know. There are a bunch of caves on mountains, right? I bet there are bats and shadow cats.” Breezepaw meowed with a forced sinister tone to his voice as he tried to spook Wildpaw, but ended up laughing as he felt large paws push into his shoulders and back, effectively knocking him off balanced and landing on his side. “Oof! You big log.” He groaned, but was grinning all the same as he batted at Wildpaw, whom was already hurrying away. “Oh, no you don’t.” Breezepaw whispered, pushing himself up from the ground and rushing after Wildpaw.March 16, 2020 at 4:21 pm #5460
It wasn’t a surprise that Breezepaw was quickly catching up to Wildpaw. The gray and white brother had a skinnier body that made running a lot easier for him, and Wildpaw had the stocky build for fighting. He skidded to a halt at the border, the mountains looming upwards. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, and he heard Breezepaw stop beside him. “Wow,” he whispered, his blue eyes widening and his chin tilting upwards to get a view of the top. Why hadn’t the Clans checked these mountains out? Wildpaw loved living on the moors, but did any Clan cats know what lie in the territory beside theirs?
Wildpaw sniffer the air, immediately smelling the border. It was a faint scent, however, since Wolfstar didn’t send border patrols here often. What was the point when hardly anything came from the other side? Only hesitating for a second, Wildpaw stepped forward and crossed the boundary. His eyes were full of mischief which mirrored Breezepaw’s. “What should we do now?” He asked, getting more and more excited the farther he stepped away from the border. He wondered if Breezepaw would be willing to climb and explore, but he didn’t dare say it out loud. Wildpaw knew they would get in bigger trouble if anyone found out they had done that… but he also wouldn’t refuse if Breezepaw suggested it.March 17, 2020 at 5:28 pm #5466
Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice
He grinned breathlessly as he hurried after Wildpaw, the faint scent of the border tickling at his scent glands. Tinyflame had been drilling him to use his senses more, which was slowly paying off but then again he was exactly trying very hard to distinguish between scents. The mountains were definitely a lot larger than he had previously thought, looming threatening over the two brothers, but something wild was tugging at his heart to at least place a paw against the rough terrain. Ears twitched towards Wildpaw while his gaze remained transfixed upon the jagged slopes of the towering rocks, the tall and might pine and oak trees that supported the large boulders. “Yeah. Wow.” He released a breath, usually nature wasn’t his thing but these mountains certainly were an exception. Deep blue eyes roamed around the face of the mountain, his ears perked and his whiskers twitching with thought. Eyes slowly moved towards his brother as the bigger tomcat was the first one to take the step forward, which seemed to calm Breezepaw’s racing heart. Now the adventure begins. Breezepaw wanted to say, but he kept that to himself as he stepped over the border.
A grin was plastered on the young toms face as he hurried forwards in order for his gaze to flicker towards his brothers face before the mountain screamed for his attention once more. “Duh. We explore.” Breezepaw replies cheekily, although his tail was fluffed out with excitement as he began to run in the direction of the mountain. Thankfully, while he had inherited his fathers looks, he had also inherited his mothers slim and lithe figure, which made running a breeze. Paws hit the ground with little sound, carrying his body swiftly forwards as his long tail streamed out behind him while his deep blues took in the sight of the mountains as they got bigger and bigger the closer they got. “Hurry up, slowpoke!” Breezepaw yelled over his shoulder blade as he jumped and landed on a smaller boulder near a ledge, a tall pine tree had its roots wrapped delicately around the boulder. Giving Breezepaw a hearty leverage point to pull himself up to the next towering boulder.March 18, 2020 at 9:21 am #5468
Wildpaw flattened his ears when Breezepaw jumped on to a large boulder with roots wrapping around it almost protectively, anticipating the tree to let go and send the boulder and his brother flying back down. But nothing happened. Breezepaw looked bright and cheery at the top, his eyes gleaming with the excitement to continue climbing. Wildpaw didn’t continue to hesitate…what was the fun in that? He bounded after his brother with his tail straight in the air, forgetting about what Eveningstorm or Tinyflame would think of this. Or even Wolfstar and Goldenrose. The black-furred apprentice pounced from the ground and on to the sturdy boulder, his claws digging into a root that helped him steady himself. Balancing was easy for Wildpaw. Other than during a run, he always found his footing which made combatives easier.
Wildpaw looked at the next rock above them, grateful it looked just as sturdy as the one they stood on. Following Breezepaw, he pounced on that one as well, keeping his claws unsheathed to hold on to whatever he could to lift himself. They both made it again. “This is so cool,” he whispered excitedly, his eyes lighting up like they did on his first day out of camp. “Good thing Snowdove isn’t here. She hates it when we do things like this.” Their adopted older sister always did the right thing, and made sure Wildpaw and his littermates did as well whenever they were together. He loved her like she was truly part of their family, but doing the right thing all the time was no fun. He was grateful to have Breezepaw as a brother who pushed him to do things like this.
“Look over there!” On a ledge close to theirs, a fat squirrel stared wide eyed at the two brothers, holding an acorn between its tiny paws. It stood beside a large oak tree, the roots connecting from the squirrel’s ledge to theirs. Wildpaw didn’t move, his eyes interlocking with the prey’s, and it seemed like it didn’t want to move either. They were testing each other. As soon as Wildpaw looked at the closest root that could lead him to it, the fat squirrel raced up the tree it was beside, dropping the acorn in its place. “Mouse-dung,” he cursed. “It knew I was going to get to it if I had used the large root right there. Maybe that’s why we don’t live here: the prey is too smart.” Wildpaw hopped on the large root anyways, easily, but carefully, scooting his way to the other ledge. He dropped on all four paws and looked up at the oak tree, but the squirrel was gone. “I wonder what squirrel tastes like. It’s usually ThunderClan and SkyClan prey, right?” Wildpaw turned his head to see if Breezepaw was paying him any attention.March 19, 2020 at 7:59 pm #5514
Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice
Blue eyes were quickly darting to and fro as he tried to soak in as much as he could from this little adventure, his whiskers quivering with anticipation. Swiftly he glanced over his shoulder blade to chance a peek at Wildpaw, grateful to see that his brother had finally joined him on the second boulder, a giddy smile finding its way onto his muzzle while looking away once more. A quick nod soon followed after his brother spoke, although his eyes were else where as he looked towards a red and black beetle of some sorts, arching an eyebrow as he prowled across the boulder in order to take a closer look. “Yeah, cooooool.” Breezepaw drawled out, not exactly paying much attention to his black furred sibling. A snort of laughter whisked through his dark grey nostrils when Wildpaw mentioned Snowdove, dramatically rolling his eyes as he mentally pictured his older adopted sister. “Snowdove would be laying eggs if she could see us now.” He laughed, ears flat against his head in pure amusement. Their older sister was a goody too hare, always doing what Goldenrose and Wolfstar expected of her… but where was the fun in that?
Suddenly his attention was caught by Wildpaw as he demanded that Breezepaw look in the direction of the paralyzed squirrel. Apparently they were all surprised to see one another. Wildpaw was closer to the wee critter, so Breezepaw stayed put but his ears stood upright with curiosity and his eyes feverishly roamed over the appearance of the squirrel. He had never actually seen a squirrel but he surely had heard tales of them. Small and nimble with either ruddy orange or patchy grey pelts, the small ears were tufted and twitched with hesitation. The long tail was indeed bushy, and much longer than he had expected! Although the paws were odd, they didn’t exactly look like his and they way they were holding the nut was odd as well, like the claws actually wrapped around the acorn. “How strange!” Breezepaw exclaimed, as the squirrel hurried away from the staring cats, rushing across the roots and up the large tree. He grinned slightly when Wildpaw commented on how smart the prey was, but his blue eyes were gazing up the large oak tree with mild thought. “I highly doubt it’s that smart, perhaps it’s been hunted before.” He merely shrugged, his attention landing on Wildpaw once more as his brother started to shuffle his way across a large root to get to the other side of the ledge.
“Wait for me!” Breezepaw gasped, the fur along his shoulder blades sticking up in surprise that his brother had already ventured further without him! Grunting slightly he climbed up onto the root, waiting impatiently for Wildpaw to reach the boulder before he started to very slowly make his way across. Breezepaw was all legs with some grace, but Wildpaw had definitely mastered the art of balance, suddenly he was envious of his brothers ability to scurry across the root with little trouble. Pupils narrowed in concentration, looking towards the ledge as he edged near, giving a finally jump. His hind foot slipped just a bit, but he landed all the same on the boulder with a faint grin. “Hmmm.” He pondered curiously for a moment before he looked back towards Wildpaw and grinned. Pushing himself upright on his hind paws, he placed his front paws on the large oak trunk, white claws digging into the tree bark. It surely felt odd and out of place to do so. “Should we find out?” Breezepaw asked in a curious tone, pushing himself to climb the trunk to at least the first branch, moving slowly in order to balance.March 20, 2020 at 6:48 pm #5516
Wildpaw copied Breezepaw by reaching up the trunk with his front paws, his claws digging into the brown bark and sending slivers of it down to the ground. He turned his blue gaze towards the moorland, pausing his breath to take in the beautiful sight. Since they had claimed a couple ledges on the mountainside, they were able to see the entire moorland. The hills rolled with each other and the stream wound around them like a snake. The oak trees on ThunderClan and SkyClan territory looked so small now. Wildpaw looked back at Breezepaw and smiled. “Sure! But maybe I should climb up. You can be a little…. clumsy.”
He gave his brother a reassuring lick to his ear. “I’ll scare it and then when it races down the trunk, you have to be quick and kill it!” Wildpaw wiggled his hind legs before jumping up. All four of his paws were on the trunk now, his claws digging in as much as they could. Despite how he looked with his long fur, Wildpaw was still lightweight because of his younger age, so it made climbing a lot easier.
Wildpaw began climbing his way up, raising one paw at a time. He narrowed his eyes to see through the canopy of the oak tree, his tail lashing with delight when he caught sight of the strange squirrel. It scuttled even higher into the tree. Wildpaw grunted with annoyance, but continued his journey upwards, the grounder getting farther and farther away. He had to have been halfway up the oak by the time he caught sight of the squirrel again. It was only a few branches above him, hesitating to climb higher since the branches were getting too thin to put its full weight. “Gah!” He yowled, hoping to scare it, but it just stared at him. “Be scared!” He yelled frustratingly, lifting his paw up to try and swipe at it. But that turned to be a grave mistake…
Wildpaw lost his footing and the bark tore away from underneath his paws. He let out a terrified yowl as he felt himself falling, and he quickly scrabbled at the closest branch to him. Thankfully, it was strong enough to hold him and he held on for his life, his body shaking.March 21, 2020 at 9:40 am #5524
Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice
Breezepaw appeared to be a bit crestfallen when his brother suggested that perhaps he would be better suited staying upon the rock while Wildpaw got to have all the fun. “But…” He pouted, although he knew secretly that his brother was indeed making sense. Until he learned to be a bit more graceful with the placement of his feet, perhaps Wildpaw’s wonderful balance would come in handy while scaling up the large oak. “Okay.” Breezepaw grumbled, lowering himself back onto the ground for a moment before Wildpaw gave him a reassuring lick to his ear. Huffing faintly before he gave a final nod, they would work together in order to catch this squirrel and then share the spoils. “Sounds like a plan.” Breezepaw finally smiled, his dark grey and white fur beginning to ruffle with excitement as he watched Wildpaw begin to climb higher and higher.
Pupils narrowed as he tried to keep an eye on his brothers black pelt, but as he climbed higher and higher it was beginning to become difficult with watching his brothers every move. Unease crept up his pelt as he ended up taking a few steps back on the boulder to try and get a better view of the high branches. He could barely just see the long black tail of Wildpaw, a goofy grin laced along Breezepaw’s lips as he watched his brother confront the squirrel. Since he was so far from Wildpaw he couldn’t actually hear what his brother was saying but he knew he was speaking. Suddenly his heart lurched when he spotted Wildpaw slip from the branch he had been standing on and began to tumble down. “Wildpaw!” Breezepaw instantly shouted out, ears flat against his head in panic. Wildpaw had managed to grab onto a branch in mid-fall, his wild black fur even more so tussled with the seer realization of the situation.
Breezepaw hurried forwards and stood up on his hind paws, placing his front paws on the bark of the tree. “Wildpaw! Wildpaw are you okay?” Breezepaw shouted up, he could just spy his brother clinging to the branch. Gulping slightly in hesitation, he looked around for a moment before he finally pushed himself up the tree trunk at a slow pace. No one else was here in order to help his brother, and even if he was scared himself, Breezepaw was all Wildpaw had. “I’m coming up! Are you hurt?” Breezepaw asked, trying to keep the quiver out his voice. His tail was low and his claws sunk in deep to the oak bark, scaling up slowly and carefully.March 22, 2020 at 12:32 pm #5562
I’m such a mouse brain! Wildpaw scolded himself as he clung on tightly to the branch that saved his life. How did he think that was going to go? He had never climbed a tree before and should have known better than to climb one without cats around him who knew how. “I’m stuck,” he murmured to himself, his muscles starting to shake with the effort of holding himself up. His legs were dangling in the air and the only reason he was still alive was because he held on to one of the oak tree’s branches with his front legs. Fear started to drop all the way down to his lower belly, and he sent a prayer up to StarClan to save him. However, when he heard his brother yell to him that he was climbing up to save him, Wildpaw shook his head and looked down. “No! Get down! You don’t know how to climb either!“
Wildpaw quickly made the decision to try and climb down. His muscles would soon give away from the struggle of keeping himself raised, and the fall would be far too much for him to survive. What other choice did he have? The black-pelted tom closed his eyes to try and gather up the courage, his body trembling with fear. He had to overcome it. “Stay down there, Breezepaw!” He growled at his brother, not wanting his best friend to be in the same position as he. “I’m coming down!” Very slowly, he lifted up his left paw and sunk his claws in the branch farther to his left. Then, his right paw lifted and he found himself inching closer and closer to the trunk of the tree. One more reach and he would be safe on the trunk. Again, he lifted his left paw and…
This time, there were no branches he was able to attach himself to. In what felt like days, Wildpaw fell to the leaf-littered ground with a snap. He didn’t have any time to call out or even feel fearful. The pain was so great, and was all over his body, that his vision started to black out. The sound of his brother’s voice was ebbing away as he was struggling to stay awake. What was Breezepaw saying to him? Was he dying? Wildpaw didn’t want to die. He wanted to become a warrior! The black-furred tom tried to murmur something, but he quickly became unconscious and the world was shut away.March 22, 2020 at 1:16 pm #5566
Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice
He hesitated when his brother called out for him to get down, halting in all movements as his chin went back in order to gaze up through the towering branches as he tried to find the crazy black pelt of his brother. “Wildpaw don’t move! I’m coming!” Breezepaw yelled up in panic, his wee heart hammering a mile a minute as he slowly placed one paw above the other as he pulled himself up the tree trunk. He ignored his brother, of course he didn’t know how to climb! But his sibling was hanging onto a branch fifteen feet in the air by nothing from the strength in his claws. “Shut up and quit moving!” Breezepaw growled through his teeth, clenching his jaw roughly as he shook his head to clear his mind of the fear that burrowed at his thinking process. He was aware that Wildpaw was moving above him, ears flushed with blood as he heard the roaring in his ears as the sound of claws scrapping against bark before there was nothing.
Blue eyes widened as he felt a sharp breeze tug at his dark grey and white fur as something rushed past, his chin dropping as he looked down right when Wildpaw’s body had struck the ground with such a sickening sound. “Nooooo!” Breezepaw screamed at the top of his lungs, throat burning as he stared down at his brothers body, only his fur was moving in the breeze. “Wildpaw! Wildpaw!” Breezepaw yelled, his vision becoming dizzy from staring down too long. Turning his chin he pressed his forehead against the trunk of the tree to ground himself, breathing roughly as he slowly began to climb down the tree. One paw at a time. “You can’t be dead. You can’t be dead.” Breezepaw kept muttering to himself, lower lip trembling as he continued to climb down. Hours seemed to go by before his left hind paw felt the could touch of the surface of the boulder. Instantly he released his claws hold on the tree bark, pupils narrowing slightly as he dropped down onto all fours.
“W-Wildpaw!” Breezepaw stuttered, his step a bit off as he rushed over towards his brother, almost stumbling over his feet. Standing beside his broken brother, he could see that Wildpaw was barely breathing, his chest faintly falling and rising. “Wake up..” Breezepaw pleaded, his eyes watering instantly with the panic and sting of loosing his brother. Chest rising and falling with tremendous emotion, eyes searching his brothers stilled expression. “I’ll… I’ll get you home.” Breezepaw promised, looking around hesitantly. “Somehow..” He whispered, before he looked down at his brother and lowered his head in order to grab the black scruff. This more than likely wasn’t safe, but he couldn’t simply just leave his brother behind! Slowly, so slowly Breezepaw began to drag his brother across the boulder, taking a longer way to get down. He would never be able to get Wildpaw across the branch that they had walked across earlier. He wasn’t skilled enough for that. Hours were going by as he dragged his brother, carefully over boulders and rocks before they as finally reached grass. His jaw was stiff and his muscles around his neck and shoulders were sore as he dragged Wildpaw’s body. But he never stopped.March 22, 2020 at 2:28 pm #5570
Wolfstar ~Leader of WindClan~
The sun shone high above Wolfstar and Eveningstorm as they padded next to each other along the moors, the heat on the leader’s pelt refreshing. Most of the snow was gone, melted away into the rivers and lake. Flowers began to bloom on the heather and gorse bushes, purple and yellow patching the green grasses. The mornings and evenings were still quite chilly, but when the sun was at its highest peak it made for the best time to nap. However, it would be wrong for the WindClan leader to nap every day while his warrior’s did most of the work, so he decided to head out on a hunting spree with Eveningstorm.
Part of him felt guilty about Eveningstorm’s slight depression about losing the fatherhood of Willowfur’s kits. Wolfstar was the one that told his daughter and Startledcrow they shouldn’t hide anymore, promising them to fight for what he believed in. He never intended to hurt anyone in the process, and he hoped Eveningstorm didn’t hold him accountable for his loss, giving him one of his own kits to mentor to soften the blow. Whether it worked, he had no idea. What better way to find out than to have some one on one time? Wolfstar kept his head high as he sniffed their surroundings, trying to catch a whiff of rabbit or even grouse. It was now grouse mating season which meant more of them would be out and about, but they had to be careful not to catch too many of them. If they killed every single one they saw, there would be no baby grouse in a few moons. And no baby grouse meant no adult grouse to eat next season.
“Let’s try closer to the outskirts of our territory. I didn’t send any patrols out there and it would be a good, quiet place to hunt. Sound good?” he looked questioningly at the gray tom, pleased he agreed with a nod of his head. They ventured farther out without a word between them, although it wasn’t awkward. If anything, they were both enjoying the new sights and smells that blossomed with the new season. It was beautiful, and it made Wolfstar feel content and happy. Goldenrose was back in their den, his kits were apprentices with great mentors, and his Clanmate’s hardly had any issues. The only problem now was to find a suitable deputy. That was weighing heavy on Wolfstar’s shoulders.
As they got closer to the edges of their territory, Wolfstar started to hear voices being carried through the wind. It was hard to make out what they were saying or who they belonged to, but something about the tone wasn’t right. “Do you hear that?” Wolfstar asked the tom next to him, straining his ears to catch more of the voices.
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