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  • #10837
    Shy
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    Desertstar
    The Leader of Windclan


             Desertstar walked beside Hailgaze as they passed through the camp entrance, the sky above them now completely dark and full of stars. Only the faint glow of moonlight illuminated their path, gently reminding her that it wouldn’t be long until the next gathering. Inwardly, she sighed. It would be her first gathering as leader of Windclan and she felt expectedly nervous. A lot had happened and she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from the other clans. Would there be hostility, or had the tension between them died with Wolfstar?

             Aside from that, everything was going well within her own clan. Though some of her warriors, including her own family, were still grouching about how she didn’t declare war with Thunderclan. They would get over it eventually. There were far more important matters, such as getting through yet another Leafbare unscathed and the kits growing inside of her belly. As far as incidents went, there thankfully hadn’t been any, only the dreadful visions at the last medicine cat gathering that continued to trouble her.

             Taking a moment to enjoy her homeland, she breathed in the crisp, night air. The wind blew through the weathered wood with a powerful passion, scattering dried leaves over the tattered, overgrown floorboards. Its giddy currents flowed through her golden pelt, unaware of how much it soothed her, even with it being so cold— that was, until it unnaturally stopped.

             Blinking in surprise, she anxiously looked over at Hailgaze. While it wasn’t entirely unusual for the wind to stop, it was as if someone had simply turned the wind off with a flick of their paw. Standing in silent apprehension, she soon noticed it’d become significantly darker and glanced up at the night sky in confusion. Even without wind to carry them, several dark clouds had rolled in, blocking out the moon and stars until there was nothing but inky blackness. It was darker than ever. Even the air had become colder.

             Small flakes of white suddenly drifted down from the sky, and Desertstar’s pelt prickled with worry. Snow?she questioned. There hadn’t been a single cloud when they arrived and now that was all she could see. The flakes that fell had grown larger in size, covering the moorland in a thick blanket of white. What was going on?

    #10838
    Feared
    Participant

    Hailgaze ~ Deputy of WindClan


    Even as late as it was, Desertstar had complied with listening to the late evening report, although he could tell within her golden gaze that she was exhausted. Between getting affairs in order within the clan since the passing of Wolfstar and her own pregnancy. Be that as it is, he would not treat her any differently or easily, she was still the leader of WindClan and had an image to uphold, but he supposed that was just one of his many duties as her deputy. “Nothing out of the ordinary has been spotted along the mountain border, although Darkwolf mentioned that the scent of fox…” He trailed off as he noticed her expression. Normally he wouldn’t have cared about the tired and yet restless expression she held, but Desertstar was dear to his heart. Growing up she had been like a sister to him, already dug deep within the tom’s heart, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take it a little easy on her. “Why don’t you take a moment to rest?” He questioned, his chin tilting slightly as his leader and friend seemed to consider his offer. 

    Now he was walking beside Desertstar, towering over her and using his large frame to block most of the wind. Feathery dark grey and white streaked fur lightly fluttered in the wind as his scorching amber eyes took in the landscape. Moonlight shone down from the heavens, casting a pale glow upon the rolling hills as the two felines walked through the camp entrance, his eyes slowly trailing away from the moorland that seemed to hold his wild spirit. Endless chatter of elders and queens met his ears, causing his muzzle to turn as he gazed towards the felines, seeing the many expressions that were being expressed by the different conversations being held. If Wolfstar hadn’t been the previous leader, would his father be laying with the elders, chuckling and enjoying his nightly meal, waiting for his son to come home to ask for advice? Pain spiked at his heart, causing his eyes to avert back towards Desertstar, she seemed more at ease now that they were back at camp. “I hope you can keep up for the gathering, or else I’ll have to drag your-“ He suddenly paused, his ears twitching as he suddenly felt the absence of the ever present wind. Arching an eyebrow, his fur settled and laid down upon his muscular frame while he lifted his muzzle and sniffed at the air, he couldn’t even detect even the faintest of breezes. “That’s odd.” He muttered softly in surprise, his scorching amber eyes flickering immediately towards Desertstar as her gaze also looked at him, in a worried fashion. 

    Suddenly everyone seemed to hush, an eerie silence rushing throughout the ranks as everyone seemed to holding their breathes collectively as the sky suddenly darkened. Shadows were casted across the abandoned cabin, causing his pupils to narrow in surprise as his chin instantly lifted to see the thick but dark clouds aggressively rolling against the sky, blocking out StarClan’s pelt and the moon, small protests of worry and nervousness squeaked from the kits and young apprentices. Hailgaze also felt unease, throughout his seasons, he had never seen anything like this and because of that, he knew it was done through the will of StarClan. “It’s alright, must be a snow storm rolling in. Eveningstorm, why don’t you grab three apprentices and take them to the gather more moss for the elders and queens nests?” He asked but Eveningstorm knew it was an order, dipping his chin while his dark amber eyes flickered towards Desertstar, clearly hesitant to leave his mate’s side but reluctantly turned in order to fetch three apprentices. In truth this concerned Hailgaze deeply, when was the last time they had such a snow storm? Perhaps it was because his own mate was carrying kits that caused him to feel so uneasy, but he turned towards Desertstar as she stared up at the sky, assessing what was going on. Lips parted for him to question her, but she already spoke with surprise. He blinked and gazed up towards the inky black sky, unable to hold back his frown as the small white flakes fluttered down lazily. “At this rate?” He said softly, his deep voice low and tinted with worry. Sure WindClan experienced snow throughout the Leaf-Bare season, but it was usually nothing more than a dusting or a thin blanket. Breathing in, his lungs stung from the cold air, causing him to clear his throat. “Snow is the only thing I can smell.” Hailgaze admitted softly to Desertstar, lightly brushing his shoulder blade against her’s, for he could only see her outline.

    #10866
    Tori
    Participant

     – T I N Y F L A M E – 

    The cold was especially bitter in WindClan camp tonight. The queen shivered as she exited the nursery, the winds were harsh and unforgiving as they carried the chill of leaf-bare relentlessly down onto the bare grounds of camp. On nights like tonight, Tinyflame found that the openness of their moors was not one of the benefits of their territory. Her thin fur didn’t help her either. It would probably benefit her and her unborn kits best if she stayed inside the protection of the nursery, but she had her reasons for venturing out. Hailgaze had not yet come to see her tonight. He normally made time aside from his deputy duties to visit her in the morning and at night before and after finishing up patrols and reports to Desertstar. But the moon was high above in the sky and he hadn’t returned to camp. It made her anxious and she had determined herself to go out and find him, and maybe give him an earful for making her wait.

    Luckily, she had an idea where he would be. She excused herself from the warrior guarding the camp entrance and made her way to the moors. This was one of the favored routes their leader and deputy made when discussing the events of the day between themselves. She would have to be sure to apologize to Deserstar for interrupting, but she didn’t let that stop her as she made her way up to where the pair had stopped. And as she reached them, she then realized why it had taken them so long to return to camp. The concerned expressions on their faces made her realize something. The wind had stopped. No wind on the moor? Tinyflame thought with worry, stepping up to Hailgaze’s side. “Hailgaze?” She inquired, glancing up to the empty space of silverpelt and the flurries that fell in a seeming constant down to the moors. “What’s going on?”

    #10867
    Feared
    Participant

    Hailgaze ~ Deputy of WindClan



    Nose in the air, he hadn’t been paying attention to the fact that his fire orange furred mate was stalking in their direction with a set expression, he was sure to get an earful for making her wait so long. “I’ve never seen this before.” Hailgaze’s voice was unnaturally soft and airy, his scorching amber eyes looking towards Desertstar but movement suddenly caught his attention, ears twitching upright as his eyes landed upon the figure of his short mate. Whiskers trembled with surprise to see his queen out on the moorland, chin tilting slightly as he stepped closer to the small she- cat as she stepped up to him and the leader. “Tinyflame.” He breathed her name softly, affection appearing across his face as his usual poker face softened. She had a way of doing that to him. Her anxiety was another thing he had noticed, of course no wind on the moorland was an oddity, but he wasn’t exactly sure what the cause of this was. Could… could StarClan be angry with them? Against him, one would think that Hailgaze was abnormally tall but in reality Tinyflame was a very small molly, although she was so adorable. How would he answer her question?

    “Honestly, I don’t know.” The deputy admitted as his bright amber eyes flickered up towards the dark sky, lips pressing together as a large snowflake grazed his nose as it fell from the sky. “I’ve never seen the wind stop so suddenly. Not even a breeze.” He mumbled, brows pinching together, his walls were broken and emotion was evident upon his face. This troubled him, and seeing his mate out in the cold had taken him by surprise. Clearing his throat, he blinked and turned his chin towards Tinyflame as he lowered his head and gently licked her forehead, erasing the concern from his face as he tried to put her at ease. “Perhaps it’s because of the clouds?” He offered slightly, his eyes flickering towards Desertstar before he looked back down at his mate. “I’m sorry for being late.” Hailgaze’s deep voice was soft and quiet as he apologized to his molly, lightly rubbing his muzzle against the top of her head to still her worries. “You shouldn’t be out here in this weather though.” He grumbled softly, although he knew that Tinyflame could take care of herself, it was part of his job to worry about her. His long tail curled around her slim back, pressing his tall and broad body against her side as he pushed his nose against her cheek.

    Eyes closed briefly for a moment as he breathed in her scent, although he was troubled, he didn’t want to stress out his pregnant mate. Slowly he rebuilt his emotional wall, his facial expression clearing but his eyes remained tender as he pulled his nose away from her cheek. “Shall I walk you home?” Hailgaze asked his mate, smiling down at her before he turned his chin towards Desertstar. “If you’ll allow me, I’ll give you the rest of the evening report later after I have taken Tinyflame home?” Hailgaze asked his leader, noticing her expression before he tipped his chin in respect. Something was off about this whole thing but maybe he was over thinking, although StarClan did work in mysterious ways. “Have you eaten tonight?” Hailgaze meowed, looking down at Tinyflame as she held his attention fully.

    #10901
    Shy
    Participant

    Nightpaw
    Apprentice of Windclan


             “Eveningstorm!” came the friendly voice of Nightpaw as she bounded towards the tall, tabby tom. She had appeared from the medicine cat den where she had been keeping Wildpaw company. Fluffing her fur against the frigid air, she glanced around nervously at the fluffy snow. It was very strange for such a mighty storm to roll in without any wind.

             Now standing in front of Eveningstorm, her whiskers twitched happily as she put all of her focus into aiding her clan. “I’d like to help,” she smiled eagerly, patiently awaiting his instructions. White flakes quickly gathered on the top of her head and clung heavily to her long, thick coat. Had she not been darker in color, she would’ve been nearly impossible to see in all the snowfall.

    #10913
    snow
    Participant

    h a z e l w i n g

    She’d just emerged from the warrior’s den, puffing her fur out against the chilly wind- wait a moment. Where was that harsh leaf-bare chill? The new warrior parted her maw, scenting the air and trying to figure out where it could’ve gone. It caught her off guard, confusion clouding her green gaze before she spotted Nightpaw racing over toward Eveningstorm, bright and eager. Hazelwing hadn’t expected it to start snowing as much as it had either, shaking out her fur as small specks of white dust sparkled on it. Overhearing Eveningstorm and Nightpaw’s conversation, the young warrior slipped out of camp and headed onto the moor, worried Falconscar might be prancing around in this awful weather. The tom wasn’t in her nest when she’d awoken, and she hoped he was okay.

    Instead of running into the tom, she came short of Tinyflame and Hailgaze, surprise obvious on her entire face. And what’s more, is that Desertstar was with them. Well this is awkward, she thought, hoping they didn’t think she was intruding.“H-hailgaze, Desertstar, Tinyflame,” she greeted them, dipping her head respectfully to the two higher ranks. “Is everything okay?” She fought back the urge to ask about her friend, tail swishing nervously behind her.

    #11073
    Missa
    Participant

    Softkit

    There was a sudden squeal in the nursery followed by tiny pawsteps running out of the nursery into the middle of the clearing, the white kit’s soft blue eyes shined in happiness as she opened her tiny mouth to get a taste of the snow. The small kit didn’t really know better and had no idea why the older cats were worrying but she was having a wonderful time. The tiny molly let out a breath before starting to smack the snow with her front paw before jumping on all four paws around, squeaking with joy as she was hopping on the snow as she was clearly enjoying life and not at all worrying like the adults were.. Why were they worrying? It’s snowing!

    “Mom, Look!” Softkit said as she tried to jump higher but wasn’t able to but she was trying her hardest. The kit knew that Goldenrose was bound to come out and carry her daughter back to the nursery but the kit didn’t care “I’m jumping in the snow!”

    Sadly for the kit, she was too distracted to notice her brother Lightkit looking at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes as she was playing in the snow.

    • This reply was modified 3 weeks, 6 days ago by Missa.
    #11109
    pyro
    Participant

    LIGHTKIT.

    Even at such a young age, Lightkit knew the wind was always blowing in WindClan. Sometimes, the Clan was lucky enough that they died down to gentle breezes, other time they’d blow so hard that a cat was lucky to stay on their paws. So he was instantly aware when the wind stopped blowing, and also curious as to why. He was hot on Softkit’s heels as she made a beeline out of the nursery, ignoring their mother as he stumbled into the rapidly whitening world, blinking dumbfoundedly for a few second after.

    Snow was falling as thick as any rain would, already coating the ground, huge flakes falling before his view. Lightkit was certainly perturbed, to say the least. It irked him how Softkit had jumped right into the snow as if she weren’t just as shocked as him.

    Eyes narrowing into a glare at her, a devious smirk curved his lips as an idea suddenly came to mind.

    Dropping down, his light colored pelt almost blending in perfectly, he stalked his sister. And, when close enough, he launched with a roar. Softkit’s face was promptly shoved into the nearest pile of snow without an ounce of mercy.

    Lightkit fell back with a vicious giggle, writhing in the snow in mirth. “Oh StarClan, I got you good, Softkit! You should see yourself,” he cackled, pointing a paw at her.

    #11171
    Shy
    Participant

    Desertstar
    The Leader of Windclan


             A hush fell over the clearing. With the wind gone she could easily hear her clanmates as they emerged from their dens, cautiously making their way through the snow. They whispered to one another, taking turns exchanging wary glances. Narrowing her eyes, she continued to stare at the snow, desperately trying to make sense of their situation. When she couldn’t find a suitable explanation, she turned to face Hailgaze with a look of worry. “I’m not normally one to be superstitious but,” she paused, her pelt prickling anxiously, “Something isn’t right about this, Hailgaze. The way the wind just stopped and that storm just came out of nowhere, I—“ her voice drifted off as she silently reasoned with herself not to jump to conclusions.

             When she met his gaze again, her eyes were much more composed though concern still shadowed them. “We should send patrols out in the morning when the snow calms down, for now, have a few warriors and apprentices make sure everyone in camp is safe and warm,” she suggested, though Hailgaze was already ahead of her and making arrangements. The scent of her beloved mate hit her nose, and she spared him a longing glance before he walked off. After such a long day, she had looked forward to curling up with him and Quiethawk, but now that would have to wait.

             After considering Hailgaze’s request, she gave him a nod of approval. “You may give me the evening report later,” she told him, whisking her tail once before turning her attention to the concerned voice that had addressed her. “Hazelwing,” she greeted the young warrior with a smile, the concern soon fading from her narrow features. She didn’t want to worry her clanmates, at least not yet. “Everything is fine, just a heavy snowstorm coming in. We’ll be making sure that everyone is in camp and warm tonight.”

    #11291
    Tori
    Participant

     – T I N Y F L A M E – 

    Hailgaze didn’t appear to notice her arrival before she was already at his side– his angular face swung around in her direction, the brief surprise on his expression stiffening him somewhat before he softened against her touch. The tenderness in which he addressed her made her relax despite the strangeness of their situation. He had always had a way of getting her to settle down even when she was pent up at her worst. However, the troubled face he showed when he looked up to the sky once more made her worry. Even in the senior years he held, he had never seen anything like this either? What did that mean for WindClan, then? What of her coming kits? She knew that stressing herself would do not only her bad, but her kits as well, so she willed herself to let her anxieties pass. 

    But it appeared that her mate had other concerns, for he was turning to her once more and placing a gentle rasp of his tongue over her head. His touch soothed her and she pressed her muzzle to his chest in return to his affections. His gentle scolding only made her grin in mischief. She knew he wouldn’t be too happy with her leaving the nursery in the dead of leaf-bare, but that didn’t mean she would always listen, now did it? “I know,” she breathed softly, her blue eyes turning upwards to meet Hailgaze’s striking yellow eyes, “but I didn’t want to be kept waiting.” Besides, with his tall body and sturdy warmth, she wasn’t feeling the chill of the cold weather at all.

    Ever the gentleman, her mate offered to assist her on the way back to her nest and Tinyflame nodded softly in agreement. “I’d like that,” she murmured, allowing his soft guidance to turn her around and begin their walk back to the nursery. The tiny queen offered a nod of her head to Desertstar before she and Hailgaze prepared to leave the clan leader. Aware that the golden molly was also expecting, Tinyflame hoped that she would not stay out in the cold for too long either. It seemed that she didn’t need to worry much though, as Hazelwing was also approaching where they stood, so their leader would not be left out alone in the cold. She offered a smile in her direction in greeting. “I’m sure everything is fine,” She replied, though her though her tone was not as sure as her words were. She flicked her tail and then turned to leave with her mate, who was asking her if she had eaten yet. The ginger feline grinned up at him in response. “Of course, I have more than just myself to feed, after all,” she replied, humor edging her mew, “But, if you’re hungry, I’m sure I have room for another snack before we call it a night.”

    #11392
    Pheebs
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    Quiethawk had developed a ritual of sorts. Every night he would clean up their nest a bit, and he would sit down to listen to the wind. He would just- sit. It’s not like he could take a midnight run or hunt for a bit because according to someone (Startledcrow) he may hurt himself further. Well, la-dee-da to that. So now Quiethawk listened to the wind, reflected on his (boring) day, and he would get up to find his partners. He was reluctant to admit that among his favorite things in the world was the way their scents intermingled. Eveningstorm had a rich, welcoming scent while Desertstar’s scent was lighter. But there was something about their combined scents that never failed to soothe the crippled tom.

    I wonder- He paused, a frown twisting his lips. The wind stopped. It was unsettling, to say the least, and the former warrior was on his feet in a second. “Nightpaw!” The grey-brown tabby limped towards his former apprentice, expression serious. It was odd to see an intense look on the otherwise lighthearted tom, but his unease allowed no humor in his expression. “If you’d like to help, go make sure the queens and kits have enough bedding to keep warm. Once you’re done with that, check the elders.” Despite no longer training her, Quiethawk maintained a commanding authority over her. Unfortunately, his affection for his little apprentice had also remained- and here he was hoping the little brat he’d started training would remain just that: a brat. But no, at some point he started to think of Nightpaw as “his” little brat. Which was why, despite his harsh tone, there was clear warmth in his gaze as he watched her. “I don’t know why you’re still here- go!” He playfully shoved her shoulder (regretting it when the motion sent a sharp sting of pain through his shoulder and down).

    “I’m going to go talk to Des,” Quiethawk murmured to Eveningstorm, briefly pressing his nose to the other before setting off. He could no longer travel as fast as he liked, especially with how recent his injury was, and he was disgusted by how long it took to cross the clearing. 

    “I hate this whole ‘crippled’ thing, seriously. It kills all the fun out of moving which is generally an enjoyable activity.” He grumbled, approaching Desertstar with a scowl. “So, any idea what this-“ he gestured with his tail to the falling snow, “-is? Because I have absolutely no clue, and I’m willing to bet no one else knows. This is why I’m hoping my beautiful and lovely best friend could enlighten me.”

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