Winds-of-Katyusha

"Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak." Wicked: Wicked wasn't the greatest fan of water, but neither were many cats so it seemed safe to walk around and chat with Apollo here. The braided fur on him was more unkempt but other than that Wicked looked alright. He felt safe. "Apollo! Thanks for coming man, I usually don't come here often but I thought maybe I don't know you seem to give me a nature vibe ya know? So thought ya appreciate the area, don't worry I aint like gonna drown ya, I think I got a better chance at doing that to myself." Wicked dipped one single paw into the large pool of water under the Waterfall before pulling it back with a dramatic yelp. Why did he think the water would somehow be warmer here was truly a mystery. "I spoke with some of those Twolegplace cats, I don't mind most of them ya know? But how do ya feel about them? I thought they would all be like those stereotypical lazy chonks but Nah I swear.. ...not sure which one

Toy Soldiers: Ducky: A squeal of delight was the only sound audible to one's ears as the beige cat tumbled through the fresh snow-fall, flakes falling thick from the sky and landing on his head and whiskers. It certainly wasn't the first heavy snowfall of the season, but this was something that never got old for the young cat, who sported a plush mallard on his back; none other than Milford, his best friend! Aside from Remus, that is! The last time he'd seen his friend, just a few days prior, the housecat had hinted at something delightful; his baby blue eyes shining as he explained to Ducky that it was a surprise for both him and for Remus. It had been hard to sleep since then, fidgeting so much in his nest that his mother had to gently tell him that she'd make him sleep outside their den if he kept waking her up! For today was the day that Remus was coming to the meadows to show him the surprise, any minute now!! Words: 172 Wicked: The small bear plushie was cold and

Frozen Wasteland: Soot: Sootbear didn't respond much afterwards during the clan meeting that Flamestar held earlier the day, the whole time the dark warrior looked displeased and distant. Why was it so wrong to demand to answer violence with well violence. Why does Windclan have to always take the 'good' route? It never got them anywhere and it was draining. He felt at a loss for much of the day like a ghost only nodding when questioned by joining a patrol, even pushing the night off to train Hornetpaw. Something he never did before. It felt like that wire between Flamestar and himself started to get more and more in danger of being cut apart. "Icestep." A cool greeting as Sootbear neared him watching the senior tom with interest. He didn't spot Icestep during the Ottersplash chaotic event but he knew the tom was beginning to become doubtful himself in some regards. Instead of waiting for a reply, the warrior spoke. "I always wanted to believe that peace was the better option.

"Time flies my little flower, your time will soon come to an end and you will be reunited with dear friends long last." Sheepcurl. Badgertooth. Ottersplash. Littlekit Bearpaw. Chamomilethroat. Mousetail. Stagstride. Flintflower. Wolfheart. Silverstar. Houndbite. Vermillionfeather. Cometheart. Those names were engraved into her very soul. The most meaningful parts of her life could be broken up into small bits of pieces just by their names alone. Her father Sheepcurl taught her everything, from the language of flowers to the Warrior Code. It was him she would think of when she was down, fixed on a past she couldn't rewrite. Badgertooth was her first love. She called it puppy love, for the young couple were quick to engage in courtship. Badgertooth wasn't a perfect tom by any means. The father of her kits, but someone who was frozen in emotions. The pair knew they won't last especially after the death of Littlekit, but she won't fault him for pulling away. She was thankful for the

The realization: A Vigil. Hybrid. That's what he'll always be to them. To much of the clan he held so dear to his heart, that single word pretty much ruined him. He had outsider blood, his loyalty will always be questioned by some. And the thought of that hurt. To be seen as untrustworthy inside the clan he called home… Larkspurpaw earned his warrior name by himself. Possumtongue had once been someone he looked up to, always following him around. Sometimes picking up lazy habits to make them seem closer than they really were. He wanted the relationship Finchfire and his sister Irispaw had. The relationship he witnessed between his father and his former apprentices. He wanted someone to be proud of him that wasn't just family. Whiteibis and Hollowbreeze did their best to keep the burden of his and his sister's true heritage hidden. They didn't know fully. Though one look at the pair of Hybrid siblings to anyone else in the clan would really be enough evidence. How foolish he was

Fatherly advice: Training "Can we go training now? Maybe just a hunting patrol or somethin'?" The grey-blue apprentice was rolled out, flat on his back as he stared up into the sky. He's been basically begging his mentor to take him anywhere. Larkspurpaw would even accept a small walk to mark borders at this point! But Possumtongue didn't seem at all eager to leave camp, not even with Larkspurpaw bugging him daily. The young tom wanted to shake off some pent-up energy and was starting to feel his training was.. well lagging behind. With his hope once again crushed, Larkspurpaw found his father, Hollowbreeze, speaking to a few nearby Warriors. The senior warrior already correctly guessed that Larkspurpaw needed to see some action and with a quick farewell to his peers, Hollowbreeze took his son out towards the training grounds. "Ya height gives some advantages Larky, Using your body weight will be your biggest asset." Hollowbreeze stressed the importance of only engaging in a

The land of endless swamps: Shadowclan's territory was Gloomy, wet, and cold. That's honestly how Larkspurpaw felt the moment he stayed outside of camp for the first time. Overwhelming thoughts of vast swamps and wetlands instead of the safety of camp kept pounding itself into his head. The apprentice's first patrol around the territory was in the company of his mentor Possumtongue and the Navigator Sunstorm. Sunstorm was odd, painted in a mask of oil while Possumtongue was lazy and hardly spoke a word to him. Larkspurpaw didn't mind, the large apprentice was grinning ear to ear as Sunstorm spoke about borders and what prey could be found in said areas. Thank stars cause Larkspurpaw honestly hated eating frogs and lizards. Slimy little creatures. "Let's head towards our lovely neighbors, hm?" Larkspurpaw was running now, chasing after the group as they started to head towards the border shared with Thunderclan. The apprentice moved fast past Sunstorm, the calico throwing

Training was an essential part of his trials under Dapples. She told him about the best hunting grounds in the territory, and gave some points on his 'flawless' battle tactics. (Amon was more of a lover than a fighter, but he swore he saw a slight smirk when he volunteered to show her some of his best fighting moves.) The younger cat was amused by him much like the rest of the clan. However, today was the day he would attempt to catch something noteworthy for the group. They seemed to dislike his love and appreciation for bugs, so he'll have to try harder. Luckily his mentor had brought him to the best spot before hiding away to judge him. At first the poor blue tom was awkwardly waiting around. His long limbs and awkward stare into the fields ahead did little to convince anyone he was some great warrior. Rather looked like a shocked kit left by his own mother. "Low confidence: Amon has so much faith in himself. He'll never let down Dapples. Nope." The air was nice. He could