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PostSubject: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeMon May 20, 2019 9:23 pm

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Another day, another sunset. Finchstar's back was sore, holding up his unconscious apprentice, carrying the tom through the washed out grass. Aspenpaw's whiskers would often prod him in the eye, and drift across the leader's face, but the tom didn't seem to notice them. His yellow eyes were fixed forward, a steely stubborn gaze, filled with almost-tears. Could it even be called bittersweet? WindClan's hills, stained with the violet dusk. The sorrowful purple hue lit the mashed grass, shined off the mud and new puddles. This land had changed itself on its own accord. The flood waters had caressed its surface, and touched noses with the dips in the meadow. Finchstar wanted to hiss at the torn up gorse bushes, he wanted to claw at the uprooted streaks of heather. Look what the water has done to you... He cast Barleytuft a sorrowful glance as the tom walked beside him, eyes mournful. The tunnels WindClan had cherished for so long were now collapsed into the deep, and mosquitos swarmed over the sky, now claiming the stagnant pools of clear their home.

Spiderfur had fallen in the battle, too much blood spilled from her small frame. The she-cat was born long before Finchstar, it seemed strange now that he should outlive her. The leader cast a glance to the warrior who trudged behind him, draping her small frame over their shoulders, just as he had done with Aspenpaw. Only thank the stars his apprentice had not lost his life, only his consciousness.

There were no scars on Finchstar's pelt this time, only torn claws from running down the mountain. It was his clanmates who bore the infamous crimson banner. Barleytuft, laced with scratches, Aspenpaw, knocked out cold. Swiftstep, bleeding, and Briarpaw, torn. Several others walked a ways behind, bleeding red into the broken land. Finchstar let a long sigh escape his maw. He wanted to share their turmoil, wished he could carry their burdens. While the orange and white tabby could carry Aspenpaw physically, he was not able to carry his friends emotionally, not this time. His deputy had just lost his mother. His clanmates had lost a friend. The rocks that had fallen from the mountains crushed both Sharptooth and the dogs as the clan cats escaped. Finchstar watched as Echo of Shattered Ice made it back to her home. He hoped she would get the chance to see her family again. The images seemed to replay in the leader's head. The scent of blood was still heavy in the air, perhaps they would never escape the tragedy. Perhaps Sharptooth would prowl over their dreams forever.

The dip of WindClan camp was just ahead now, the familiar gorse bushes that lined the clearing now torn and violated. Finchstar would now return to this place as a leader, a first, if there ever was once. He would need to mount the Tallrock, and speak of Brindlestar's death. He would need to stare into his clanmate's eyes and watch as the hope faded. But perhaps his most important task was to bring that hope back. Memories of the dog attack would haunt most of WindClan, yes. But Finchstar would pull apart the clouds if he had to, and let his friends see the sun once more. It was his duty, his calling. He wanted to feel sorrowful as his clanmates did. He wanted to mourn with them. But the quickening of Finchstar's step could not be quelled. His optimism was strong, a fiery thing.

There was one who waited for him, green eyes that would heal his wounds. Her russet pelt would shine through the clearing, and just a look at her would restore WindClan to its former glory. Finchstar wanted to run, to cut his ties, and melt into her fur. She was just over the hill, sitting amongst the wheatgrass.

The tom stopped at the gorse covering, a tail-length away from his home and camp. The tom lowered Aspenpaw down gently, giving Briarpaw a nod as the tom rushed over. Take care of him... Finchstar thought, knowing that even a wordless glance would suffice. Beyond the gorse bushes lay his duty as a leader. Beyond the covering was a clan, broken, yet determined. And beyond the line was the very embodiment of love itself. Russet fur, a long tail, the green eyes of a healer. If it wasn't for the anticipation of her, Finchstar would have hesitated a little longer, taking time to think over his new leadership. But the strong feeling of love was pulling him, carrying him gracefully through the turmoil, and laying him down in arms of soft, soft fur. Not wanting to contemplate anymore, Finchstar pushed himself through the gorse thorns, and there she was.

Sitting in the middle of the clearing, violet hills of hope framing her face. Brookclover. The most good and graceful cat to ever walk the forest. Finchstar blinked and he was by her side, yellow eyes brimming with emotion. He could not bring himself to touch her, feeling as if straying too close would shatter this wonderful dream he was living. But her green eyes blinked and the leader was sure it was real. "Not even the strongest flood waters could keep us apart. Nor dogs, nor beasts. We're home, my dear. WindClan is home."

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeTue May 21, 2019 10:52 am

The final leg of Barleytuft's journey had passed in a bit of a haze. He and his Clanmate, Aspenpaw, had been badly wounded in the battle with the dogs - the apprentice much worse than the warrior. The long, lean WindClan tom had a few pokes and tears through his thing, creamy tabby pelt; a few of them were located awkwardly on his chest and armpit, and they were aching, sore, and raw from the constant movement as the Clan cats trudged home. Not only that, but the dog had batted him left and right and his ribs were aching, his muscles tight. The WindClan warrior had traveled for days straight now, and fought on both ends of it. What felt like so, so long ago, Barleytuft had been one of the many WindClan cats swept away from the forest when the flood hit. He had helped to keep the sick and injured cats safe when the two dogs and twolegs attacked on the shore; he had helped support his sweet mate, Graybriar, on their way home; he had volunteered on the patrol to trek up the mountain to find their missing Clanmates; he had battled a dog, and lost.

Despite his physical pain and discomfort, Barleytuft's spirits were high. He had lost, but he had not died. The pale tabby had been trying to recover Aspenpaw to retreat down the mountain when Finchbreeze - no, Finchstar, as the ginger-and-white tom had briefly stated in a hushed tone as they traveled - had appeared and taken the weight, allowing Barleytuft to bear his own. At first he had nearly been too surprised to move, but the looming threat of a "Sharptooth" ensured that his tired feet kept moving. Many cats had been hurt, some even killed, during the fight with the dogs and the struggle with the massive mountain cat, but ultimately the feline and its monstrous canine opponents were crushed beneath a falling rock set off by two selfless Clan cats. The cats of the forest were finally able to return.

On the way home, Barleytuft had discovered that his apprentice, Gingerpaw, had survived the flood and retreated to the mountains as well. The tom had greeted her with almost as much fervor as a father might greet his own kit, running up to the small calico she-cat despite his injuries and covering her face and ears with kisses. For a time during the journey he walked beside her to listen to what she had done and how WindClan had stayed at Highstones and the Mothermouth but been chased up the mountains by, presumably, the same dogs which they'd run into on the way back down. They had stayed with the Tribe, and Barleytuft listened eagerly, thinking about his short interaction with the former Tribe cat Night on the patrol. They had shared an amicable goodbye before the WindClan warrior had parted with his own Clanmates.

At some point, Barleytuft ended up at his dear friend and leader's side once again, gazing out over the moors of WindClan. We're almost home, his heart sang, and even some kittish part of his mind thought, Soon we'll be able to get some rest, thank StarClan. Somehow the home stretch was the hardest, and his paws - knotted from walking for so long - worked energetically at the ground despite his pain and weariness. Graybriar was waiting back in camp, and though he had only been away from her for a few days he couldn't begin to express his joy at returning to her. Briarpaw, her only living son from her first mate, also lived, and Barleytuft greeted him as warmly as his own apprentice. He himself was grateful to see the medicine cat apprentice alive, but more than that he knew how desperately his mate would want to see her child again. She had been so afraid for him.

The camp came into view and Barleytuft could feel the energy in the group change. Excitement. Trepidation. Longing. Fear. Impatience. Scents overwhelmed the air until they finally reached the gorse walls, which had barely clung onto the ground for dear life. With a deep breath, Barleytuft gazed at Finchstar. He had made certain that his dear friend knew his mate had survived the flood and returned to WindClan, and the younger tom's excitement shone in his eyes as he gingerly laid Aspenpaw's body on the ground before ducking into the camp.

Barleytuft glanced at Briarpaw and with a dip of his angular, sandy head he, too, limped into camp. Immediately his dark hazel eyes sought out Graybriar, his mate and love, who he had left behind before being able to return to the moor himself.

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeTue May 21, 2019 4:43 pm

Since he and what remained of his shoremates had returned, Ravenpaw had made himself scarce, steadfastly evading all attempts to rope him into the restoration efforts whether they came from his Clanmates or Brookclover herself. Instead, he’d chosen to commit the moor to memory. The further from camp, the better. Though WindClan was no longer abandoned and the camp looked more and more like Ravenpaw remembered by the day, something was out of place. Brindlestar. A deputy. Anyone who knew their way around a pile of herbs. Ravenpaw, out of camp more than in, didn’t care how organized their leadership was any more than he had as a kit, but he felt their absence all the same, along with the gaps left by his Clanmates’ missing loved ones.

Today, as ever, the sun’s setting signaled that it was time to sneak back through the gorse and act as if he’d been there all along. The young apprentice’s paws had turned homeward some time ago. Now, as he approached the camp with his tail idly swinging, he came to an abrupt halt. Cats. Something in their tired, haunted faces rang familiar within him, held his paws down before he could think to bolt for the hills. Many of them bore wounds ranging from minor to so terrible Ravenpaw winced despite the distance. One, a small brown-and-white cat torn by a force greater than any warrior could manage, rested silent across another cat’s shoulders; no one he knew, but his stomach still twisted as he realized what the cat's unsettling stillness meant. Something awful had happened. Unbidden, his mind leapt to the only true danger he knew: ...Dogs?

It was when he noticed a familiar tan tabby that Ravenpaw realized that this was no patrol: It was a homecoming. "They're back," he said—faint at first, not quite believing, then in a near shout. "Everyone's back!"

He hadn't paid attention to what business had brought Barleytuft out of WindClan so soon after their return, only that Barleytuft had vanished and no one else had taken note of it. Now, he understood, and his heart tentatively fluttered like a bird dazed from a paw-blow. His gaze swept the group with renewed urgency once, twice, three times. Any minute, he’d find a cinnamon pelt as fluffy as his own, or maybe she’d seen him and was pushing her way through the crowd, a fresh scolding burning her tongue. She had to be here. She had to be. She—she was just a warrior like Lightstep, like any of the bodies they'd buried near the lake in the early days, and she wasn't here. At the lake, at the bridge, at the camp the first time, there was nothing he could have done.

Ravenpaw wasn't completely feather-brained. Since the floodwaters had brought him ashore battered but alive, some tiny, voiceless part of him had known. Now, it found words. The tears came before he could stop them; with a choked growl, he staggered back, eyes fixed on his paws and the ruined flowers between. The camp wasn’t safe—Barleytuft and a red-and-white tom had just swept into what remained of the gorse tunnel leading to it—but the vast territory at his back suddenly seemed far too big for one small apprentice. As the reunions began, he had nowhere left to go.

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 5:16 am

Aspenpaw briefly lifted his head, resting it on his paws so he could look around without straining his neck. The camp seemed barren, but the cats who resided in it were full of joy. Or were those tears for the fallen? The apprentice was too out of it to really know or care. He smiled warmly as his clanmates were engulfed in celebrations of love and loss. His eyes caught a black pelt, off by himself, with a sadness to heavy to carry on his own.

"Ravenpaw," he rasped quietly. His speech was slow and slurred, his eyes dull, but the hint of sharp teasing remained. "Jeez, do I look that bad? I hope those tears aren't for me! Please tell me I'm still handsome..." His demeanor became a little more serious. He understood the pain Ravenpaw must have been in, all this time. He rolled onto his side. "Come keep me company. I'm on my deathbed," he laughed, shutting his eyes against the harshness of the sunlight. He was too weak to continue, but the least he could do was comfort his denmate in a trying time.

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 6:44 am

Baykit leaped up to swat a piece of heather. Right when he put his paw on it, the heather fell down on the ground. He jumped back down and ended in a pile of kit fur and paws. Baykit struggled to get out of the mess. By the time he did, Baykit realized that everyone was back. 
 
  But why not mommy? He asked himself. Where is she. Ever since his mother's death, Baykit has had to remind himself that his mom is in StarClan now. A single tear streaked down his fluffy face and plopped on the ground, turning the sand wet. He glanced over and saw cat greeting each other warmly. He lay flat on the ground, his fur puffed up as he waited for someone to come over to him. 

   In the last moon or so, Baykit had been feeling very lonely. It felt like everyone else was getting all the attention. Don't they know that every litter needs a mother! He thought. Baykit got himself up and started to walk around in circles, his fluffy cream tail dragging along with him. His hazel eyes and ears twitched, trying to detect movement coming towards him. But no such luck.




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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 8:11 am

Everything had been a nightmare, a horrible nightmare, the flood, the dogs attacking her in her sleep, the beasts... but the nightmare, like all others, was over... she was home, her clan was home, they were back.

She almost cried of happiness, more when she saw her mentor, she greeted him, happy to see him alive.

Eventually he moved and and she did as well, she went to see if she could help in anything.

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 9:00 am

Time seemed to pass slowly for Grousepaw. The pale tom could be frequently spotted on the edge of the camp's hollow, looking at the horizon. His heart beating heavily in his chest as he yearned to see his mother's familiar face appear over the horizon. As the day progressed, he would hunt or do what Brookclover and the remnants of WindClan needed him to. Vigilant as always as he did his best.

It wasn't always good enough. He looked down at the ruins of the camp. They were slowly changing from waterlogged messes and nothing, to something resembling a camp again. His paws ached remembering the first day they returned and the subsequent nest building they all had to do the moment they returned and saw the nests were gone. It had been hard trying to find so many materials for so many nests. Difficult to weave grasses with paws that felt like they were worn to the delicate bones.

Yet WindClan was surviving. They had made it through this. His chest puffed with pride as he thought about it for a long moment and lifted the rabbit he was carrying higher. It wasn't the largest, but it would make for a good meal. One he hoped his mother would be proud of... his heart lurched again. His mother, where was she? Starclan themselves had chosen her, and yet, she and half the clan had yet to return.

Strong scents carried on the breeze. He stopped at once, dropping the rabbit from his jaws so he could smell better. Cats. They had a strange smell to them, but they were near the camp. He could see the tail end of the group as it moved into camp and he rushed forward. Hearing yowls of greeting instead of war made him run even faster. His claws sending dust into the air as he skidded to a stop in the midst of the camp. Relief flooding his pelt.

The rest of WindClan. That meant his mother must be home too! His blue gaze looked for her carefully among the patchwork of pelts that were greeting eachother, or collapsing in heaps. His eyes fell to Finchbreeze, and he nearly gagged at the starry gaze the tom held. 'Eugh.' His pelt prickled as he looked pointedly away from the reunited pair. 'It's just Brookclover.' He grumbled as he continued his search.

Her pelt was nowhere to be seen. 'She's probably coming in last. Protecting the weakest.' It would make sense. Finchbreeze was a strong fighter, more than capable of protecting the front cats. The weakest would be in the back with kits and any elders. He padded around to look for her, then frowned. Finally, he padded over to Finchbreeze.
"I hate to interrupt your ... eugh, romantic speech, but where is mother?" He asked pointedly.

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 9:54 am

The morning after he left, she knew.

Graybriar had been pregnant before. A young, new warrior deliriously in love with her friend and mentor Badgerthorn, she hadn’t quite known what it meant. Then, the pregnancy had been new and exciting, but also somewhat anxiety-inducing. Every morning of nausea, every minute of frustration at being unable to patrol had been an unknown but accepted experience. So, moons and moons after she thought it would ever happen again, the senior warrior found herself once again with kits. But this time it was different. She was much older and wiser, and knew the pain of loss- having lost two kits and her first mate, as well as many friends and colleagues over time. She also knew the joy and fierce love that another litter of kits would bring, by how she still clung desperately to the hope that Briarpaw was alive and well. This time, she also knew that she would have a different experience with Barleytuft as her mate and the kits’ father.

Barleytuft… what couldn’t he do? While Badgerthorn had been her first love, and made her giddy with every brush of his whiskers, he had always been devoted to the Clan, and they’d had less and less time the busier she was with her litter and the nursery. She already knew that Barleytuft, the strong and kind soul he was, would be as steady with visiting and supporting her as he had been when she was the fastest warrior in WindClan, as he had been when her leg had been too injured for her to walk. It was getting much better now, thanks to the insistence with which her mate had stopped her from exerting herself, and the fact that the nauseous feelings of pregnancy which she almost welcomed back like an old friend were keeping her in a nest more often than not. When her kits were grown, she may even be able to run again. My kits… StarClan, our kits. I’ll have a litter. They’ll have a father.

Even though she loved Barleytuft with every inch of her body, and had complete faith in him, some part of her awoke her in fear every night when she reached out and couldn’t find him near her. Of course he had immediately volunteered to go on the search patrol- that was just the kind of cat he was. She didn’t expect anything less. But she was still worried about him, and thought about him every second that she wasn’t thinking about the litter of kits in her belly. There were far more this time- she felt them every so often, the faint stirrings of life inside her that never ceased to fill her with wonder. What would Barleytuft be like as a father? He had already taken at least half of the Clan’s apprentices under his wing, as well as treating Briarpaw like he was his own. She couldn’t wait to see him with a litter of kits that looked just like him… provided that he returned, of course.

She was supposed to stay off of her leg, with the added weight. That she knew. However, when she heard Ravenpaw’s resounding cry, she couldn’t help but spring up as if she were young again. They were back! The patrol was back! Feeling her heart trying to flutter out of her chest, the less-lithe-than-normal she-cat stumbled awkwardly out of the nursery, light blue eyes darting around to catch a glimpse of her mate, or possibly even her son. When her gaze locked with a familiar brown one, a breath that she didn’t know she’d been holding escaped her. As fast as she could, Graybriar fairly flew at Barleytuft, wrapping herself around him and purring so hard she couldn’t stop. Seeing him alive and safe felt like the weight of a dog had been lifted from her chest. “You’re back, you’re back, you’re back…” she murmured, love and relief lacing every word with much more meaning than it would carry on its own. After holding his warm, familiar form for as long as she could, a thought struck her. The tabby stepped back slightly and her grin widened so much that it hurt. “Barleytuft, look! I’m expecting our kits.”

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 4:51 pm

The sound of his name cut through the noise. With a bracing sniff, Ravenpaw raised his head to find the tom the red-and-white cat had set down before disappearing into the tunnel. Aspenpaw, he recalled after a moment. Somebody had noticed him. Instantly, he was furious with himself—he’d been fine all this time, he couldn’t be fine one more day until everyone had settled in?—but his frustration was tempered by a quiet, warm feeling that made him glad he hadn’t run off, however selfish he was being. ”Still handsome,” he confirmed, with something that might have been a laugh. ”But, I mean, you’ve definitely looked better.” Aspenpaw sounded…tired, maybe? Ravenpaw couldn’t blame him; the memory of how exhausted he'd been during his own return was all too clear. He lifted an unsteady paw and swiped at his face, taking a breath that only shook a little. If he buried himself in this, then…then he’d be okay. At least for now. Now was the only thing that mattered.

There was no point in hiding. Not when half the Clan had already seen him. So, rather than put more distance between himself and the crowd, Ravenpaw sat at Aspenpaw’s side, examining him in a decidedly unsubtle manner. ”You’re not…you’re not actually dying, right? 'Cause I don't know where to get a medicine cat.” He knew Aspenpaw just well enough to understand that not everything he said was serious, but after everything else, could he really be sure? He managed a smile, hoping that would help what he'd said sound more like a joke, and gave Aspenpaw a nudge with his paw. A very, very gentle nudge. Aspenpaw might not have been the worst-looking cat there, but Ravenpaw had some experience with hard-to-see wounds; the bumps he'd gotten from that horrible Twoleg hurt even when they hadn't been visible under his long fur. "What happened?"

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Raventail [100/280] | Lightfang [45/160] | Galepaw [20/80]
WindClan deputy | SkyClan T2 warrior | ThunderClan apprentice
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Characters : [A]mberdawn | [B]arleytuft | [C]loverpaw | [D]acepaw
Female
Cancer Pig
Number of posts : 1337
Age : 24
Clan/Rank : [A] SkC MC[1] | [B] WC W[5] | [C] WC App | [D] TC App

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 6:45 pm

The lean WindClan warrior's eyes almost immediately darted towards a shimmer of pale gray fur in the corner of his vision. Barleytuft looked over the crowd to see Graybriar having just emerged from where the nursery was - though it was in sorry shape compared to the last time the Clan had seen it. Their eyes met and for moment Barleytuft swore that his heart stopped and, even in all the chaos, he'd somehow found StarClan in the waking world. The way the light glistened on her silver tabby fur, how her face instantaneously brightened with relief and joy, as she began to race towards him made his mate look nearly as beautiful as Silverpelt.

Barleytuft needed only to take a few long, low steps forward and then Graybriar had reached him. The soft-furred she-cat wrapped herself around him, purring so hard that Barleytuft's fur tickled. When his mate brushed herself against one of the puncture wounds on his chest he reflexively jolted back, just slightly, sucking in a breath, but the creamy tabby tom immediately leaned back into his mate's sweet embrace, nuzzling at her face and neck and any part of her that he could reach.

"You're back," Graybriar murmured, her voice thick with love and relief, "You're back, You're back..." "I'm home." It felt like it had been a moon. He knew that it hadn't, and he knew that others weren't receiving the reunion which he himself had been almost guaranteed - at least, until they'd run into the dogs - but he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed by the return. He simply enjoyed her presence for as long as she gave it. Then, the senior warrior pulled back, heavenly blue eyes shining with delight and pride. Barleytuft beamed back at her, features soft and lovestruck, and he listened intently as she proclaimed, "Barleytuft, look! I'm expecting our kits!"

Barleytuft's ears and tail perked upright, his whole body freezing. The warrior did look, then, now taking in the view of his very beautiful - and very obviously very pregnant mate. Her silver belly was swollen with kits, and Barleytuft glanced from her belly to her overjoyed face and back to her belly several times before the tom exhaled, "You're.... I'm.... Our kits?" The lean tabby tom suddenly sank back onto his haunches, and a look of utter euphoria flickered over his face as he gazed into Graybriar's eyes with his own glimmering with tears. "We're having kits," he mewed, his voice practically floating with kittish wonder. "I'm going to be a father. We're.... we're having kits together!" He looked around, feeling as though he really had gone to StarClan.

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Dacepaw of ThunderClan |
Apprentice [20/80]
Amberdawn of SkyClan |
T1 MC [45/100]
Barleytuft of WindClan |
T5 Warrior [100/280]
Cloverpaw of WindClan
Apprentice [20/80]

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Breezey

Characters : (B)aypaw (O)wlkit
Female
Taurus Rooster
Number of posts : 36
Age : 14
Clan/Rank : (B)WindClan (O)ShadowClan

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeWed May 22, 2019 6:49 pm

Baykit glanced around to see all his campmates. He felt sorrow for himself. It isn't fair! He thought angrily All the other cats in the forest get to have living mother's; and I didnt get to even know mine! I war started to rise inside Baykit's head. "Calm down Baykit." He said to himself. He new that was the thing a reasonable warrior would say. The warrior I will be one day. 


  The only thing that distracted him from his sadness and jealousy was the thought of becoming a warrior. He knew that he would be the best warrior, maybe even a legend, in all the forest. Something in the very back of Baykit's mind told him. Maybe it takes a tragedy to become a legend. Maybe my mother's death was the start to my path of greatness.




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Characters : [A] Rabbitpaw [B] Rowankit [C] Stormpaw
Male
Sagittarius Pig
Number of posts : 5427
Age : 23
Clan/Rank : Thunder Stone

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeSat May 25, 2019 7:28 pm

Rabbitkit shivered as the winds of the moors cut into his soft fur, he felt deeply out of place here. These were apparently the lands his mother had once walked, the dens his father had once laid in, yet it all felt foreign to him. All scents had been swept away by the waters, so it was just foreign to him. A barren, lifeless patch in a sea of green. What joy was he meant to find here?

"I- I'm home, mum." He whispered to the sand, the grass and the winds. "I'm home."

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Cancer Buffalo
Number of posts : 3954
Age : 22

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeSun May 26, 2019 9:28 am

A hushed gray had seemed to settle over the moorlands as the sparse remains of Windclan set about rebuilding the memory of their great clan. It was arduous work, perhaps not as much so as the other clans who were encumbered by their great trees and masses of plant growth throughout the territory, but it was slowed the shadow of loss that seemed to loom close overhead of every cat. Brookclover felt smaller than she ever had in her entire life. What once had been the strong fire of a driven she-cat was beaten at by the wind and rain until her exterior was merely a husk of that past and the interior a lost memory. Brindlestar was nowhere to be found. Many other clanmates had been beaten down by the waves and lost indefinitely to other causes that had stripped them from the privilege of life. And worst of all, her partner, despite the stubborn hope stuck like a thorn firmly embedded in her chest, was nowhere to be found. There had no even been a whiff of his scent or anything else that might have given her the desperate longing that seized her at any given moment.

The warrior had busied her paws with doing what she could in aiding the clan's return to normalcy. Pressing back the desires of her heart and throwing herself head-first into a mock semblance of leadership allowed her not to dive too deeply into the recesses of sheer hopelessness that threatened to tear her in half. There were things here for her, devotion to the clan, and caring for Grousepaw and Ravenpaw as her apprentices. But something told her that if he wasn't to return, there wasn't anything that could repair the creeping brokenness that had only grown more fractured in their separation. She longed for Finchbreeze's companionship in an indescribable way. He had become as natural as the breath in her lungs, or the wind that teased the grass and gave the territory its name. In her brief lapse of control, the russet she-cat found her claws tearing and kneading at the ground as her gaze fixated on a faraway patch of nothingness. She stood like that for a moment before something caught the edge of her gaze. A flicker of motion at the entrance to the camp.

Green eyes slowly trailed upwards as it came towards her. Something out of a dream. It was surreal, there was no possibility that before her was the very thing that her heart, as pathetic as it sounded, cried out for. One sharp inhalation of breath confirmed it and only a whisker's length was between them. And he spoke, Not even the strongest flood waters could keep us apart. Nor dogs, nor beasts. We're home, my dear. WindClan is home. If Brookclover was ever able to weep if she ever allowed herself that indulgence of weakness, her eyes would have become blinded with tears. Instead, she just stared at him for a moment, drinking in every tiny detail of his handsome frame. And she knew it had to be true. Unbelievably so, they had been brought back together. Words caught in the back of her throat, making the warrior feel the most pathetic she ever had in her several moons of life. Brookclover hated the sensation of overwhelming emotion, it broke her cool exterior and regal appearance. This moment allowed an exception as an undeniably overjoyed expression broke out over her maw. Finchbreeze was here. He wasn't lost. And they had found each other.

"You've kept me waiting," she teased through the smile that peeled back her lips, "but it sounds like you've been busy." Brookclover could not take the anticipation much longer and closed the gap between them, pressing her pelt as close as she could to Finchbreeze's and reveling in his warmth for the first time in what felt like forever. Her maw buried deep into the crook of neck, just under his jaw, and she breathed in the earthy familiar scent that still clung firmly to his coat underneath the various other scents that had fought to abolish him. Finchbreeze had unsurprisingly bested any of the challenges that befell him. As much as she teased him, her mate possessed an undeniable strength that both comforted and inspired her. After a moment of silence between them, Brookclover spoke once more, "I never for a moment thought you were gone... and here you are, proving me right once again.

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Chickenwing

Characters : Murkpaw(slated to DIE), Swanpaw, Rift, Minkpaw/Strom
Female
Sagittarius Snake
Number of posts : 371
Age : 17
Clan/Rank : WindClan, SkyClan, RiverClan, The Regime

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeThu May 30, 2019 10:06 pm

Murkpaw was, as usual, attempting to sleep somewhere when a sudden ruckus started up at the entrance - or at least, what had been the entrance - to the camp. Everything was about as wrecked as he'd fatalistically thought it would be, and the very first thing they got all the apprentices to do was start fixing things while the warriors got to go out and hunt. Needless to say, he had not been happy with that arrangement, and even unhappier to find that he was coming to like doing things for others. It was something to do with Silverstrike's influence, probably.

He lifted his head grumpily to look in the direction of where a particularly rowdy group of over-happy warriors had come back from hunting their stupid paws off. Only to find that it wasn't a group of hunting warriors at all. I'm dreaming. Staring at it his paws, he tried to determine whether he was actually feeling the muddy-ish ground underneath them, and, extending a claw, he prodded his other paw with it.

Still suspicious, he got up and walked across the clearing, to where Finchbreeze had lain that apprentice he'd gone on a hunt with once on the ground, and gave the ginger and white tom a very slight dip of his head in greeting. He didn't even notice. Murkpaw snorted, idly searching the crowd for any other familiar faces and as expected, finding none.

Ravenpaw had come up to them as well, talking to the cat lying on the ground, who looked more bashed up than the rest of them. Murkpaw sat down, eyeing the tom before deciding to speak up himself. "You look like you're dying."

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Characters : Graybriar, Pricklebush, Redwing. Deceased: Tansyfoot, Turtlepelt, Morning, Longwhisker, Ryestep, Poolmist, Nettletail, Halfmoon, Freckleface, Lionfur, Shimmerheart, Breezewhisker, Honeydrop, Ashstar, Brushgaze (NPC), Shellwater, Snowblossom, Quailfeather, Gingerstripe, Carat.
Female
Cancer Snake
Number of posts : 4631
Age : 18
Clan/Rank : WindClan Senior/Tier 5 Warrior/Queen, TC Medicine Cat, SC Young/Tier 2 Warrior.

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PostSubject: Re: Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic}   Violet Hill {Open}{WC Reunion Topic} Icon_minitimeSat Jun 01, 2019 6:17 pm

When informing her mate of her pregnancy, Graybriar felt only happiness and joyful anticipation. But at the shocked look on his face, some of it gave way to nervousness. She'd never considered this as an outcome. What if he didn't want kits? What if he didn't want to be a father? But even as her heart pounded and her blood raced, staring anxiously into Barleytuft's eyes, his face brightened, and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. At his happiness, her own returned tenfold. A soft, delighted laugh bubbled up from her throat, and she was embracing him again. "Our kits," she echoed, the words trembling and new on her tongue. "Our kits. We're going to be parents." Though she'd done nothing but think about the fact since she'd learned about it, it washed over her again. What sort of kits would they have? Daughters? Sons? Who would they look like, how would they act? How many would there be- one, two, maybe even seven? A whole new litter. Their kits. Together. Tears of joy returned to her eyes, and she snuggled further in against Barleytuft, enjoying his closeness and the thought of their kits. Then, with a pang, she remembered Breezekit and Wolf. A young tom taken by kitcough... a strong she-cat disappeared among rogues. "I'm going to do better this time," the warrior promised fiercely, blinking back her tears as she looked up from her mate's fur into his deep brown eyes. "I promise. I won't make any more mistakes." She couldn't bear it if she lost any more of them. Especially if it was her fault again.

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~Redwing~~~ Pricklebush~~~Graybriar~
~SC Young Warrior~~~TC Medicine Cat~~~WC Senior Warrior~
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