[Firefly/Open] just a burden in my hand.

[W.in.DY.]

windblaze

Windblaze felt insanely uncomfortable with Rootpelt's teeth in her scruff. Stupid Rootpelt. She wished she had been balanced enough so she could kick him. He deserved it. Oh, wait, he'd get in trouble for this. Maybe lots of trouble. Stupid, stupid, stupid Rootpelt. She twisted, hoping that would actually work this time. Thanks for nothing, StarClan. She thought, her neutral lips whittling into a frown. This was freaking, embarressing. If she he had the chance, she'd probably be running away from him.


"Can you let go of me now?" Windblaze sighed, flattening her ears against her head. She wanted to blame it on him. Even if she knew 100% - which she did - that this was basically her fault. How nice. Right now, she really didn't care. She just wanted to get away from him. That, that jerk. Really, she had been minding her own business. Until he decided to show up and that had gotten her annoyed.

Windblaze most likely would never be happy with him for a long time - even if what she just did was her fault- she still didn't care. She was ticked off.

ooc|| YAY FOR MUSE.

[FireFlyDragon]

[Rootpelt]

Both forms were mud streaked and sopping wet, the rain having only gotten worse before letting up as the dark pillowed sky released the pent up sun; lending light to shine down upon the sight of Rootpelt, and in tow, Windblaze. With his teeth still firmly gripped in the medicine cat’s scruff he dutifully slid her into camp, her struggles meaningless unless she were to actually grab hold of something to aid her resistance. It hadn’t been a long trip to the camp and at the moment the clearing was deserted, the passing of the heavy rainfall leaving small pools in its wake, droplets littering the growing flora.

The sandy tom finally rested his legs as he reached the center of camp, his anger and frustrations still boiling with enough meaning to completely loose himself to the ‘cause’. Without paying head to her words; as he hadn’t for the most of the battle here, he plopped her down without much care, ears flattened tight against his skull and wetted fur as a low growl rose in his throat. “You’d do you’re best to not do such a meaningless thing again. Unless you want to go through that twice.”

His tail flicked furiously to the awaiting den, and although his voice still held anger he murmured “Get dried off, I’ll bring you fresh-kill if you want. We can’t have our medicine cat sick; not with war on its way anyhow.” That’s when the tom remembered about his small catch before this whole episode, he’d have to go and retrieve it afterwards; although it would no doubt be stiff with cold and too waterlogged to taste. Silently cursing himself at the waste of food he vowed to not even look at the fresh-kill pile out of hunger, until he had caught his share of prey.

[W.in.DY.]

Windblaze nodded. She shook her pelt, knowing it'd be no use. "If you get me fresh-kill, I'll share it with you if you want." She smiled, just trying to be nice. She had no feelings-- no love, just to give you an idea --for him. Friends only, please. For some reason, she had completely forgotten about the idea of not forgiving; now she had just found the idea plain nonsense.

"Sorry about that..." She muttered, sitting down on soggy, bare ground. Actually, it wasn't that uncomfortable, she actually kinda didn't notice it. Anyway, she didn't understand what he said before he said,"Go dry yourself off", or something like that. Windblaze was trying to be nice, knowing that she had just did something stupid - and she'd try to make everyone forget by changing the subject somewhat. The medicine cat sighed, laying on soaked ground as the clouds parted, the sun free from it's dark cage - it was still cold, as if the sun was still busy warming up.

A random thought entered her head. If ThunderClan had somehow found it's way into WindClan, then they had picked a perfect day to do it. With the rain, they could easily sneak in with out the fear of being picked up - and that's because their scent would wash away. She thought, But then again, sometimes others don't think of that until the last moment, and then they can't go back. But it was possible, though. With Duskstar as the leader of ThunderClan, anything was possible. Not that she knew anything about him, but thinking of making allies with former enemies was an extremely brilliant idea, and she was certain it might of come from Duskstar.

"This is a drastic chance of subject, but if ThunderClan planned to come out here, then their strategies are great. We would be extremely unprepared, and that wouldn't be very good. We'd have a very possible change of nearly getting driven away, but then again, there's a chance that there won't be an attack." She wanted to speak her mind, so she did, no matter how random it appeared to be. "And I'm sorry for being random." She apologized. Her tail-tip twitched. Quite frankly, Windblaze did NOT want to have her den crowded with cats. And these days, with the alliance of RiverClan and ThunderClan, they'd never be sure or safe to begin with. And that's my problem. She finished those thoughts - well, not really, but who cares?

Windblaze then noticed that that's what Rootpelt meant. That she shouldn't have been out in the rain alone, and that rain washes away scents easily. She should of figured that out moments ago. She was stupid, she knew that, don't repeat it again, please, and thanks. UGH. If she could go back in time and fix things, then, she certainly would, mkay? Mkay. But too bad, since she wasn't a miracle worker - OR even magical for that matter - so she couldn't do anything. And she realized that she felt insanely nervous - frightened if that ( which is something,since she is rarely ever scared )

Windblaze didn't want to be a worry-wart over this, but anyone in any Clan, with the acception of Duskstar, Riverstar, and Cranefeather, would be worried - with the declaring of war on ShadowClan, and then two very strong Clans uniting, then there was a good reason. StarClan better have something good to say. She thought, remembering the fact that she would soon have that medicine cat meeting. Well, she didn't really finish her thoughts, did she? That was one of the things you needed to notice about her - but it'd be difficult considering the fact that no one - perhaps in the forest- was telepathic.


Hah, yeah. No telepaths. It was pretty much impossible, she would of known about it by now - or maybe that's what StarClan was going to talk about it - or it could be one of many things. Her mind was overwhelmed with thoughts that she had to fight back with questions. Hmph. She let out a breath. The smell of recent rain-fall wafted into her mouth, and she actually enjoyed the smell. It was still better than RiverClan's fishy scent, right? Of course... Heh...


A delayed reply escaped Windblaze's mouth, from his," You’d do your best to not do such a meaningless thing again. Unless you want to go through that twice.” She had twitched her tailtip before mocking those words, angrily. Then she had calmed down - she needed to get the last few drops of anger out of her system, and now she was done.

She wasn't sure if she'd get him in trouble, she wasn't exactly thinking about that now at the moment, but then again, she probably would. But - if Rootpelt got exiled, then the clan lost a warrior, and then when the war arrived, there was a possible chance that the outcome would be,"Goodbye WindClan." Well, that was if WindClan decided to help ShadowClan. And suddenly, guilt radiated off her pelt in strong waves. Rootpelt, Windblaze, why have you suddenly appeared in camp? Well, Rootpelt just dragged me back here, because I was being idiotic and stubborn, and hounding him with "Make me's". I freakin' deserve to get punished. Really, I do. She thought, with a growl.

How could this be so impossible? She furrowed her brows, before laying on the ground, mud soaking her fur. She didn't care, she had more important things to think about, and mud wasn't important, last time she checked. Even better, exile me, if you must, I'm just stupid, right? She wouldn't say that.




ooc|| >) I fixed it and added more.

[wolfwind]

Quietly Owlwhisker wished he didn't have to stay in the camp all day, but he had nothing better to do. He didn't want to go on any border patrols, afraid of a dispute that would racket up anything, and he didn't want to hunt because he thought lowly of the prey they would find. Rabbits dissapear too quickly on the moor and the sharp weather was no help either. All Owlwhisker did now a days were mope around the camp, bearing the weight of no one to talk to. Ahead of him, the dusty, brown tom caught scent of a familiar scent. Windblaze, WindClan's medicine cat was in the camp again. He could smell her scent from even here and as he neared her, he could tell there was another cat with her as well. Rootpelt, a warrior, was padding away from him and he could tell he wasn't in the enjoyable mood. Owlwhisker hadn't really gotten to know Rootpelt as much as he probably should. Perhaps today would be the day when he would actually get a talk in and learn more about this cat.