In Hiding~{Windclan}

[Fire]

Dustpaw was curled up in a dark corner. He was tired of the dark tunnels they had been fourced into. No moor to run on no rabbits to chase. He heard someone comming up and reconized the scent. "Chicoryshard?" He asked lowly it was still weird not being able to see who was coming.

on the other side of the cave Mountainkit was playign witht he other kits in the patch of sun light. She dissappered and the kits came looking for her. She then poped out with a loud "BOO!!!" And all the kits squeeled and ran away. Mountainkit just laughed.

[Birdie°]

It took him a moment or two to relize that he had been left alone in the tunnels. Thrushwood spun on his heel. "Chicoryshard--"
But it was too late, she'd gone. The warrior took a shaky breath, turning back in the direction he had been previously traveling, his pawsteps heavy. He dug his claws into the dirt and, suddenly, pushed off at a run down the tunnels.

[Gone.]


Bluejay kindly nuzzled the older warrior's shoulder. "I think I understand. Redbreast was telling me, when we were leaving, that eery Windclan cat has a mix of strong feelings.
"I mean, me, I'm pretty stressed too! And afraid, and angry...and confused. Mostly confused." She shrugged helplessly. "By the way...did Redbreast tell you anything about dreams lately? Or did you hear anything? He's far-away like, and it's a bit scary. He's never like that unless..." Bluejay shook her head.

[**Liz**]

Strikefrost purred slightly,
" You're sweet, love." Her sigh shook her entire body; her fur, her eyes, her tail all quivered with exhausted stress.
What about Redbreast?
He did seem out of the mainstream lately, a little not-all-there like.
She knew what must have been bothering him, the same thing that was bothering her.
" Bluejay," she rose stiffly, her belly lifting from the grasses and dewy dust. A small beetle ran across her path, following a large root up the base of an equally as large oak tree.
She watched it carefully, her cold eyes impartial to its intentions, but it was movement. It was life. And it deserved to be observed.
" Your brother loves you, with all his heart. We all know it, and you know it. Redbreast would be crestfallen, heart broken, if anything had ever happened to you love."
She peeled her eyes of the beetle, which was now grooming it's antenna with too spiked fore legs, and reminded her to do the same. She took a few slow steps to a dry patch of earth, and plunked herself down, grooming her matted fur.
Relieving the dirt and dust and mud and mats revealed her old, resilient self, only her blue eyes shone bright cold and black with distress, although that was the only inclination to her true feelings.
" Things aren't going well for us, I must admit, and he's worried about you. And with good reason..."
Hint hint.

[Sapphire]

Oatpaw paced back and forth in the dark tunnels. She felt panicky, as she always did in tight spaces. No sun warming my pelt, no moorland flying by my paws, this is even worse than my Twoleg's nest long ago! She sighed and wondered why StarClan had let this happen. She wondered if Redbreast or Blackpaw had had any signs from their warrior ancestors.

Oatpaw stalked to a corner of the tunnels, flopped down onto a patch of stone and narrowed her eyes and sniffed. Dustpaw, is that...is that you?

[Fire]

Dustpaw's attention was drawn to the sound of Oatpaw's voice. "Oatpaw?" Dustpaw got to his paws and walked over to where the other apprentice was. "Hey." He said and sat down to Oatpaw's left.

[Sapphire]

Oatpaw flicked Dustpaw with her tail as a greeting. She was grateful to him that he seemed to not mind her kittypet roots. She meowed to him Dustpaw, do you ever feel like exploring the tunnels a bit more? You know, to make the most of our time here. I know, we've been here long enough that I will always remember all this stone, but what about the other parts? Oatpaw blinked her orange eyes at him.

[windrunner]

Blackpaw looked at Oatpaw.I'll come.He walked over to her.Can I come please.I was gonna go hunting but I'd rather explore.He looked at her hopingly.Please please please pleaseee.

[Fire]

Dustpaw was about to reply but was cut off by Blackpaw. He rolled his eyes. "Sure I'll come Oatpaw." He said. He then got to his paws streching and shaking the dust from his pelt.

ooc:lol compatition two toms on a she-cat sry lol

[Sapphire]

[[Ok lol, this will be interesting So you mind if I start a new thread?]]

Oatpaw cocked her head. Then she smiled. Ok, you two toms, let's go! Oatpaw raced down a random tunnel and then stopped at a cross between three tunnels. Hmm, let's see, while I wait for Blackpaw and Dustpaw, which tunnel should we explore?

ooc: Now, if it's ok with you two, I start a new thread.

[windrunner]

((sure))

[Sasha]

"Redbreast always worries about me," she grinned, but brought herself to a more serious note. Quickly, she rose and followed Strikefrost, stretching out her hind legs and shaking her fur free of tunnel dust and grime before sitting with a plop beside the other warrior.

For good reason? "You mean the things that stole Windclan?" she asked, her nose twitching quizzically. That caused worry for everyone, she knew, but somehow had a small doubt that that wasn't what Strikefrost was hinting at. "Everyone's...worried." she offered awkwardly, then began to clean her hind leg with earnest, quieting herself.

[**Liz**]

Sort of... close enough, I guess.
Strikefrost sensed a sort of apprehensive caution in her tone. Besides, her warning was just a cautionary guess, nothing more to support her grievances.
So she dropped it, purring quietly as she groomed herself.
Her fur was showing dire signs of starvation, and yet her belly was still growing healthy.
Her purr turned to highlight her piling nervousness as she messaged her belly by grooming it.
They were moving.
" Worried? Love, we're all worried, of course. I am terrified..."
Strikefrost's eyes confirmed this, she suddenly fell quiet, looking away. She hated secrets, and needed to tell some cat. She didn't trust many cats enough to tell them, only Smoketail and Bluejay, and she didn't tell Smoketail because, well, she was scared. How would he react? She didn't know, and that scared her. She couldn't be sure he'd keep her if he knew.
" Bluejay, love, I-I believe I am... expecting kits..."

[Sasha]

"Ex...pecting...d'aw, Strikefrost, that's wonderful news!" Bluejay purred, though there was a bit of worry in it. It's not a good time, she thought sadly, or a good place! Redbreast'll make it work, I know he will, she thought securely, and smiled.

Kits were always brought happy times for Bluejay, and she told herself it would be just as happy a time in a place like this! Her eyelids fluttered, slightly, licking down her chest before snapping her gaze to the older warrior. "Who's the father?" Bluejay asked, then caught herself. "I...I mean, if you want to tell me."

[**Liz**]

Strikefrost purred nervously at the young she-cat's reaction.
"It's...Smoketail..." she said quietly, shuffling her paws over the loose dirt. She hadn't told him yet, and that was her next question. Her worry was evident in her deep blue eyes. Her stance was that of stress and exhaustion.
And she was starving.
"How do I tell him?"

[Sash]

"Aw, I like Smoketail." she grinned, kneading the ground at the older she-cat's question. Bluejay sat still for a moment, thinking hard, the tips of her ears twitching. "I dunno how you'd tell him, really," she said. She'd never had experience with anything like that, and when she'd been told her parents were killed, she'd seen it when it happened, so it hadn't been much of a surprise.

That thought made her ears droop, but she forced herself to stay focused. "Well, you could be right in 'is face and tell him, or...you could hint at it until it, y'know, 'till it happens. Or surprise him. Surprising's never worked very well, though, for anything," she said quickly. "Have you had any idea of how to tell him?"