Softbreeze
Windclan Warrior
“Those stupid idiots” Softbreeze couldn’t help but grumble, light blue eyes blazing in anger as the white and silver molly was cursing under her breath when stalking through the moors. The molly couldn’t believe that Desertstar and Sandadder had the audacity to start drama during a clan meeting. Disgusting, that was her job. Of course no one noticed that she left, everyone was too busy engrossed with those two and their idiotic words to even notice. As of late, Softbreeze had felt out of place in the world. While she was performing her warrior duties, or at least attempting, Lightpaw and Vulturepaw disappeared to who knows where and Hailgaze always let them get away with it. Although karma hit them both in the end as the two seemed to had faced the consequences of their actions and their naming ceremonies got delayed.. Softbreeze managed to get her naming ceremony on time, and without anyone’s help or any sort of special treatment.. She did it all on her own.
“Stupid blind bat decides to leave and somehow I’m stuck with all the crazies in this stupid clan?” Softbreeze couldn’t help but mutter to herself as her silver striped paw finally stepped over the Windclan border and into some neutral territory that was between Thunderclan and Skyclan. The last thing that the young warrior needed was to deal with those annoying brats Hollypaw and Hazelpaw, but it would probably relieve some anger if she could stick her claws into their pelts and rip it off. Feeling the snow crunching underneath her paws, she couldn’t help but remember the memories of playing in the snow with her littermates.. But then again, she remembered Lightpaw always throwing snow in her face and insulting her, or Vulturepaw simply telling her to go away, or Poppyblaze running her mouth about something that lost Softbreeze’s interest a long time ago. The only one that was nice to her in their kithood was Lynxtalon, her brother would probably notice her disappearing from the territory right away. Letting out a soft sigh, the molly looked up for a moment at the snow beginning to fall but still padded forward.
Where was she going? Softbreeze wasn’t quite sure.
The white and silver molly needed to be away from Windclan, the toxicity that currently was there. Softbreeze wanted to be away from Windclan for now, to go on some sort of vacation and find herself until the drama that Desertstar and her family would sort itself out . Would it lead Softbreeze to return to Windclan when everything was over? She wasn’t sure. But for now, the slender molly would find some temporary area to reside in. Raising her nose in the air, she smelled the faint scent of Skyclan around but furrowed her eyebrows as this was neutral territory.. Unless Firestar planned on claiming this land as Skyclan’s. Moving towards a hollowed log, the molly peaked inside for a moment and saw that it was empty, deciding this is where she would be staying. Looking around, the young molly went to work and began padding around the area to find moss.. Hey, if she was to stay in a hollowed log.. Might as well make it comfy.
It wasn’t until Softbreeze’s ears perked up at the sound of snow crunching nearby and her eyes narrowed slightly “Who goes there?!” The molly questioned, her claws coming out before turning around with a snarl on her lips. It wasn’t until her facial expression went from hostile into confusion.. In front of her, was solid brown tom looking at her with a confused expression.. And he was limping?
Claypath |Wander of Skyclan|
Taking a moment to compose himself before heaving himself up to his unsteady paws. Brows furrowing in concentration as he steps carefully over the old nest. He was glad that he was able to get a few moments to rest and stretch out his leg. Though, Claypath had wanted to rest longer, he certainly did not want to anger Softbreeze as she was now determined to get this den cleaned and tidy to her liking. Inwardly sighing as he wished he hadn’t said anything as he loved his disorganized mess. Glancing around half-heartedly as he was suddenly not sure where to begin. Noticing Soft opening the door that leads out into the cold, shivering lightly at the sudden chilling breeze as she tosses the old moss bedding out.
Giving her a small nod as she gently nudges him, encouraging him to get started. Moving a few objects out of his way before using his slightly fluffy tail to dust debris out of the den. Coughing every once in a while as dust tickles his throat and nose as he cleans. He was surprised and impressed that she was able to find supple moss within this harsh weather, watching her for a moment as she sets to work. It intrigued him to see her expertly weave the moss into a large comfortable looking nest, she certainly knew what she was doing. Carefully moving his treasures to the other side of the den, organizing them by where they came from. Just when he goes to gently place a pebble stone down does Softbreeze’s voice filter around them.
Clay was so surprised at her words that he unexpectedly dropped the pebble, an echoing thump ringing for a moment as he glanced over at her with a stupor expression on his face. “I uh never even suggested that we were playing house!” He exclaimed, feeling his cheeks heat up drastically at her implications. “That’s absurd, if anything you are the one who brought it up” he huffs and mutters to himself before finishing up dusting. Sighing in utter relief, triumph glowing in his golden eyes as he glances back at the silver and white molly when she offhandedly compliments and insults him at the same time. Frowning over at her as he sarcastically quips, “Thanks…I suppose” it wasn’t his fault that he was socially awkward while she was straight forward!
Limping backward as he takes in his new profound organization skills, humming in approval before making his way back towards Softbreeze. His golden gaze flickering over her briefly before settling on the nest as she weaves a few shells from his collection into the bedding. Arching a brow and tilting his cranium in surprise as he studies the nest. Ears twitching at Soft’s shy hesitant voice as she tries to explain the reasoning for the shells. “Hmm I surprisingly like it” Clay admits in surprise, his lips pursed before scoffing back at her. “Flies can’t survive in cold weather” he snarks before moving closer to the nest. “Just for that I get to try it out first” Clay teases as he slowly settles himself down.
Moaning softly in bliss at the supple softness of the moss against his aching bones. “This feels nice!” Stretching out his long lanky frame and briefly closing his eyes. “You certainly know how to make a good nest” he compliments with a quiet purr within his chest.