Wildstorm
WindClan Warrior
It was an unusually warm morning at this time of the season, but Wildstorm wasn’t going to complain. The sun’s rays felt good on his black fur coat that stood out against the dried heather and brown and green grasses of the moors. The WindClan warrior breathed in deeply and closed his blue eyes as he focused on the sereneness, the breeze rustling his long fur, the sound of the birds chirping closer to where ThunderClan territory was. It was peaceful. Being constantly surrounded by Clanmates was sometimes hard on the tom, and while he wished he could be out here with his best friend, Nightfire, he was also not disappointed by the company he would soon be having.
Ears twitching at the sound of pawsteps behind him, Wildstorm grinned as he turned to see his dear sister. “Heatherpetal! I didn’t think I would ever get you separated from the nursery. Or Startledcrow.” He chuckled, eyes shining with amusement. Padding closer to her, he drew his tongue over her ear in a greeting, his tail flicking behind him. “It’s been too long since we’ve really hung out. I’ve been overworking myself. Come on! Let’s go for a run and hunt. I’m sure the Clan could use some extra prey.”
Wildstorm was the type of tom to constantly overwork himself. Nightfire kept hounding him to slow it down and focus on things other than his duties, but it was just something he had loved. He didn’t understand why it was a problem for her. Nudging his sister in the direction to further in the moors, he chuckled. “Let’s go, slow poke. Stretch those legs! Have fun, for once.” He teased, nipping her ear playfully before he rushed off, his back leg muscles flexing and the wind catching his fur, turning his head to make sure his sister was following.
Heatherpetal
Windclan Queen
Letting out a giggle, Heatherpetal moved until she grabbed a couple of blueberries from the bush and began pressing her paw against them to mash them. The rose-gold molly’s tongue was sticking slightly out of her mouth as she created jam. Looking up at her brother with a bright grin, she watched as her older brother began smearing the blueberry paste on himself “Nope, I think you deserve it.” Heatherpetal said cheekily, her periwinkle eyes shining in amusement towards him. It had been a while since both siblings had an outing, it reminded her of when they were growing up as apprentices.. Heatherpetal and Wildstorm were definitely the mischievous ones out of their litter, and it never changed.
A gasp escaped her when Wildstorm had claimed that he would ensure that her kits would also be covered in the blueberry paste, her eyes were narrowed before jabbing him playfully in the side with her paw that caused him to jump for a moment “You are not causing my children to become dirty! Do you know how long it takes to bathe a kit?!” Heatherpetal demanded, grabbing a piece of the jam and flinging it towards his muzzle. The rose-gold molly could imagine her kits refusing a bath, wanting to remain blue just like their uncle Wildstorm. Those kits adored their uncle, especially Cricketkit. Letting out a soft hmph, she turned her head away slightly and closed her eyes “You look like a blueberry now, I’m expecting you to roll away.” The small molly said, grinning in amusement at her older brother when looking back at him.
“Since I also don’t want you to feel left out.” Heatherpetal said, grabbing a piece of the mashed blueberries and began smearing it on the white part of her muzzle and her two front paws. Letting out a soft hum, she looked up at her brother with an amused look. “I look like I ate the entire blueberry bush!” The molly laughed, scrunching her nose playfully at him. Just because Heatherpetal was a mother, didn’t mean she wasn’t fun anymore! Getting up, the small rose-gold molly began shaking herself that caused some of the paste that came from her muzzle and flew to his own face.
A snicker escaped Heatherpetal as she went to pick up her rabbit “Oops, you missed a spot!” Heahterpetal said through the fur, an eyebrow raised in amusement.