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.
Wildstorm
WindClan Warrior
Wildstorm was positive he had caught the biggest hare out of the two of them. Heatherpetal was smaller and not as fast as he, and he had become quite skilled at working around his left eye ever since it had been blinded from his fall as an apprentice. The WindClan warrior was imagining his sister’s pelt covered in blue from the berries and he chuckled to himself as he carried the hare towards the direction of her scent, its body dangling from his jaws with its paws brushing against the grassy ground. When Heatherpetal finally came into view, Wildstorm blinked in surprise, pausing in his pawsteps. Stumbling a little by how big the piece of prey was compared to her, Heatherpetal’s eyes seemed to shine with pride as she stopped in front of him and dropped her catch. His blue eyes narrowed. Oh great StarClan. He was going to be named Blueberrypatch for the rest of his life! Rolling his eyes, he dropped his hare beside her and gave her a playful smirk as she looked between the two. “Mine’s bigger.”
But her squeal cut him off and he laughed, his tail lashing behind him as he sighed loudly and dramatically, shaking his head while looking down at the two rabbits in shock. How had she caught a bigger hare than he? Breezehowl wasn’t going to let him live this down. “I say we should have a rematch. This can’t possibly be real.” But she didn’t listen and grabbed her hare before bounding towards a berry bush. Still groaning, he lowered his head and picked his catch back up, following after her and setting his hare back down once he got to it. “It’s never too late to say that you change your mind because you love your brother and don’t want him humiliated when he gets into camp.” He grinned pleadingly.
Heatherpetal wasn’t budging. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and sat down with a huff, rasping his tongue over his chest to smooth down the tufts of fur. “Fine. Fine.” He grumbled, making sure there were no knots or thorns in his black fur. Once he was satisfied, he stood up and looked at the bush with a wrinkled nose. “Help me pick out the berries at least.” Once they had a small pile of plump berries, Wildstorm chuckled and sighed, squishing a few of them with his paw before he rubbed the berries on his chest fur, staining them blue almost instantly. “Your kits are going to get a kick of this. And you know what? For payback, I’m going to play fight with them, get their pets dirty and blue, and make you have to clean all of them.” He chuckled and gave her a playful smirk before he finished rubbing the berries on himself and he stood up. “Alright, tell me how bad it is. Will I be humiliated?” He grinned and puffed out his chest that was now dyed blue, the color prominent on his black coat and by his one striking blue eye and one milky blue eye.
Heatherpetal
Windclan Queen
Narrowing her eyes playfully, she poked her brother in the chest playfully “You’re on, Blueberrypatch.” The rose gold molly teased before taking off in the opposite direction of him. It wasn’t until the smaller molly slowly creeped into the tall grass of the moors. Her nose twitched slightly at the smell of a rabbit entering her nose, her gaze was searching until spotting a white rabbit. Heatherpetal grinned slightly before her hunches lifted a bit and wiggled, observing the rabbit. Making her way slowly towards the big creature, it was almost as big as her! Biting the inside of her cheek, the young queen was looking around the escape routes that the rabbit would use.. While thinking about the ways to prevent the rabbit from escaping. Heatherpetal had to win this bet! Her pride in the nursery depended on it! Heather’s older and younger gremlins wouldn’t ever let her forget it if she approaches the nursery in blue!
“Come on.” Heatherpetal muttered, waiting for the rabbit to move closer towards the tall grass. It wasn’t until she leaped out of the grass and landed gracefully on the ground while her left paw smacked into the rabbit’s side. The creature had let out a loud squeal before her dark claws dug into it’s side and dragged it towards her. Heatherpetal grabbed into the neck and sunk her fangs into the creature, putting her weight on the rabbit. It was definitely close to size with her, and Heatherpetal knew that her size was sometimes at a disadvantage but learned to use her size to the advantage of hunting and fighting. Feeling her teeth connecting directly into the muscles, she tilted her head and suddenly heard a loud snap before feeling the white rabbit growing limp.
A successful catch!
Heatherpetal released a soft hum before leaning down to lay the creature on the ground, she licked her white paw before drawing it over her face and muzzle. The rose-gold molly had to look clean for when she won her bet! Or was preparing herself to become blue. Licking the juices and blood away from her muzzle, she picked up the rabbit and began dragging it towards the direction of Wildstorm. It was almost adorable as the small molly was waddling as the creature was underneath her. Letting out a huff of annoyance, her eyes narrowed. Good Starclan, she hoped that she won the bet. A bright smile appeared on her face when spotting her brother, before rushing towards him. “Drop it!” Heatherpetal said through the fur of the rabbit before bringing her rabbit and dropping it next to Wild’s catch.
The two siblings were observing the rabbits for a moment, Heatherpetal was squinting her eyes. It wasn’t until she noticed, her rabbit was one inch bigger than Wild’s. A loud squeal of excitement before she began jumping for joy “I don’t get to become blue!” Heatherpetal cheered, noticing the shocked look on her brother’s face. It wasn’t until she nudged her brother’s shoulder and a cheeky grin appeared on her face “Don’t worry, the paint will wash off after a day.” Heatherpetal said, knowing that Wildstorm wasn’t ready for this. Letting out a small giggle, she picked up her rabbit “Get that patch neatly groomed and let’s head to the bush!” Heatherpetal said through her prey and was rushing towards the bush. Their father loved taking them there for sweet snacks when their family used to go on strolls when they were kits. Turning back to seeing Wild joining, Heather grinned “Let’s do this!” Heatherpetal said with her tone full of excitement.
Wildstorm
WindClan Warrior
The presence of his sister was relaxing and fun, as it always was. They had been through a lot together in their few years of life and he appreciated the happy energy she constantly emanated. No wonder she and Startledcrow fell in love, she was the perfect balance to that tom’s grumpy attitude. It was sweet, but sickening. Finding someone to balance himself out had never really been on his mind before. That was, until recently. Nightfire’s interest had been on another lately and it was getting underneath Wildstorm’s skin, making him antsy and a little moody as of late. He knew he had to figure those feelings out, but it was hard for him. Proving himself to be the best warrior, better than his insane father, had been high on his list of goals for his life, but with his best friend’s sights on another… he wondered if it was time he changed his goals. Heatherpetal’s stab at his standard warrior life made him smirk. “I guess I wouldn’t know. At least not for now,” he hummed, his tail flicking behind him just a little anxiously.
Bolting forward, Wildstorm laughed as he felt the wind in his fur while they jogged forward into the rolling moors, their paws light on the brown grasses. The ground was still a little crisp with the morning frost, but it was quickly melting and replenishing the dry land, showing small signs that leafbare would soon be coming to a close. As Heatherpetal turned to him, he looked down at his sister and his blue eyes immediately brightened at the prospect of a bet. This was his kind of outing. “A bet, you say? Why, Heatherpetal, I thought you had become boring but I stand corrected,” he teased, flicking his tail over her ears. “What kind of bet are you thinking?” He slowed down so they could speak a little easier, his eyes widening just a little with her answer. “Are you serious? If I lose, my name would be changed to Blueberrypatch for the rest of my life.” He laughed and gave his sister a playful wink. “You’re on. But I hope you’ve remembered just how competitive your brother is, Heatherpetal. I can’t stand losing.”
Without saying anything else, Wildstorm sprinted off in a different direction with a soft laugh. “My rabbit will be twice the size of yours, little petal!” He ran down one of the hills before he slowed, his ears perked and alert, his eyes scanning the area like an eagle above. Tuning out the noises that didn’t matter, he focused on the sounds of teeth munching on plants or the thumping of rabbit paws, his heart slowing along with his breathing.
Thump, thump, thump.
There! Wildstorm became alert and his head snapped in the direction it came from, lowering himself down and swerving around heather bushes and tall grass patches to keep himself from being seen. It better be a big one. His nose twitched as he scented a few of them around, realizing he must be by a rabbit burrow, which was a little unfortunate for him. It meant a quick and easy escape for the rabbit. Narrowing his blue eyes, he stalked forward, making sure he was against the wind so his scent would not be detected. Trying to scratch its ear, the rabbit he had heard was thumping its hind paw up by its head, smacking the ground in the process before it straightened up, its nose twitching as it scented around, but Wildstorm’s scent was drifting the other direction. He smirked slightly and wiggled his haunches, waiting for the right moment before he bolted out of the bushes and sprinted forward. The rabbit squealed and turned to flee, giving Wildstorm a small chase before the large black tom proved to be faster, barreling into it and sinking his teeth in its neck. With one last attempt of a squeal for help, the rabbit’s neck snapped beneath his stronger jaws, the warm blood dripping and pooling on his tongue. It tasted wonderful. The other rabbits had fled into their burrows after the loss of their friend, and he dropped his rabbit to gaze at it. Well, it certainly wasn’t huge. But maybe it would be bigger than Heatherpetal’s.
Heatherpetal Windclan Queen Looking back at the nursery, her periwinkle eyes were full of concern, looking at Startledcrow and the kits were curled up together. The young rose-gold queen was tempted to sneak back into the warm den to curl against her mate and kits, enjoying their moments as a family. However, she promised Wildstorm that they would spend some sibling time together. Ever since having a family with her beloved Startledcrow, she has been mainly focused on ensuring their kits grow up happily and healthy. Although, there were a couple of times that a parent needed to get out once in a while to enjoy some time to themselves. Startledcrow would get his night out with Hailgaze and Eveningstorm later on, when she would return from this hunt. Heatherpetal was curious to see what her older brother had planned for them.
A bright grin appeared on her lips, before bumping into him playfully at his words. Heatherpetal was much shorter than a good amount of her family, but it didn’t stop her from being sassy! “I had to make sure the kits and Crow were taken care of! Family life is very different compared to a standard warrior’s” Heatherpetal teased her brother, arching an eyebrow playfully. The rose-gold Queen had been expecting the news of Nightfire and Wildstorm becoming mates for a while, but it seemed like her brother was taking his sweet time with starting a family of his own. Although, she was glad that Wildstorm wasn’t pressured on settling down and was working on himself.
“Come on! While the sun is still out!” Heatherpetal said, quickly following after him. Her periwinkle eyes were shining in excitement. It wasn’t until she turned around, her eyes glowing in mischief “I think we should have a bet like we used to.” Heatherpetal said, remembering the troublesome adventures that her litter would get into. Wolfstar and Goldenrose were certainly kept on their toes with them. Catching up with the much larger tom, the both of them were approaching the moors. Stopping for a moment before smirking “The one who catches the smallest rabbit has to get their fur dyed in blueberry juice.. If you lose, it’s only the white patch.”She said, knowing he would point that out. Now, would her older brother accept the bet?