never ever told me [INTRO]

[batwing]

THE WINDSTORM. it was something that had driven batwing from the outskirts of the territory, stalking back towards the camp. he didn't want to kill other warrior's chances of rushing off any prey- not that he was sure any was out during this mess now. his ears were flattened as he trudged back into a camp, a satisfied huff leaving him as he could straighten up. a stretch of his body, and a yawn leaving his jowls. "hooooh. it's a mess out there alright." he padded towards an empty spot in camp, lowering himself down before stretching his paws in front of him. batwing's vision tipped upwards.

thoughts circled his brain for a moment, a soft huff left the warrior. he close his scarred eyelids, laying his head down on his paws, wind buffering and flowing over his shorter coat. oh, how he was jealous of those with longer coats. perhaps they didn't get as cold as he- or maybe it was just an annoyance with how their fur tangled with this wind. a twitch of his ear, and green optics slid back open, his head picking up to glance about camp. he was definitely looking for someone with long fur, just to see if it was true. ​

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[Moonwhisper]

Moonpaw was in dismay as she stumbled back into the camp, teeth clamper desperately around her sparrow she'd caught that had already been stripped of a few feathers in her battle to return back with it in tow. At one point a stray branch had landed in front of her, starling her enough to open her mouth but instincts allowed her to snatch the prey back up before it could be tossed about by the wayward winds. The apprentice stalked forward stiffly, her long ragdoll coat whipped about in a frenzy of pale moon-colored fur and tortie spotting, billowing out and fluffing like a cloud within the folds of the wind's merciless assault. She wasted no time throwing her bird on the pile, pausing to adjust the flat stones she and a few other apprentices had collected to settle atop it less their entire supply of food get snatched away by a particularly harsh gust. Moonpaw stepped lively along, rushing to the mouth of the apprentice den near where she spotted Batwing settled and with a huff of indignation and a muttered remark of 'short-hairs' she set about the grueling task of trying to groom her pelt back into some kind of order. It frizzed around her neck, flaring up and tussled atop her head; her tail was a mass of spotted chocolate and dark earth brown tangles and she did not want to even begin sorting out the mess that was the cream pelt of her body. It had been an agonizing day for the longhaired cats of ThunderClan, of that she was sure.
Biting into a stray twig she yanked it from her tail and spit it to the side with a grunt of annoyance, "...bet you're happy you don't have to deal with this." She comments to the warrior, not entirely unkindly but her unhappiness evident; she wouldn't be disrespectful, of course. She was always polite. But it wasn't fair all the same.
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[batwing]

As if the Stars had heard his thoughts themselves, there came Moonpaw. He fought to keep the grin off of his face- after all, she did NOT look happy. That was one messed up and matted longhair, he confirmed. A tilt of his head. Perhaps the warrior should have watched his staring habit. After all, it followed Moonpaw as she swept in, spat out her bird, and moved towards the apprentice's den. A brow lofted, ears perking, straining over the calling noise of the wind to attempt what she heard. The first bit was lost on him.

Green eyes finally broke from her to watch the twig clatter to the ground, and when she spoke, he looked back up. A snort left him, picking himself up. It was mostly true, after all. His short coat allowed him to bypass these kinds of hardships. Like twigs in tails. "I am. Doesn't mean I won't help somecat out if they need help with their fur." He spoke, padding over towards the apprentice. After all, it wasn't like he could simply control whether or not he had long or short fur. What was funny here was Moonpaw being upset over something she couldn't control. However, what wasn't funny was the reality that the windstorm was circling overhead and seemed like it wasn't budging. Stray branches and trees falling was horrible enough. What happened when it landed on some-

He shook his head out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat, continuing with his point. "Do you want help, or are you content staying upset over it?" No, he wasn't upset. Batwing's voice was instead teasing- lightly amused with the apprentice. ​

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[WOLFWIND]

Wolfwind has never spent much time on upkeep. She wasn't mangy, by any means. Lily Pad had taught her about being presentable, at least, but she didn't stoop to the level of near - impossible perfection that Moonpaw did. Perhaps in this storm, Wolfwind did look a bit ratty, more or less having giving up on making sure everything was in order. She'd get out any debris at the end of the day, and that was about it. She sported a longer coat than Batwing, though how quite as thick as Moonpaw's. Kittypet King's blood, or whatever.

She watches as her cousin comes to the mouth of the apprentices den, and can practically hear her bad mood from here as she begins tending to her fur. An aggravated remark has Wolfwind smiling, though she quirks a brow at Batwing's reply.

Wolfwind loudly clears her throat. " Moonpaw's already neater than most of us already, she's fine, " she tells him, gesturing with a paw (and kind of hoping he'd follow the motions to get a little further from the apprentice's den). Nothing wrong with sharing tongues, but this was sorta weird. " Moon would ask if she wanted it. Needs things done her way I bet, huh huh. " And it'd probably be someone she actually knows, no offense. " Let's talk about you instead. What's it like lookin' so smooth, guy? "​