ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[MEAT ANGELS]

@NIGHTOWL

Frostpaw looked up from her slight trance.
“Isn’t she always that way, though?”
She didn’t mean to speak illy of her mentor, she Just thought of the molly as somewhat grumpy. Just as they probably thought she was annoying. Giving a sigh, Frostpaw scuffed her paw at the dust. She wanted to outpour her emotions to the medicine cat, but...
He probably wouldn’t want to talk with her.
Or understand.
”it must be nice.”
“Feeling helpful.”

[Quasar]

Mumblefoot, Birchpaw, and Pebblesong all chanted Condorpaws name.

[Dust]

His ears perked up at the other's congratulations, though he kept his head ducked, staying close beside Lionwhisker,

"Thank you," He would mumble under his breath, still a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation. To be honest, he just wasn't sure what to do.. and he definitely did not want a bunch of weirdo cats coming up to him!! Where was Sweetpaw though? Was she here?

@~Splash~

[Sorrow]

[ @Dust ]
Mistyfoot let out another yawn, stretching her legs. I'll be joining the elders soon, she muttered. Well, I better go and see my kits. With that, the warrior padded off in the direction of the nursery.

[chaton]

Buzztuft had been trotting around the clearing, mostly idling about with no clear goal for the day in mind. She had gone out for a bit earlier that day, but otherwise remained within camp for most of the day. Clearly though, what little work she had done for her clan had caused the calico to grow quite an appetite. As such, it seemed about time to grab something to eat. Making her way up to the foodpile, Buzztuft paused for a moment at the vast array of prey to choose from. Normally the pile seemed pretty empty... maybe being lazy and coming back to camp earlier was something the calico would have to do more often.
After much intensive thinking, Buzztuft decided on a plump thrush as her meal of choice. As she went to pick her prized food item, she suddenly felt the contact of another cat. It appears in all her indecisiveness, some other cat had come up and had the same idea as her. I was here first! I'll show- The calico's words were cut off as soon as she took a gaze up at the other cat. Oh no, they're cute! Taking a step back to assess the situation, she gandered this cat was... Foxbound. A name she had certainly heard, but not one that she knew much about. It wasn't everyday Buzztuft had the chance to talk to someone that looked nice, so she'd surely have to wow this cat with her opening line!
"Hey there. I hadn't expected Starclan to bless me with the site of such a pretty pelt today!" Buzztuft's meow was confident in an attempt to hide the slight blush she'd gotten. The calico's tail flicked eagerly. That line would surely strike up a great conversation, she just hoped the other she-cat wouldn't notice that her tone was all a ruse. "The name's Buzztuft by the way. You won't want to forget it, trust me."

@RedHead

[MEAT ANGELS]

Frostpaw hung around the back of the crowd, biting her lip. A small gush of blood tinted her tongue, and the molly winced. Good. Something to keep her distracted.
She truly wanted to congratulate Condorpaw, but Duskpaw and Lionwhisker were their, and it was quite obvious that they both thought her to be annoying. At least, to her.
She didn’t want Condorpaw to feel the same way, or assume she was jealous. Frostpaw was just glad Lionwhisker had a found someone to help. Still, a future tainted with battle awaited her. She hoped that exile wasn’t there as well. It was obvious that she wouldn’t be accepted, not until she learned to fight. And that was something Frostpaw wasn’t willing to do.

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

( Open )

Leopardpaw sat in his nest, bored out of his mind. He looked around for an apprentice to talk to.

[Shade.]

Pinepaw dragged herself into the clearing. She sat down and blankly stared at her leader, distaste forming in her mind.

[Wings]

[ @Dust @NIGHTOWL ]
--Duskpaw--

Sneaking into the den behind Lionwhisker and Condorpaw behind herself, she spread out away from the two toms. Putting some of her ants in different beds, letting them spread out before she was all out of ants. Turning to her two friends, she muttered in a low whisper, "Alright, I'm finished."

[Star child]

Springpaw padded into the clearing. He had been late arriving to the meeting. Had it ended?