ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Helpingpotato

He purred and brushed against her before saying, "I want to be mates with you"

Ravenstorm was obviously flustered, and blood pulsed vigorously through her cheeks, blush. She cracked a wide grin, all thought if why he looked beaten up, gone. She was speechless for a moment as she groped hpfor words. She hadn't been expecting this. "Y-yes!" She finally managed. She leapt forwards and laid her chin around her neck, resting it in his back. She purred quietly. "I wouldn't want anyone beside you."

[Fallpotato]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Ravenstorm was obviously flustered, and blood pulsed vigorously through her cheeks, blush. She cracked a wide grin, all thought if why he looked beaten up, gone. She was speechless for a moment as she groped hpfor words. She hadn't been expecting this. "Y-yes!" She finally managed. She leapt forwards and laid her chin around her neck, resting it in his back. She purred quietly. "I wouldn't want anyone beside you."

He purred, "me either." He licked her forehead and blinked. "well... since we've been friends for awhile... what do you say about becoming a queen." He winked

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

Darkkit shifted uncomfortably where he was sat then decided to say something to change the subject, to stop any nasty thoughts about him "so do you think it's anything serious, Wheatfur? Will I get any long-term injuries?"

"Wait, what? 'I guess you'll need some moss too'?! Do you know who your talkihg to?" hissed the grey cat, ears flicking aggressively back. "Stop acting like your some sort of medicine cat, shut your mouth and let the older cats do the work, okay?" They glared furiously at the kit, using a large amount of restraint not to leap at the cat and tear his throat out. Hey, less marigold on his wounds, more dirt to cover his grave, a good enough trade off.. No, Remora, cool it.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

"Wait, what? 'I guess you'll need some moss too'?! Do you know who your talkihg to?" hissed the grey cat, ears flicking aggressively back. "Stop acting like your some sort of medicine cat, shut your mouth and let the older cats do the work, okay?" They glared furiously at the kit, using a large amount of restraint not to leap at the cat and tear his throat out. Hey, less marigold on his wounds, more dirt to cover his grave, a good enough trade off.. No, Remora, cool it.

Darkkit said nothing and just raised an eyebrow, backing away a little further into the confines of Wheatfur's shadowed den.
Night was drawing nearer as the light outside faded to reveal the starry ancestors of the clans. "Yes. Mother." The golden Tom kit mocked through gritted teeth.

Later on that evening, another kit came into the nursery, her eyes wet and bloodshot. This kit was familiar. Her neat white fur and creamy patches once complimented her green eyes but now it was matted and sticky. As the kit approached them further into the den, blood red with the sunset, Darkkit recognised his sister, Lemonkit. "Lemonkit?"
"Hello?"
"Lemonkit! It's me! Darkkit, your brother!"
"Oh..."
"Remember? We haven't been together in ages!"
"Hi!" But the spotted Tom kit wasn't convinced she even cared.

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Helpingpotato

He purred, "me either." He licked her forehead and blinked. "well... since we've been friends for awhile... what do you say about becoming a queen." He winked

Ravenstorms Joy faltered a little at this. She wasn't too sure of this, not again. She wasn't sure he was ready for that. She put on a joking face though and smiled. "Whoa there, slow your role. Let's not go quite that fast just yet." She chucked a bit nervously.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

Darkkit said nothing and just raised an eyebrow, backing away a little further into the confines of Wheatfur's shadowed den.
Night was drawing nearer as the light outside faded to reveal the starry ancestors of the clans. "Yes. Mother." The golden Tom kit mocked through gritted teeth.

Later on that evening, another kit came into the nursery, her eyes wet and bloodshot. This kit was familiar. Her neat white fur and creamy patches once complimented her green eyes but now it was matted and sticky. As the kit approached them further into the den, blood red with the sunset, Darkkit recognised his sister, Lemonkit. "Lemonkit?"
"Hello?"
"Lemonkit! It's me! Darkkit, your brother!"
"Oh..."
"Remember? We haven't been together in ages!"
"Hi!" But the spotted Tom kit wasn't convinced she even cared.

"Fix your attitude problem, kit," Remora snarled. (Ughhh mobileee)

[Fallpotato]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Ravenstorms Joy faltered a little at this. She wasn't too sure of this, not again. She wasn't sure he was ready for that. She put on a joking face though and smiled. "Whoa there, slow your role. Let's not go quite that fast just yet." She chucked a bit nervously.

He laughed and mewed, "OK, if you say so." He purred and nuzzled her forehead "well what do you wanna do?"

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by Dark Melody

( @Duskflight )
Quailleaf slid from the warriors den, her gray and white splotched pelt ruffled up slightly. The she-cat sighed quietly and shook out her fur, causing bit and pieces of moss to fall to the ground near her. Rolling her ice blue eyes, she quickly turned her head and gave the fur along her back a few quick licks, trying to groom it down. Her fur all messy like this couldnt do.

When she'd gotten her fur to look decent enough, she shook out out again and turned her gaze to the clearing, gazing around at the cats in silence. Last time I sleep in. She sighed to herself before padding forward, heading for the fresh-kill pile. I'll eat, then go out. We need the food, but I cant hunt on an empty stomach, can I?
(Sorry short XDD I suffer from writers block)

{It's fine!}

Cormorantstone was already up and had been up since perhaps an hour past dawn, her burly figure pacing the clearing, doing anything to keep her body moving, enjoying the feeling of her muscles rippling beneath that short, grey tabby coat of hers, bringing a toothy grin to her maws. She had worked hard to grow these muscles, had worked hard to be one of the strongest cats in Thunderclan (though it was a self-proclaimed title), and she was enjoying every minute of it. But never did this she-cat take a day away from training as harshly as ever, spending hours of a time out in the territory, striking trees with her bare paws, building up callouses, building her muscles, as if training for an upcoming battle, readying herself. She was always waiting for a battle, always waiting for something that would set her off so that she could truly put her skills to the test. But for now.. She could settle with just sparing, or with the occasional fox or badger in the territory. Btu she was patiently waiting the day when Thunderclan fell into battle again.. Oh yes.

Hours had passed and she continued to pace the clearing, but now she was growing tired of that. The last warriors were padding out of the warriors den and heading to get their breakfast and Cormorantstone finally stopped. Heaving out a breath, the bulky warrior shouldered her way to the pile as well, accidentally hitting some other cat, Quailleaf to be exact, with her shoulder as she made her way to the pile, taking no notice of the physical interaction and almost seeming to not even realize that she had even been near another cat.

[Tundra]

@Helpingpotato

Flamepaw sat in the clearing, grooming herself. She paused for a moment to look at the sky. The sky was covered with gray clouds. Maybe its going to rain, or wemare going to have a storm... She thought. Flamepaw shrugged and continued grooming herself.

[Fallpotato]

Originally Posted by Flameleaf

@Helpingpotato

Flamepaw sat in the clearing, grooming herself. She paused for a moment to look at the sky. The sky was covered with gray clouds. Maybe its going to rain, or wemare going to have a storm... She thought. Flamepaw shrugged and continued grooming herself.

Snowpaw was walking out of the apprentices den. He went to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a mouse. He started to eat it