ThunderClan Elders' Den

[Sleek]

SPARKKIT

Sparkkit huffed. He hated the winter. It was cold, it was dry, and it was...well, cold. But that was enough to ruin his day. However, Shockkit had thought it would be a fun idea to stay up all night and now, in the middle of the day, she was out cold. On HIS nest. He had gone out in the morning for a walk, and he had come back to see her slobbering all over his sticks. HIS sticks! They weren't hers! They were his! But, he had grown too lazy to kick her out, so he just sat in her nest. But, it stank because she CLEARLY hadn't switched the moss in the while, so he left.

Nothing to do, he let his paws carry him until he realized they had brought him to the elder's den. It didn't take long for him to realize why. About a moon ago, he had promised Goatscrunch to clean his nest, and hadn't to this day. Because...because he forgot it, yeah, of course! That was the excus-reason. Anyways, he poked his head through the opening, ice-blue eyes peering in, till they spotted the mess that was Goatscrunch's nest. As he approached it, wondering if he would spot Tansyjaw, until he stopped, wrinkling his nose in disgust. UGH, it STINKED. He reeled back, coughing and gasping for fresh air. Seriously, how did Goatscrunch manage to fall asleep? He almost felt bad for the flea-ridden bag of wrinkles-almost.

@gs29513

[Katiethewolfchild]

Mantiskit headed into the den, intent on clearing out the den if there was snow it in, as she had done with the nursery. Sure enough, there was snow in the elders den, as there had been in the nursery. As she had in the nursery, the 4 moon old began pushing the snow out of the den, slowly so she didn't accidentally get snow on any of the elders. Once she was done pushing the snow out of the den her paw pads were so cold from pushing snow out of both the nursery and elders den that they were numb so she decided to head back to the nursery and warm her paw pads up. And so Mantiskit did just that. (Bodily numbness, open)

[taillow]

Redhawk
She/they | 29 moons | Ultimate Predator • The Collector

Having made it back to camp looking like a snowcat more so than a warrior of ThunderClan, Redhawk shook all of the excess flakes off of her fur before trotting over to the elder's den. She ducked inside and dropped the large crow she had caught as well as a mouse she had grabbed from the prey pile on her way over, at her paws. "A-Anyone here h-hungry?" she questioned, offering a smile to any of the elder's who might be around.

[ open for any elders who might be around! @BEAR. @gs29513 @leader since there's currently three elders in the Clan no need to respond if you don't want to! ]

[leader]

no thanks Fishsting replied and laid back down and went to sleep

[BEAR.]

Goatscrunch scoffed unpleasantly at the new company. Ge were tryna sleep, dangit! "What you want, Redbird!" Cats ain't just come in here fer no reason, they hadda be a bother.

[ @tallulah ]

[ellie]

Robinpaw brings a large squirrel she caught during training to the elders.

[Tecumori]

Plumpaw - He/She/They (10/100)
Agatha Kitty || Silver Tongue || Mind Reader

The snow was still falling as they exited the den, layering the clearing in a fresh, sparkling white.

Plumpaw didn’t so much as glance at it and headed straight for the prey pile. Maybe if they finished tending to the elders fast enough Sharpclaw would see just how serious they were about training. And maybe then he’d give them something fun to do!

Approaching the pile, a foul stench had them holding their breath. A mouse was frozen over near the base of it, rigid to the touch and emitting the worst smell Plumpaw has ever experienced. Gagging, they poke at the mouse with a single white paw before kicking it far from the prey pile. They were doing the clan a favor, as not even a crow would eat a thing like that!

With that all done, they grabbed a juicy mole and ran over to the elders’ den and looked inside. The clan only had three elders and one of them was bound to be hungry. “Hey, any of you elders hungry? I got a nice big mole for ya!”

(-1 mole from prey pile)
@BEAR. (Goatscrunch) | @gs29513 (Tansyjaw) | @leader (Fishsting) (you're all free to ignore this post!)

--- Image credits go to SableSteel; Author of Clangen ---

[Maro]

✰owlheart✰
she/her - thunderclan warrior - 20 moons - brown tabby
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I sighed, and entered the elders' den. You never know what their mood is like. Sometimes too friendly or too aggressive. I tried to appear as friendly as possible.
-´´Hello, how are things? Hunger? Ticks? I can send an apprentice to change the moss.´´ I offered, with a strange smile. I flicked my tail as I spoke, impatiently. I wanted to get out as quickly as possible, to get something to eat. I have to confess, I only do it because it's one of my tasks. Not that I love or don't respect elders, but they are really annoying sometimes. More than kits. And some have no respect for us.

[taillow]

Redhawk
She/they | 29 moons | Ultimate Predator • The Collector • Kitty Softpaws [inactive] • [Open]

Fishfang didn't seem to want any prey, so Redhawk dipped her head to him - but Goatscrunch answered and she gave the elder a grin. "I brought some prey!" With a little chirp the reddish-brown warrior picked up the crow and set it closer to the old elder so that he wouldn't have to leave his nest to eat if he didn't want to. After she tossed him another grin, she glanced around thoughtfully at the den. It was awfully plain, and she felt bad that the den that housed those who had given their lives in service to their Clan was so... empty. "I have an idea!"

Turning tail Redhawk bounded out of the den and quickly searched around outside. She found two branches near the entrance of camp and collected them both in her jaws, satisfied with her two and trotting back into the elder's den. She set one of the branches down, taking the other and turning her head sideways so that she could plant one of them just behind one side of the entrance. She repeated this with the other until there were two small branches sticking up (and far enough out of the way where they couldn't be tripped on. "T-There!" she told Goatscrunch as she glanced at the elder with a satisfied purr, "now you have got some g-guard sticks!" Her little joke made her laugh, glancing between the sticks and the Goat.

[ @BEAR. i needed den decor for bingo so decided to continue this you're welcome skjdfhs ]

[BEAR.]

Something dark landed near him. Goatscrunch recoiled sharply, the rough movement sending a spark of pain through his body. "Git away!" he spat to the bird, which writhed and morphed on the den floor. He raised his paw to bat it away, only to have it be caught in the newly formed creature's jaws.

The black dog of death had clapsed a hold of him, and Goatscrunch froze. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe?

It was confusion mixed with fear, as he fell back abruptly with a strangled gasp. By the time Redhawk was done with her stickening, it were too late - Goatscrunch's heart had given out.

The crow remained where Redhawk put it, untouched and unsuspecting.

[ @tallulah ]