ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Panic! (at the Disco)

Lynxpaw grinned as he answered. "That's..good," she replied, and noticing he seemed to want silence, she sat and curled her tail around her paws, trying to think of something to make the conversation less..awkward. Maybe they could just be quiet for a bit before she could say her mentor was calling her, or something. She knew she was a bit of a loudmouth, so she didn't trust herself not to ramble on and on, so she bit her lip and sat quietly, gazing around the clearing.

Although the Siamese tom had wanted silence now that he had it it it seemed unnatural. He lay down and laid his head down on his paws and sighed. After a few seconds he looked up at her. "Why aren't you talking? You always seem to have something to say." He said, wondering if his friend was feeling bad or something. She always seemed to ramble on and on and on about random things and he had to admit that he rather liked it no matter how annoying it could become. She was just that type of molly and seeing her not babbling on and on made him a little concerned. Maybe she was just maturing, but somehow he knew that wasn't the case.

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@Lonestar23

Quietpaw sat in a shady spot, rasping his tongue over his long brown fur. He was quiet, as always. That was how he got his name. His quiet nature. Every single day he lived up to that title. Being quiet and having a very, very bad social life. The word quiet wasn't associated with having a bad social life, but he definitely had a bad social life. His whole life he had been afraid of cats judging him for his family and what clan his father was from. So he had never been the cat who went up to other cats and said "Hi my names Quietpaw what's yours?", that just wasn't his thing. His sister did it, but he didn't. He was not a social butterfly. He had very few friends and the friends he did have had other friends they hung out with more. Those other friends were social, fun and were bound to be good warriors one day. Quietpaw? Not so much. His mentor didn't like him, his mother neglected him, his siblings had friends and he was quiet Quietpaw. The misfit. The outcast. He had to admit that he liked quiet. He liked not being disturbed, but if being quiet meant that he had no friends that what good was it?

As his tongue rasped gently over his fur he felt a calming sensation, soothing him, and making his negative thoughts flee. Feeling the chilly leaf-fall air on his back, he stood up and padded over to a sunnier spot near the apprentices den and laid down contently. It was one of his favorite spots to hang out, other than the shady spots. But as the weather grew colder the shady spots got unbearable and so he moved to warmer spots to nap.

[|+sari+|]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Ever since Jagged became an apprentice, Saplingpetal has to contribute to the clan by being a dutiful warrior. By all means, she didn’t know much about fighting. She didn’t like to be a confrontational cat, nor a violent one. She preferred the life of a queen where she was around the small ones most of her time. She would sing her son lullabies and her lyrics would seep into the ears of the nearby commoner. Occasionally, Saplingpetal would sing unconsciously. Usually when she was bored or relaxed.

The former queen had been laying under a tree, crouched low, paws crossed in a delicate manner. Her eyes didn’t find any of her clan mates interesting. Instead they laid on the blades of grass as they tickled her nose. Soft giggles emitted from her, inhaling deeply to admire the smell of nature. It was as pleasant as any other day. Especially with new leaf, and the flowers were blooming... Saplingpetal loved flowers. The petals of the flowers brought her into a state of delight of how soft they could be. She imagined sleeping on a nest entirely made of petals. Now that she moved out the nursery and back into the warriors’ den, she kept note to herself that possibly she could use that idea. If so, she’d never leave her nest. After all, who would leave an intricately woven soft nest dazzled by flower petals?

When her stomach rumbled, Saplingpetal let out a huff of annoyance. She was pretty relaxed and the food pile...was so far away. The Molly had a gluttonous Nature. She loved eating - absolutely loved it. If it was an activity, it would be her most favorite. The thought of food made her lick her jaws and think about a mouthwatering squirrel. Delicately, as elegant as she allowed herself to be, Saplingpetal stood up. Her sleek pelt pristine, and her crystal blue eyes excitedly staring at the food pile ahead. She trotted towards it with her head held high, her eyes closed (confident in her steps) and her mouth humming, as it was a habit hard to break. When she approached the pile, she used her muzzle to nose through the food. Any prey she didn’t want, she nosed it aside until she found the squirrel she was craving for. Her blue eyes shot open, and she was met by the eyes of one of her clan mates. Being a natural ebullient and friendly she cat, Saplingpetal offered the tom a brightened smile, and she ceased her humming out of embarrassment if he had heard it. The she cat didn’t know his name, as she was still primarily new to Thunderclan. She only known a couple of the queens, and the apprentices who helped out in the nursery. “Hello there.” Her voice was soft. Faint. She never had strong vocal cords so whenever she talked, others had to strain their ears in order to hear her. Saplingpetal was satisfied with the squirrel she placed in her jaws. The tom across from her had chosen a rabbit. But, he hadn’t uttered a word to her. Saplingpetal would had found this rude, but she gave him the benefit of doubt; maybe he just didn’t hear her. He had turned to limp away causing Saplingpetal to watch his movements. It was...rude to stare. She used to scold Jaggedpaw about pointing out the disabilities in other cats. Now, she was the one staring and it made her pelt heat up in embarrassment.

Saplingpetal tugged in the squirrel hanging from her jaws and after a moment of long thinking and mustering up her confidence, she turned to pad after the tom who longed sat down in his spot to began eating. Saplingpetal dropped the squirrel in front of him, hopefully to alert him of her presence. “I don’t want to bother you or anything but you look like you could use some company.” The small feline offered a softened smile. “Do you mind?” She asked, throwing her head to a spot next to him. “Maybe we could share tongues - is that what you clan cats do? Share tongues, right?” Formally a loner while pregnant until she knew best to live in the clans to raise her kits. The best clan she knew and remembersd was Thunderclan because Jaggedpaw’s father was a Thunderclan cat who always spoke exquisitely of this place. Saplingpetal decided to join, change her name, and looked for a new start. Now that Jaggedpaw was an apprentice and making friends of his own, Saplingpetal knew she should be doing the same thing. She just hoped it wouldn’t be so hard.

Darkfur perked his ears slightly as the breeze swirled through the camp, feeling pleasant on his fur. He closed his eyes and purred in content, enjoying the wind and the warmth that it brought. He opened his eyes to take another bite of his meal, purring as the meat melted exquisitely on his tongue. He listened to the noise around him, cats talking and birds chirping, kits mewling and elders snoring as they slept. It was all pleasant to him; he enjoyed spending his time listening to the going ons around him and just watching what was happening. He felt a smile pull at his maw. It was a beautiful day, honestly, and perfect for taking a walk later, once his bad leg felt better. He sighed and took another mouthful of rabbit into his jaws, tail tip flicking contentedly, his paws kneading into the ground. He was particularly hungry today, to be honest; he considered getting another piece of prey, after all, the kits and elders have already eaten, so he could do it, but he didn't want to eat what the other warriors could have, not when prey was still a bit scarce. He shrugged and decided to just finish up the prey he already took. Taking more mouthfuls, he sighed. He wished he had someone to talk to, a friend. But his shy demeanor made it hard for him to talk to others. He never mustered up the courage to speak to someone, because he was afraid they would scorn or insult him. It's happened plenty of times before, sadly. So he stayed by himself most if not all the time.

The black tom suddenly glanced up in surprise as a squirrel was dropped in front of him, his hackles raising slightly in instinctive defense before relaxing when he saw that it was just Saplingpetal, the she-cat from earlier. He slowly blinked up at her, wondering why she was speaking to him, of all cats. He wasn't interesting or capable of doing much, so why a feline as pretty as her would want to speak to him, he would for the life of him never figure out. Maybe because she was kind...? Either way, he was glad for the company. He knew a little bit about her. He knew she had been a kittypet before she and her unborn son had joined ThunderClan.
Her son was Jaggedpaw, a fine, capable apprentice. Darkfur wanted to raise an apprentice, but he could never be a mentor with his disability. He certainly couldn't be a leader, or a deputy, not that that was what he wanted. He chuckled to himself. He shouldn't dream about things that would never come true. He sighed and then realized that the she-cat was still standing before him. He smiled up at her and shook his head.
"Uh, no... I wouldn't mind some company...." He scooted a bit to the side so she could sit by him before taking the last couple of bites of his meal. He swiveled his ears in her direction as she spoke again, and felt his pelt heat up in embarrassment. He gazed down at his paws. "Um... I have never shared tongues, especially with a she-cat...," he mumbled. "I groom myself... Uh.... unless you really want to..." He glanced at her and sighed. The only way to be friends with this kind she-cat was to do something together with her, and sharing tongues was a way to start.
He smiled a little. "It's just... I don't have friends, but yeah, uh... Clan cats share tongues .. it's a way of bonding..." He cleared his throat. "Um... don't you want to eat first?," he meowed, nodding at the squirrel in front of him. "Unless, you wish to share...?" He tilted his head to the side, gazing at her. This would be the perfect chance for more food, as his belly was still a bit hungry.

[Fuzzy]

Flamingrose was sitting in the crowd not really expecting anything unusual. But at the end of the apprentice ceremonies she heard hername, she would be a mentor! Heart beating fast, so fast it was pounding on her chest. I'm a mentor. A mentor! The young warrior thought excitement welding inside. Eyes shining the ginger molly slipped though the crowd till we was in front of Ashkit. Claiming herself she padded up to touch noses with Ashpaw. Bending her head she tried to touch her nose her her new apprentice.

@Liekki

Honeyflower had been in the crowed of ThunderClan cats, like normal. She knew one ceremony she couldn't wait to see. Leopoldpaw's warrior ceremony. The molly had spoken with Passionstar about making her a warrior and he had agreed. That made her day. As the newly made apprentices got their names and mentors Honeyflower searched for her apprentice, but she didn't see her till her leader called her up. Her heart swelled with pride. Leopoldstrike. Honeyflower thought as Passionstar gave her apprentice her warrior. Wonderful name. She added to herself. When all the apprentices were made into warriors and Powdernose was made into Deputy she lifted to her paws. And cheered the new names, like she was beliveved to. Weaving though the crowd she came up to Leopoldstrike."Congregations, Leopardstrike." She purred giving a smile.

@Radler

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by RosePelt145

Darkfur perked his ears slightly as the breeze swirled through the camp, feeling pleasant on his fur. He closed his eyes and purred in content, enjoying the wind and the warmth that it brought. He opened his eyes to take another bite of his meal, purring as the meat melted exquisitely on his tongue. He listened to the noise around him, cats talking and birds chirping, kits mewling and elders snoring as they slept. It was all pleasant to him; he enjoyed spending his time listening to the going ons around him and just watching what was happening. He felt a smile pull at his maw. It was a beautiful day, honestly, and perfect for taking a walk later, once his bad leg felt better. He sighed and took another mouthful of rabbit into his jaws, tail tip flicking contentedly, his paws kneading into the ground. He was particularly hungry today, to be honest; he considered getting another piece of prey, after all, the kits and elders have already eaten, so he could do it, but he didn't want to eat what the other warriors could have, not when prey was still a bit scarce. He shrugged and decided to just finish up the prey he already took. Taking more mouthfuls, he sighed. He wished he had someone to talk to, a friend. But his shy demeanor made it hard for him to talk to others. He never mustered up the courage to speak to someone, because he was afraid they would scorn or insult him. It's happened plenty of times before, sadly. So he stayed by himself most if not all the time.

The black tom suddenly glanced up in surprise as a squirrel was dropped in front of him, his hackles raising slightly in instinctive defense before relaxing when he saw that it was just Saplingpetal, the she-cat from earlier. He slowly blinked up at her, wondering why she was speaking to him, of all cats. He wasn't interesting or capable of doing much, so why a feline as pretty as her would want to speak to him, he would for the life of him never figure out. Maybe because she was kind...? Either way, he was glad for the company. He knew a little bit about her. He knew she had been a kittypet before she and her unborn son had joined ThunderClan.
Her son was Jaggedpaw, a fine, capable apprentice. Darkfur wanted to raise an apprentice, but he could never be a mentor with his disability. He certainly couldn't be a leader, or a deputy, not that that was what he wanted. He chuckled to himself. He shouldn't dream about things that would never come true. He sighed and then realized that the she-cat was still standing before him. He smiled up at her and shook his head.
"Uh, no... I wouldn't mind some company...." He scooted a bit to the side so she could sit by him before taking the last couple of bites of his meal. He swiveled his ears in her direction as she spoke again, and felt his pelt heat up in embarrassment. He gazed down at his paws. "Um... I have never shared tongues, especially with a she-cat...," he mumbled. "I groom myself... Uh.... unless you really want to..." He glanced at her and sighed. The only way to be friends with this kind she-cat was to do something together with her, and sharing tongues was a way to start.
He smiled a little. "It's just... I don't have friends, but yeah, uh... Clan cats share tongues .. it's a way of bonding..." He cleared his throat. "Um... don't you want to eat first?," he meowed, nodding at the squirrel in front of him. "Unless, you wish to share...?" He tilted his head to the side, gazing at her. This would be the perfect chance for more food, as his belly was still a bit hungry.

Saplingpetal waited patiently for the tom’s consent. She didn’t want to invade his space if he didn’t want the company. He was quiet for a while, so she only stared a little while longer. She almost had bent down her muzzle to pick up her squirrel in dejectedly walk away. Looks like making warrior friends would be tougher than expected, she thought sourly. Back in the nursery, the queens always talked so haughtily about the warriors. They were filled with pride, and acted like they deserved the respect than earned in. Saplingpetal didn’t know much about being a warrior. Her only will to contribute to the clan was by hunting, as she always excelled at doing such. Fighting just wasn’t her cup of tea as she considered herself to be elegant in everything she did. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way she slept - everything was always elegant when it came to her. She done it a precise manner, always took her sweet time. Like she was doing now as she waited for the tom to answer her. When he finally did, her paw pads felt like they were sweating a mess! She hated being anxious this way because she heard how many clan cats disregard former non-clan cats. They weren’t considered “clan blood”. Her son was half-clan-blood as his father was a Thunderclan warrior, but she haven’t seen him around in a while. Not that she wanted to. She was young and reckless when she had Jaggedpaw, thought to be in love, but it was simple lust - and she wasn’t planning on traveling down that road again any time soon.

“Oh, goodie!” The she cat piped, immediately scurrying beside him once he scooted over to allow herself to sit with her squirrel between her paws. She was positive that he was gonna snap at her since she felt that she wasn’t worthy to be in the presence of a warrior. As she was about to bend down and tear at her food, her ears perked when the tom began talking again. Her head turned to look at him, featuring a soft smile. She detected a small amount of nervousness from him when she asked about sharing tongues. She didn’t know much about the tradition, but she had seen more than a couple cats eating prey together and grooming and gossiping among each other. A while ago, she asked another queen why they do such. The queen had told her it was called ‘Sharing tongues’ and is usually done among clan mates. It was a friendly exchange for many, a romantic one for lovers. The silver and cream feline had dipped her head, taking a small bite of her meat, holding the dead creature between her paws so it would be easier to assess. His mumbling made her ears twitch, and after swallowing her piece, she chorused a soft giggle. “Oh? You never shared tongues with a she cat before?” She teased. Saplingpetal had loved and enjoyed the process of sharing tongues. As a queen, she shared tongues with her fellow queen mates. Gossip was another activity she enjoyed. She was quite the nosy feline. Though she loved gossip, she didn’t like to instigate. “I’m assuming...you don’t have a mate?” She asked, curiously. He was so embarrassed when she approached thebidea of Sharing tongues. Maybe the opposite gender made him more...nervous to be around? Saplingpetal never minded who she shared tongues with as she was more concerned with juicy events when it came to the clans. Yet, she did like a little affection every now and then - but what cat didn’t?
“You sound so shy,” Saplingpetal cooed playfully towards the tom. She was more of the easygoing cat, able to approach a feline in a talkative manner. She was a social butterfly at heart. Tilting her head, she added, “I’m Saplingpetal, by the way. What’s your name?” Saplingpetal didn’t know if he already knew her name, so she sweetly introduced herself as comforting as possible.
Then, she leaned down once more to take another diligent bite of her prey, licking her jaws to savor the meat. His suggestion to share, she didn’t mind. Scooting closer to him, she used a paw to bring the piece of squirrel between them. Saplingpetal was a moralistic cat. She believed being kind to others would allow them to be kind back. She had her flaws, as many others. Apart of her didn’t want to share her prey because she was a gluttonous feline, but her moral beliefs always surpassed her discontent. “I don’t mind sharing.” She cheerfully answered, once again dipping her head down to snatch another bite as gently as she could.

[Liekki]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

Flamingrose was sitting in the crowd not really expecting anything unusual. But at the end of the apprentice ceremonies she heard hername, she would be a mentor! Heart beating fast, so fast it was pounding on her chest. I'm a mentor. A mentor! The young warrior thought excitement welding inside. Eyes shining the ginger molly slipped though the crowd till we was in front of Ashkit. Claiming herself she padded up to touch noses with Ashpaw. Bending her head she tried to touch her nose her her new apprentice.

@Liekki

Ashpaw let out a screech of excitement, knowing that as a kit she had thought that this day would have never came. "Flamingrose," she whispered out loud, searching for her new mentor in the crowd. The new apprentice tred to reach her head above the other cats, but was too short to be able to do so. Her nose twitched, she was annoyed at not being able to find her mentor. Usually, she enjoyed crowds and loud noises, as they gave her more energy, but this time she wished it was just her and her mentor here. Ashpaw sat down, figuring they would eventually find each other. And that they did, so as Flamingrose dipped her head down, Ashpaw reached up and touched her mentor's nose with her down. She then bounced away yelling, "Imma apprentice!" She looked back at her mentor. "So! When I become a warrior?" She tilted her head, looking at Flamingrose expectantly.

[|+sari+|]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Saplingpetal waited patiently for the tom’s consent. She didn’t want to invade his space if he didn’t want the company. He was quiet for a while, so she only stared a little while longer. She almost had bent down her muzzle to pick up her squirrel in dejectedly walk away. Looks like making warrior friends would be tougher than expected, she thought sourly. Back in the nursery, the queens always talked so haughtily about the warriors. They were filled with pride, and acted like they deserved the respect than earned in. Saplingpetal didn’t know much about being a warrior. Her only will to contribute to the clan was by hunting, as she always excelled at doing such. Fighting just wasn’t her cup of tea as she considered herself to be elegant in everything she did. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way she slept - everything was always elegant when it came to her. She done it a precise manner, always took her sweet time. Like she was doing now as she waited for the tom to answer her. When he finally did, her paw pads felt like they were sweating a mess! She hated being anxious this way because she heard how many clan cats disregard former non-clan cats. They weren’t considered “clan blood”. Her son was half-clan-blood as his father was a Thunderclan warrior, but she haven’t seen him around in a while. Not that she wanted to. She was young and reckless when she had Jaggedpaw, thought to be in love, but it was simple lust - and she wasn’t planning on traveling down that road again any time soon.

“Oh, goodie!” The she cat piped, immediately scurrying beside him once he scooted over to allow herself to sit with her squirrel between her paws. She was positive that he was gonna snap at her since she felt that she wasn’t worthy to be in the presence of a warrior. As she was about to bend down and tear at her food, her ears perked when the tom began talking again. Her head turned to look at him, featuring a soft smile. She detected a small amount of nervousness from him when she asked about sharing tongues. She didn’t know much about the tradition, but she had seen more than a couple cats eating prey together and grooming and gossiping among each other. A while ago, she asked another queen why they do such. The queen had told her it was called ‘Sharing tongues’ and is usually done among clan mates. It was a friendly exchange for many, a romantic one for lovers. The silver and cream feline had dipped her head, taking a small bite of her meat, holding the dead creature between her paws so it would be easier to assess. His mumbling made her ears twitch, and after swallowing her piece, she chorused a soft giggle. “Oh? You never shared tongues with a she cat before?” She teased. Saplingpetal had loved and enjoyed the process of sharing tongues. As a queen, she shared tongues with her fellow queen mates. Gossip was another activity she enjoyed. She was quite the nosy feline. Though she loved gossip, she didn’t like to instigate. “I’m assuming...you don’t have a mate?” She asked, curiously. He was so embarrassed when she approached thebidea of Sharing tongues. Maybe the opposite gender made him more...nervous to be around? Saplingpetal never minded who she shared tongues with as she was more concerned with juicy events when it came to the clans. Yet, she did like a little affection every now and then - but what cat didn’t?
“You sound so shy,” Saplingpetal cooed playfully towards the tom. She was more of the easygoing cat, able to approach a feline in a talkative manner. She was a social butterfly at heart. Tilting her head, she added, “I’m Saplingpetal, by the way. What’s your name?” Saplingpetal didn’t know if he already knew her name, so she sweetly introduced herself as comforting as possible.
Then, she leaned down once more to take another diligent bite of her prey, licking her jaws to savor the meat. His suggestion to share, she didn’t mind. Scooting closer to him, she used a paw to bring the piece of squirrel between them. Saplingpetal was a moralistic cat. She believed being kind to others would allow them to be kind back. She had her flaws, as many others. Apart of her didn’t want to share her prey because she was a gluttonous feline, but her moral beliefs always surpassed her discontent. “I don’t mind sharing.” She cheerfully answered, once again dipping her head down to snatch another bite as gently as she could.

Darkfur smiled a little as she settled down beside him. He tucked his forepaws neatly underneath his chest, sensing her fear of being rejected since he was a warrior, but she was different, like him. While she had no disability, she wasn't Clan-borne, so she was different than the other warriors, in a way. He understood her fear, actually. He was rejected or turned away all the time, so the fact that a Clan mate finally seemed to accept him, it made him happy. And he wanted her to know he accepted her, as well, so he gently laid his tail on her shoulders a moment before withdrawing it, his way of being friendly. He hoped she hadn't taken it the wrong way, but he tries to be friends with someone in his own way. He wasn't like other cats, and he wasn't very sociable, so he did things the way he preferred. He blinked at her as she spoke, his tail tip flicking as he turned his gaze to the ground in front of him. "No... Uh... I have not... shared tongues with anyone..." He cleared his throat. "Nobody wants to be around me..." He sighed and kept his gaze fixated on the ground, seemingly interested in an ant scurrying past him as he listened to her next words. "No... I don't have a mate, because I am considered unlovable by most she-cat's... I don't think I would be very ideal as a mate..." He felt his fur heat up again, expecting more questions on his love life, but when she changed the subject, he sighed in relief.

"Um, I'm... my name is Darkfur..." He glanced at her, knowing he had to be more talkative to be this she-cat's friend, though he wasn't really sure what to do. He smiled softly at her. "Uh... pleased to make your acquaintance, Saplingpetal..." He put a paw over hers as he spoke, another way of him trying to be friendly with her. He then withdrew his paw and began grooming it before he drew it over his face and ears, then setting his paw down, flicking his whiskers. When the she-cat pushed the squirrel between him and her, he slowly blinked at her, his expression grateful as he nodded. He allowed her to take a bite before dipping his head and taking a mouthful of the meat, which was more stringy and less tough than rabbit, but it was just as juicy as it melted pleasantly on his tongue. He purred in contentment, taking a couple more bites before allowing her another turn. He swiped his tongue over his maw, removing morsels of meat from his whiskers. He waited for her to finish up her turn so he could take another bite of his own. He probably should start up a conversation, he thought, but he wasn't sure what to talk about, so he shrugged to himself, deciding to let her continue the conversation, silently watching her eat.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by RosePelt145

Darkfur smiled a little as she settled down beside him. He tucked his forepaws neatly underneath his chest, sensing her fear of being rejected since he was a warrior, but she was different, like him. While she had no disability, she wasn't Clan-borne, so she was different than the other warriors, in a way. He understood her fear, actually. He was rejected or turned away all the time, so the fact that a Clan mate finally seemed to accept him, it made him happy. And he wanted her to know he accepted her, as well, so he gently laid his tail on her shoulders a moment before withdrawing it, his way of being friendly. He hoped she hadn't taken it the wrong way, but he tries to be friends with someone in his own way. He wasn't like other cats, and he wasn't very sociable, so he did things the way he preferred. He blinked at her as she spoke, his tail tip flicking as he turned his gaze to the ground in front of him. "No... Uh... I have not... shared tongues with anyone..." He cleared his throat. "Nobody wants to be around me..." He sighed and kept his gaze fixated on the ground, seemingly interested in an ant scurrying past him as he listened to her next words. "No... I don't have a mate, because I am considered unlovable by most she-cat's... I don't think I would be very ideal as a mate..." He felt his fur heat up again, expecting more questions on his love life, but when she changed the subject, he sighed in relief.

"Um, I'm... my name is Darkfur..." He glanced at her, knowing he had to be more talkative to be this she-cat's friend, though he wasn't really sure what to do. He smiled softly at her. "Uh... pleased to make your acquaintance, Saplingpetal..." He put a paw over hers as he spoke, another way of him trying to be friendly with her. He then withdrew his paw and began grooming it before he drew it over his face and ears, then setting his paw down, flicking his whiskers. When the she-cat pushed the squirrel between him and her, he slowly blinked at her, his expression grateful as he nodded. He allowed her to take a bite before dipping his head and taking a mouthful of the meat, which was more stringy and less tough than rabbit, but it was just as juicy as it melted pleasantly on his tongue. He purred in contentment, taking a couple more bites before allowing her another turn. He swiped his tongue over his maw, removing morsels of meat from his whiskers. He waited for her to finish up her turn so he could take another bite of his own. He probably should start up a conversation, he thought, but he wasn't sure what to talk about, so he shrugged to himself, deciding to let her continue the conversation, silently watching her eat.

Saplingpetal listened to the tom intently, her whiskers twitching slightly when he answered her nosy questions wondering about his love life. Saplingpetal should had known better than to ever ask a cat about something so...delicate. She wouldn’t want anyone asking her about her past love affairs. His earlier comment had made her curious. The fact that he never shared tongues with a she cat, or with anyone for that matter. He went on to say that he was unlovable, and she didn’t understand why. “Why would you say you’re unlovable?” She questioned, lifting her muzzle in the air. Then, she rolled her shoulders. “At most, I would say that you’re withdrawn. You can’t find love if you don’t communicate with it, ya know.” She nodded, dutifully. She silently wondered if he considered himself a stranger to love because of his disabilithe’s. Saplingpetal didn’t like to stare, but it was hard not to. This worried her a little because she didn’t like to judge other cats based on their appearances. Possibly, he felt unwanted because of his features. Most she cats liked a good-looking, Strong tom cat. It ensured the future of their kits. They would be born strong. With strength, obviously comes beauty. As a young she cat, Saplingpetal found these traits irresistible. The main reason she found Jaggedpaw’s father appealing because he was strong and brave. Her own son inherited his father’s traits and physique more than hers, so she had no doubt that her boy would be a brave and handsome warrior of Thunderclan. “Why wouldn’t anyone want to be around you?” She questioned, once again curious and intrigued. She got to thinking that this Tom was darker than he let on. Maybe his clan mates didn’t trust him? Or, he was considered a traitor among them? So far, Saplingpetal didn’t pick up any negative qualities that her new potential friend had.

She had smiled when he introduced himself as Darkfur. It made sense as she checked him over. His fur was the color of a black shadow, so he wasn’t named in vain. When he put his paw over hers, Saplingpetal was baffled upon the gesture. He was the first cat that had done such. Saplingpetal had looked up at him, pinning her ears back, “Heh, nice to meet you as well.” A little sheepish still from their contact. The Molly happily complied with sharing a meal with him, taking a bite, then watching him take one as well. At first, it was silent between them. The chatter of the other cats around them. Silence never suited Saplingpetal well as she was a talkative feline. Every now and then, she glancedntowards Darkfur as he knelt down to tear another bite from the squirrel. Saplingpetal had moved her tail to cover her paws as she looked up ahead of them, smiling softly. “So, Darkfur,” Saplingpetal began, drawing a paw up to give it tiny licks. “You ever leave camp once in a while?” She didn’t want to judge his whereabouts, but it appeared that he ‘lived under a rock’. “I know before I joined Thunderclan, I was traveling an entire heap of places!” She purred, putting her paw down, and using it to push the squirrel further into his reach. “You can have the rest of it, if you’d like.” She offered. Then, she moved herself closer to him to began the process of sharing tongues. The way that she saw plenty felines do it before. While he chose to finish the squirrel, Saplingpetal kindly began licking his shoulder, all the while talking in-between. “As I was saying before, you’d think that the forest is a large place to explore - but if you seen the world out there, you’d be star struck!” She paused to giggle before working her way up towards his neck. “Unfortunately, adventuring has to stop for me because my mousebrained-self had to go and get pregnant. I love my son and all, and I never would regret him - he’s my pride and joy. It would had just been much harsher living as a rogue with a kit following behind.” Saplingpetal scoffed. Then she added, “I think I like living in Thunderclan though. The trees have cool shades, and it’s very pretty here.” She shyly says, “Were you born in Thunderclan?” She wondered, keeping her ears opened to hear him talk while she continued to groom him as diligently and thoroughly as possible.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Radler

Mistwing padded weakly into the medicine cat den, the blood now sluggishly dripping from her eye. The pain was sharp in her face but the dull ache of her bones weighed her down, as well as the realisation of what had happened in the battle. The silver furred she-cat was now stained with dried blood and mud, but had lacked the resolve to tidy herself up. Seeking out Caliapaw seemed like the best option, and the panic that she couldn't see out of her left eye was overwhelming the feelings of regret towards Rowanblaze. Hesitating just inside the entrance, Mistwing called out weakly conscious of the uncharacteristic emotion of panic colouring her feeble voice, "Ca-Caliapaw, I think I need... your h-help."

@Lonestar23

This was a nightmare. Caliapaw had never, ever been afraid of blood before - she hadn’t been afraid of tending to anyone either, but now, she had never been more scared. Torn between loyalty to her family and her duty to the Clan, she didn’t answer Mistwing for a second - until that second grew too long, and she knew she was doing the wrong thing. Tearing her gaze away from Doepaw, the young medicine cat wearily fixed it on the other warrior. ”Come in, sit down, let me take a look at you.” The words sounded strained and came out in a quick manner, even though it felt like she’d said them a million times already - perhaps this wouldn’t take this long. There was a lot of blood, but most of it appeared to be dried by now - the she cat would have to take a look at all of her minor cuts in a moment, but the thing that worried her most was the gash on her eye. ”How are all of you still alive?” Caliapaw questioned under her breath, turning to glance at the herb storage - it would last, but not for long. Thank goodness new-leaf was here, soon it would be time to go out and get new herbs. She would have to travel to other Clans for some… just the thought of that sent a shudder down her spine. Wheatfur hadn’t taught her anything about what the “proper” way to do this was, and with tensions already high, the last thing she needed was to make the wrong remark to the wrong cat. Sometimes the medicine cat wished she was able to control her emotions better. She knew what to do with her mind - but when it came to the heart, she was still figuring everything out.

Originally Posted by starfall

[riipp I need to stop being a lazy but and have these two interact more ;v; ]

Everything was screaming at him. It hurt to breathe, it felt as though his lungs were singed, but, at the same time, it felt as though he was drowning in water. Every gulp of air was like water invading his lungs, preventing him from inhaling. It hurt. A gurgle of pain came from his throat and his face twisted up. He wanted to curl himself into the tightest ball he could muster, wanting to run away from the searing pain that blossomed on his chest, his legs. He wanted it to stop. He could barely hear his sisters sob, only the roaring sound of his blood in his ears, he couldn't tell if it was a good thing. He shifted his head and slightly opened his maw, as if to answer Caliapaw, but a wave of pain raged though him, and instead of words, it was shrieks and howls of pain. Every inch of his body was on fire, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to thing, it hurt to exist. He dug his claws into the ground, his white pawtips stained with blood and mud, but so was the rest of him. His fur was caked to his frame, his usual fluffiness was gone, and instead there was ugliness, fur sticking up, defying gravity, and fur clumped together with a scarlet tint to it. Doepaw was a mess. He couldn't answer his sister, for the first time, he left her question without an answer. He had always showered his sister in his attention, giving her the love she deserved, and always tried to be the most reliable brother she could always count on. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Doepaw looked up at his sister, green hues glassed over with unshed tears, unshed fears. He was supposed to keep her from crying, scaring away the sadness, keeping a smile on her face, she deserved that much and much more. Yet. Here he was, unable to do anything as his sister as she worried, as she choked back her tears, just as he himself was doing. As seeds were pushed toward him, he shifted his head to try and lick them up, but every millimeter he moved brought nothing but burning pain that made him want to scream. The chestnut feline shuddered, biting the inside of his cheek as his chest flared with pain, almost as if it was dipped in flames, trying his hardest to swallow the scream. Within a few seconds the apprentice lapped up the seeds sucsessfully, swallowing each seed individually as not to choke. They made sure their trip down his throat wasn't easy, scratching the walls of his throat the whole ride down. "Darkwhisper." he gurgled out, using every ounce of his being to even spit out the name, trying his hardest to let his sister know that he was still here. He tried to dig up memories of his former mentor, the happy ones, the fun ones, the adventurous ones, but every time nothing but a red blob blocked them, splattered acrost his precious memory, until it was nothing but a lake of red. Only one thing was untouched by the red liquid. "Dead." he choked out, tears pricking the sides of his eyes. Maybe...maybe he wasn't supposed to support his sister the way he though he ought to, maybe he was doing it wrong, maybe he wasn't supposed to be alive to protect her. Starclan could be showing him something, telling him something, but was it for the grater good? Doepaw had only brought his sister pain, suffering, he made her choke back tears of sadness instead of tears of joy. He was just a bad brother.

At that point, the toms eyes began to flutter closed, and his body grew limp, he had given up, what was the point in living if he did nothing but hurt Caliapaw?

Just hearing Doepaw speak was a good sign. If he could talk, maybe he was going to be okay… maybe everything was going to work out. With one last glance towards Mistwing, and pushing a few seeds in her direction with a brief “eat these,” she headed back over towards her brother. There wasn’t much more she could do. Caliapaw didn’t know what else to do. It was a waiting game now, waiting for the bleeding to stop - putting more cobwebs on the injuries wasn’t going to do anything, and she’d already given him some seeds to help with the pain - it was up to him now. ”Darkwhisper? That’s a pretty name, tell me more about Darkwhisper… is it fun, training with her - or him? What’s your favorite thing about your mentor?” Caliapaw spoke as calmly as possible, hoping that if she were calmer - maybe, just maybe, he would remain calm too. Everything was going to be fine. She mistook his comment “dead” for him saying he was going to be dead, and shook her head violently.

”Absolutely not, Doepaw. You’re going to be fine. I’m going to get you out of this, and we’re going to have a long talk about the mess you just got yourself into, and then I’m going to yell at you for being an idiot and scaring me.” The medicine cat tried to push as much confidence as she could into her voice, but really… she wasn’t so sure. Doepaw’s injuries were severe. No amount of cobwebs could fix anything that was damaged inside. She was angry… angry at Wheatfur, for getting himself killed, angry at herself for not knowing better, and angry at StarClan for letting this happen. For letting her become this in the first place. Why would they do that if Doepaw was just going to die under her care? Now that would completely break her. Snowpaw was alright, Morningpaw and Shellpaw were alright as far as she knew… her Mother and Father were alright, they hadn’t come in either… so it was just Doepaw who was in danger now. But Doepaw had always been there for her. What was she supposed to do without her brother?

”You have to be okay, Doepaw. You have to stay awake. Please… that’s all I’m asking of you. Do it for me.” The she cat gently touched her nose to his ear before she turned back to take care of Mistwing again. Because she had a duty to everyone, not just him… she had to make sure everybody was okay. All of her clanmates. Even if it was her worst enemy’s life hanging in the balance, she would have to save it - she might not have to speak as gently, and as kindly to them, but she would have to make sure they were okay. No matter what it took. That was what a medicine cat did, and maybe that was part of the reason Caliapaw was drawn to the job. Because she could make a difference and save lives. Even if lately… she had been feeling a lot more like a loser than a lifesaver. Even with all the cats who cared about her, the medicine cat felt alone. Maybe she didn’t want anyone to care about her. Maybe it was better if she was… alone.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Although the Siamese tom had wanted silence now that he had it it it seemed unnatural. He lay down and laid his head down on his paws and sighed. After a few seconds he looked up at her. "Why aren't you talking? You always seem to have something to say." He said, wondering if his friend was feeling bad or something. She always seemed to ramble on and on and on about random things and he had to admit that he rather liked it no matter how annoying it could become. She was just that type of molly and seeing her not babbling on and on made him a little concerned. Maybe she was just maturing, but somehow he knew that wasn't the case.

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@Lonestar23

Quietpaw sat in a shady spot, rasping his tongue over his long brown fur. He was quiet, as always. That was how he got his name. His quiet nature. Every single day he lived up to that title. Being quiet and having a very, very bad social life. The word quiet wasn't associated with having a bad social life, but he definitely had a bad social life. His whole life he had been afraid of cats judging him for his family and what clan his father was from. So he had never been the cat who went up to other cats and said "Hi my names Quietpaw what's yours?", that just wasn't his thing. His sister did it, but he didn't. He was not a social butterfly. He had very few friends and the friends he did have had other friends they hung out with more. Those other friends were social, fun and were bound to be good warriors one day. Quietpaw? Not so much. His mentor didn't like him, his mother neglected him, his siblings had friends and he was quiet Quietpaw. The misfit. The outcast. He had to admit that he liked quiet. He liked not being disturbed, but if being quiet meant that he had no friends that what good was it?

As his tongue rasped gently over his fur he felt a calming sensation, soothing him, and making his negative thoughts flee. Feeling the chilly leaf-fall air on his back, he stood up and padded over to a sunnier spot near the apprentices den and laid down contently. It was one of his favorite spots to hang out, other than the shady spots. But as the weather grew colder the shady spots got unbearable and so he moved to warmer spots to nap.

Vixenpaw had loved being an apprentice so far. Everything about it was great - the freedom, the social opportunities, and yes - especially the new exploration opportunities. The young apprentice glanced around the clearing, her eyes eventually landing on Quietpaw - she knew the tom a little bit, but she’d lied to him so much it was hard to keep track of what all she had told him. Still, Vixenpaw headed over in his direction, her tail swaying back and forth as she approached, a fox-like smile on her maw. ”Well, if it isn’t ThunderClan’s own social outcast. And how is our quiet apprentice doing this morning?” Vixenpaw wasn’t afraid of bringing up touchy topics. She could tell he was more of an outcast - she wasn’t blind, nor stupid, despite how much she may have acted like the latter. She was crafty, and she liked bending perceptions - she could change the way she was viewed, or how someone else was viewed, through a few simple words or interactions. She could change someone’s entire life - or her entire life - depending on which she was feeling like that day. Vixenpaw didn’t really like herself, because if you were to peel away every single layer and overly-friendly word, you would find a small little she-kit who just wanted to be loved. Not just liked, but really loved. Vixenpaw was like this for the fun of it, definitely, but she was also like this because… this was what other cats liked. Whoever she was that day, they liked that. She researched her targets sometimes, other times she would ad-lib it. Some didn’t even know her real name - as Quietpaw hadn’t, when they had first met. She’d introduced herself as her sibling. It was an easy mistake to make… but he’d found out, and soon it would be impossible to carry on with this charade.

[Leucos]

Rileyflower sighed as she walked into the clearing she looked at her shoulder which a few months ago had a bite wound from an enemy warrior but was now all healed and well thanks to the medicine cat caliapaw she smiled as she remembered walking in the den seeing the medicine cat the first time she felt bad for her too she did the work all by herself and with no one to help her . And with that battle over she was sure that caliapaw had a lot on her paws but thankfully that has passed. She remembered the battle of thunderclan and windclan it was her first ever battle and a perfect time to prove herself to her clan she thought she could win she wanted to win ! But that windclanner beat her and she was still ' new ' around the clan so she didn't do as much training so it would make sense for her to loose. But when she lost she felt ..heartbroken all over again she felt like she betrayed starclan in a way so she promised to make it up to them in some way . Rileyflower closed her eyes and flicked her ears sighing again its Alright Sugar Yall Gave It Your Best Shot Even If Ya Failed Thats What beast would have wanted was to give it your all. she opened her eyes again and walked to the left of the clearing she spotted the fresh kill pile and changed her direction now heading toward it feeling hungry she saw a plump mouse which looked inviting to her and she whent for it squishing the mouse in her jaws as she grabbed it. The she cat walked a few mouse lengths away and layed down now starting to eat her mouse
@Raven & Co.