ThunderClan Stormcrest

[crow.]

Cricketpaw bounded up. Was papa spider okay?

[Solaris.]

chickadeechirp appeared

[c1nder]

☆｡. o Drizzlepaw
❧ Thunderclan Apprentice | He/Him
❧ Bewitched [Damp!] [Permanently Active], The Collector [Permanently Active], Killer Aptitude [Too Young]
​"Don't cry. Don't despair. Now's not the time for that."

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yelling. thats what he heard. oh god. stars above. it was spiderthroat calling it and not bumblestar, was she dead? was spiderthroat going to be spiderstar?

he peeked his head out of the nursery from where he was keeping kits busy, making sure no one was seriously injured in the clearing before padding out.
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[Spider]

risingstorm left the med den and sat down

[Luna16]

Acornfall looked up as Spiderthroat summoned the clan, his gaze growing solemn. Serious. Was this the announcement he’d been waiting for? After all, those damned beasts were still out there. Gloating, being a general threat and nuisance. He couldn’t stand the thought of them in their territory…threatening the existence and peace of his clan. Of his family. He was a father now, and that meant more than ever that he needed to protect their lands. Even if Bri hated him for it. He cast a glance at the nursery, expecting to see her rushing out any moment now. The brown tabby rose to his paws, and walked near the nursery entrance, sitting with his tail wrapped around his paws.

He kept his eyes focused on Spiderthroat, though his ears swiveled. Listening for Nightwhisper, Ems, or Bri. Oh stars the kits…Cloverkit in particular is sensitive to her mother’s feelings. It wouldn’t be good if Bri had a breakdown in the clearing… Well, no sense fretting. All he could do now was wait.

{ @Streamtail - Bri | @_Nacht_Mango-_- - um…everyone LOL }

Well now, he could only imagine what this was about. Burnedbark stepped forward at his deputy’s summons, listening closely as he sat amongst his clanmates.

Sunrisepaw sat near the apprentice’s den, eyes narrowed in focus.

Spiderpaw sat near the den with Sunrisepaw, gaze fixed upwards on her deputy. Widened fearfully.

[Fish]

Lightningpaw wondered over with a curious look on her face. Spiderdead more like, what was he doing up there? With a worried sigh she sat down and pondered maybe Spiderthroat would give her warrior name. Probably not, it didn't seem like one of those meetings.

Fleapaw quickly ran over when he heard his fathers voice call out but his blood ran cold when he saw how hurt his father still looked. Was he going to be ok? Maybe the old man should go back into the medicine den? What was this all going to be about, could it not wait??? The apprentice was frozen in fear and worry to say much.

[Aroogi]

BRAVEPAW
✦∗ [ he/him | ThunderClan Apprentice | 9 moons ] ∗✦
✧⋆ [ Mentor: Mintwhisper | 13/100 ] ⋆✧
✧⋆ [ N/A | N/A | N/A ] ⋆✧
♞▹ The Impulsive ◂♞

Bravepaw trotted out of the apprentices den and sat in in front of the Stormcrest, gazing at Spiderthroat. Bravepaw wanted to help anywhere he could and if that meant dying to otters, helping gather prey & herbs or just training until he could do so much more - then that's what the tom would do.

↠ [ Open! ]

[Zero]

Cicadapaw
| He/him | ThunderClan Apprentice (32/100) | #BugFamily

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Cicadapaw's heart thudded against his ribs as he watched his father stumble up the Stormcrest, each pawstep seemingly like a struggle against his own failing body. And still, he shouted. Still, he stood. Even when his voice cracked, even when the coughing doubled him over, he forced himself upright again.

Cicadapaw was struck by a storm of emotion: relief that Spiderthroat was still alive, awe at his father’s relentless will, and terror that this might be the moment it finally broke him. That this speech, this climb, would be the end of him. This was too soon.

He surged forward, weaving through the gathering crowd until he reached the foot of the Stormcrest. His legs trembled as he looked up, eyes burning with fear he refused to let spill into tears. Not here. Not now.

"Spiderthroat - Dad, please -" he hissed, voice low, desperate to keep the him from hearing the quake in it. "You have to go back. You have to rest."

In Cicadapaw’s mind, the Clan could wait. Whatever message Spiderthroat needed to give, whatever fire still burned in his chest - it meant nothing compared to the danger of losing his father too.

[[StuMacher]]

Dizzypaw padded up to the stormcrest

[Silverfur & Co]

Dawnpaw padded over to sit down for the meeting