ThunderClan Territory

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Helpingpotato

quietstream said "no not anything so far." He smiled and then said "I need to go make dirt, I'll be back soon." He licked her cheek before running out towards the border.

RVenstorm smiled at him. "Alright. Well you do that and I'll see you in camp tonight. We can share a meal." She purred standing up as well and began her trek back to the camp.

[lone]

@tawny~
A lone silver tabby padded through the territory. Stormpaw's ice-blue hues glanced around her, her muscles tense and her ears swiveling in all directions. In other words, she was on guard. Since Ashstar's disappearance, and Gyrestar had gotten control, Stormpaw had been on guard for any cat who looked like they might try to change things again. Stormpaw would be a warrior soon, as she was well aware...and she was excited for when that day might come, when she would finally be a full warrior of ThunderClan. And yet, she was also nervous. What if she ended up mentoring a cat and had no idea how to do it?

What if she told them the wrong thing and ruined their whole future? What if she ended up hurting them? All these worries and thoughts were plaguing Stormpaw as she continued onwards, deeper into the territory. It was rare when she bumped into a cat back here, but every once in a while there would be one...it was a great place for rogues to hide, which was why Stormpaw often checked it. She wanted to be sure that there were no rogues, and that things were constantly good back there.

And most of the time, they were. But it would only take one time-- one mistake-- for things to go wrong. Wasn't that all it had taken when Ratnight had taken over? One fire. One mistake. And then everyone's world had been turned upside down, except for his supporters, who had been thrilled. Stormpaw shuddered at the memory-- those had been the darkest days of her life.

[lone]

Originally Posted by NoireRose

‘’And that’s the best cat to be,’’ Featherspeckle mewed. ‘’Yourself. I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.’’ She gave him a sweet smile, her voice hinting to a playful tone. ‘’I mean you’re interesting, you’re awkward, you’re friendly, you’re caring, and you certainly have no problem expressing yourself, it seems.’’ She suppressed a small purr that was ready to rumble through her throat. ‘’Seem like an entire package to me.’’

She allowed herself to trot a bit faster, picking up a quick scent. She stopped in her tracks, making sure the wind wouldn’t scare away her prey. She did not have time to run after it. She was already emotionally tired. Though this had nothing to do with her physical state. Running was where she didn’t like to think. She would tense up. She would mess up. Most likely end up hurting herself.

The multi-colored she-cat felt the tip of her ears become warm. She didn’t know how to reply to the tom’s next words, so she gave a pleasant shrug. She was indeed happy that he thought of her as something special, and she prayed to Starclan that she wouldn’t ruin her chance. With Moose it was different. His words were the power that made her love. Whatever he said, she felt herself falling--hard and fast--which ended untimely a disaster. A sweet one, if she was being honest. Minus Viola’s...accident.

Featherspeckle was more content to be around Martenthorn. She was mellow and calm, and wasn’t as tensed as she was when she first met him. Especially since she felt she made her first friend again without the fear of judgment. She loved the tom’s company, and the fact that she was finding out so much about him.

He even told her about...that she-cat. The one who impacted his life with so much love yet so much pain and so much hate. Featherspeckle could tell it was a horrible experience for him, and that he didn’t just shared it with anybody, but she did hope that his heart would heal from the hurt. She did hope that a new spark of light will enter his heart, piecing the shattered pieces together again as if it never been broken in the first place.

And, the she-cat that will have this power to love on him immensely, Featherspeckle hoped to be around to see it. She hoped that this future she-cat will do everything right by him, and that they will be eternally happy within each other’s paws.

Featherspeckle sighed and looked longingly at the tom before shaking her head. She crouched into a hunting position as she saw in the distance a squirrel was tending to...acorns? Featherspeckle felt her eyes enter their hunting mode, and without a second thought she sprang up and towards it, her claws outstretched. Her body was little, but her legs carried much stamina in them. She focused on her prey, not her thoughts. Not Martenthorn. Especially not Martenthorn.

When the she-cat reached the squirrel, its tail bushed up, and it started to scurry away. Featherspeckle pushed her hind legs to go further until she was able to pin the rodent down, tumbling with it in a fumbled ball. She delivered a killing blow, and threw it to the side, exhausted. She laid down, her tail curling to the side of her body, and she gently began bathing herself and licking her fangs from the blood. After a while, she rolled onto her back, looking up at the sky. She wasn’t really that hungry. She was satisfied with the tom’s presence enough, but she still asked him, ‘’Want to share?’’ She rolled back over onto her stomach. She twitched her ears, and playfully mocked, ‘’Or do you feel comfortable with catching your own food?’’

The Abyssinian felt his pelt begin to heat up at Featherspeckle's words of praise. His ears flicked backwards-- even Ryver, who had always been so teasing and so sweet, had never said anything like that to him. Ever. She'd just given him a nickname and flirted with him a lot-- she'd never cared. The multi-colored feline before him seemed to care a lot, and that gave Martenthorn a sense of excitement. Happiness. "W- thanks." He mewed with a purr, a smile coming onto his features. When you smile, I bet even your StarClan thinks the sun came up. Ryver's words-- Ryver's always changing, forever teasing, words. She used to tell him his smile could light up the Clans. It lights up my day. Almost everything he did now reminded him of the she cat, especially being here with another.
　
"I wouldn't...I wouldn't want you to change either. You're a great friend. A great listener. A wonderful cat to be around. Anyone who would change you is crazy. Anyone who would reject you is crazy." Martenthorn mewed, and then clamped his maw shut. He wasn't sure if his words were opening up old wounds, but he felt embarassed speaking them anyways. He had no right. She was such a great cat, and he didn't want to hurt her. Had he hurt Ryver? Is that why she had left? Why are you leaving? I found someone new. But Ryver, I thought-- You thought what? That we would be together forever? Is that why you were with her? No! Ryver, that was my friend! Right. Goodbye, Martenthorn. So that was how the conversation had gone. And now he felt guilty-- horrible. And she had come back.
　
He had hurt her, not the other way around. And she had come back for forgiveness, not to be rejected like he had once before. But he had refused to give it to her. And now he felt like such a jerk, it was almost unbearable. He watched Featherspeckle hunt, although the fun was gone from the day. And Ryver was gone from his life...parts of him, now knowing this truth, were sad. But most of him was glad, glad that Featherspeckle was resurfacing all these memories, glad that she was staying with him. Glad that they were friends. She was such a great cat, Martenthorn hoped that whatever tom she might meet would make her happy. She deserved the best of things...and whoever she had been with before had refused to give that to her. Whoever they were needs to stay out of her life. Forever. He thought, already forgetting the name of the kittypet she had been with.
　
And her best friend. What had happened? He felt bad, of course, that the cat had died, but something seemed so wrong...and he couldn't figure it out. It was plaguing him, and yet he still wasn't sure about it. As Featherspeckle returned he tried to look alert, and not as though he had just been thinking about her personal life. "Nice catch," He praised with a smile, although his mind was still fixated on the other situation. At her words, a tinge of embarassment began to creep under his fur, but once he realized she was kidding-- was she kidding?-- it stopped. "Uh, well, I-I can g-get my own, thanks. But I mean if-- if you want to...if you don't mind...uh, I'll just...be...over here." He mewed, his voice trailing off to a low mutter as he padded over towards another part of the territory, in search of his own prey. He would have liked to share with Featherspeckle, but he was too embarassed to say anything about it.

[Spirit]

A small squeak was to be heard in the territory. A tiny, black kit was wandering around, coughing greatly, which has caused the squeak. This tiny, sick ball of fur went by the name of Runt, however, he did not like the name. He had been abandoned two days ago, by his rogue family. Sister and brother had been playing around with a leaf. The wind had taken it, and they'd sent Runt off to fetch it. When he had proudly returned with the leaf in his jaws, proud that he had finally been to use, they'd gone. Mother and father had hurried them along, and left the Runt of the litter in the forest to tend to himself. Runt was no more that three moons old, and close to starving to death, if not his cough got him first.
Runt had tried to survive on his own. Oh, he really had. He'd found a river and tried to drink from it, but had fallen into it instead. The stream had lead him to the other bank, and he had unknowingly crossed from RiverClan territory into ThunderClan.
Runt had heard stories from Father. Stories of big, scary and dangerous clan cats. He was terrified to meet one, and was on the way to accept that he would most likely perish in this forest. Too young to catch his own prey, and too aware that some berries could kill him instantly, he had not eaten for two days straight. And it wasn't like his family had fed him well, either. He had always gotten the smallest prey they had caught.
With shaking limbs, this cat now went through ThunderClan territory, unknowing that he was indeed not far from the clan's camp, but far enough not to smell the big amount of cats in the camp.
Taking one last step, Runt decided he'd walked enough for today, and collapsed with a hoarse cough. He'd coughed up blood before, and were scared it would happen again. Luckily, this time it was just a fit. But it was hard to him. Shakes went through his body at each cough. The little furball were certain this would be his end. He did not even heard sound of paw steps approaching. The sound of his coughs blocked out any other.

(For @The Eye Of The Storm And @Pathos Take your time, no stress ^^ )

[Random Melody]

( @mony )
Roarclaw padded along through the territory, the golden Tom's head high and amber eyes sparkling. Its a nice day outside, He thought with a grin, his eyes darting up to the sky. He paused to give his pelt a quick lick before continuing, letting his thoughts drift off. I wonder what Coon's doing, He suddenly thought, feeling his fur heat up at just the thought of her, but he shook himself off with a laugh. Focus Roar, focus.

[seasalt]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

@tawny~
A lone silver tabby padded through the territory. Stormpaw's ice-blue hues glanced around her, her muscles tense and her ears swiveling in all directions. In other words, she was on guard. Since Ashstar's disappearance, and Gyrestar had gotten control, Stormpaw had been on guard for any cat who looked like they might try to change things again. Stormpaw would be a warrior soon, as she was well aware...and she was excited for when that day might come, when she would finally be a full warrior of ThunderClan. And yet, she was also nervous. What if she ended up mentoring a cat and had no idea how to do it?

What if she told them the wrong thing and ruined their whole future? What if she ended up hurting them? All these worries and thoughts were plaguing Stormpaw as she continued onwards, deeper into the territory. It was rare when she bumped into a cat back here, but every once in a while there would be one...it was a great place for rogues to hide, which was why Stormpaw often checked it. She wanted to be sure that there were no rogues, and that things were constantly good back there.

And most of the time, they were. But it would only take one time-- one mistake-- for things to go wrong. Wasn't that all it had taken when Ratnight had taken over? One fire. One mistake. And then everyone's world had been turned upside down, except for his supporters, who had been thrilled. Stormpaw shuddered at the memory-- those had been the darkest days of her life.

Leafpaw, on the other hand, was a new apprentice, but he knew first hand what evil could do exactly, since he lived through the second evil era, and seen Ratnight and Fennelstrike fall to their demises, at such a young age, four moons to be exact. He had been a strange kit in his kithood though, often understanding things, normal kits would...not normally understand as a kit. Leafpaw was at times, difficult to understand, but at times, not so difficult to understand, but it was extremely complicated, if you thought about it way too hard. It was a normal winter day, so far. Leafpaw's claws dug into the flat boulder he was crouching on, in a rather uncomfortable position, with a concentrated look in his gaze. Normally, Leafpaw didn't come to hunt around these parts, so it was a bit of surprise for him to be around here, but exploring all the territory had to stick to him now. He didn't know much of the territory, so didn't he have to know it? He wasn't exactly hunting either, just sitting, in a rather, awkward position, to say the least. Getting into a more...comfortable position, Leafpaw stared out into the forest, listening to birds chirping, well, they could be prey...later maybe...

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Random Melody

( @mony )
Roarclaw padded along through the territory, the golden Tom's head high and amber eyes sparkling. Its a nice day outside, He thought with a grin, his eyes darting up to the sky. He paused to give his pelt a quick lick before continuing, letting his thoughts drift off. I wonder what Coon's doing, He suddenly thought, feeling his fur heat up at just the thought of her, but he shook himself off with a laugh. Focus Roar, focus.

The slightly, and oddly, smaller maine coon jumped from a tree onto him. "Gotchya!" she meowed triumphantly, and had him pinned, her eyes glinting in mischief and play, like always. "Whatchya up toooo." she cooed, jumping off an sitting pretty in front of him. Her soft, cream pelt was becoming shorter and shorter with the coming New-Leaf, and her markings, that of a raccoon, showed through her fur more. Her smile was kind and her blue eyes glinting in the few patched of sunlight coming from the trees that landed on her.

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by mony

The slightly, and oddly, smaller maine coon jumped from a tree onto him. "Gotchya!" she meowed triumphantly, and had him pinned, her eyes glinting in mischief and play, like always. "Whatchya up toooo." she cooed, jumping off an sitting pretty in front of him. Her soft, cream pelt was becoming shorter and shorter with the coming New-Leaf, and her markings, that of a raccoon, showed through her fur more. Her smile was kind and her blue eyes glinting in the few patched of sunlight coming from the trees that landed on her.

Roarclaw let out a surprised yelp as she leaped on him, grinning up at the smaller she-cat. "Yeah and i'll be getting you back for that Coon," He purred, sitting up when she hopped off. "Nothing much, just taking a walk, care to join me?" He flashed her one of his signature grins, the golden tom's amber eyes lit up as he smiled.

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Random Melody

Roarclaw let out a surprised yelp as she leaped on him, grinning up at the smaller she-cat. "Yeah and i'll be getting you back for that Coon," He purred, sitting up when she hopped off. "Nothing much, just taking a walk, care to join me?" He flashed her one of his signature grins, the golden tom's amber eyes lit up as he smiled.

"Sure you will." Coonmask replied in a mocking tone. Then her eyes lit up as well as he asked for her to join. "Sure. I got nothing to do." she replied cooly, however she wasn't. She was burning under her fur, and she stepped up to his side, giving him a small playful shove, before advancing ahead.

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by mony

"Sure you will." Coonmask replied in a mocking tone. Then her eyes lit up as well as he asked for her to join. "Sure. I got nothing to do." she replied cooly, however she wasn't. She was burning under her fur, and she stepped up to his side, giving him a small playful shove, before advancing ahead.

"I will," Roarclaw smiled as she accepted his offer, and chuckled at her nudge. He leapt up and hurried after the she-cat, a smile on his face as he fell into step with her, nudging his shoulder playfully against hers.
(These two x3)