ThunderClan Territory

[WhitesilverQueen]

Ivywish looked terrified.
(I don't think its the one that killed Aspenstar. But, ok)

"Thank you" she whispered. She had a little scratch next to her eye, but she seemed shocked and confused.
@SpottedPaww

[SpottedPaww]

Originally Posted by Silverspot11

Ivywish looked terrified.
(I don't think its the one that killed Aspenstar. But, ok)

"Thank you" she whispered. She had a little scratch next to her eye, but she seemed shocked and confused.
@SpottedPaww

"Yeah...They are only good if it's on cat it's attacking.... and not multiple of them... they are just looking for an easy fight."

Walking back to his pile, he picked his share back up.

"Cmon. I'll walk behind you. You take the lead"

(didn't think so. Seemed unlikely. Better safe than unrealistic.

[IcarusUntamed]

Open//

Crow’paw padded through the undergrowth, sniffing around for prey. He had decided to make himself useful and look for some food for the clan. Gazing around he spotted a small crow, pecking at a bug in the ground. Quickly, Crow’paw dropped into a hunters crouch, tail flicking with anticipation as he crawled forward towards the bird, it’s beady black eyes turned absently to the ground.

[WhitesilverQueen]

Ivywish nodded and picked up her pile as she walked back to camp.
@SpottedPaww

[SpottedPaww]

Originally Posted by Silverspot11

Ivywish nodded and picked up her pile as she walked back to camp.
@SpottedPaww

"... Gotta make sure you're being aware of your surroundings.. enemies can come from anywhere."

[WhitesilverQueen]

Ivywish nodded silently as she ducked into the camp entrance.
@SpottedPaww

[SpottedPaww]

Originally Posted by Silverspot11

Ivywish nodded silently as she ducked into the camp entrance.
@SpottedPaww

He Would drop his catches into the pile, turning back to RiverFur.

[Courage]

[honestly im happy that she got kikked out because if somthing didnt happen that was exiting like this i probably wouldve killed her off]

~Thunderpaw~

She sat in a makeshift nest proccesing what just happended. Kicked out of Thunderclan? How was that possible! Shed just been lost in the forest for a small amount of time. Its not like she did anything bad! She just didnt know her way around the territory. Her first mentor had gone missing her secont mentor had also gone missing so she realy haddnt gotten any training expept for nice warriors who trained her how to hunt. This is the worst thing ever! Somewhere there probably was somthing worse than getting kicked out of Thunderclan but she didnt know what that would be and even if she did she probably couldnt even imagine it. Welp this meant it was time to go find Wavepaw or another of her littermates.

[open]

[spade]

With all of ThunderClan's eyes focused on Nectarflame, Sunchaser had managed to slip out of camp. Silently he watched as three apprentices got kicked out, their warriors teary-eyed but turning away anyways. He was silent, holding his breath so as to not be heard. After the scent started to fade, the golden tabby finally emerged from the undergrowth gingerly. Emerald eyes cautiously found Thunderpaw, who appeared to have come back despite being tossed out of the border. "Hey, uh... I think you're not suppose to be here. You might want to leave, before those mean cats come back." Sure, they were Clanmates, but something about them twisted the tabby's heart. He felt sick watching them kick untrained apprentices out of the Clan, and the last thing he wanted was for them to find that one of them had wandered back.

@Ravenfrost' [ thought i'd throw sunchaser in here since thunderpaw is suppose to have left, but he doesn't want an "aggressive" clanmate to find them ^^ ]

[duskfire1]

 

Originally Posted by Naiad

Sundust swallowed thickly as he padded out into the territory, loosely following the scent of Larkfrost. He had such conflicting feelings about what he had just done, but he still felt it was right. Yes, he would have made that decision regardless of any other factors. It was.. difficult watching families break up. Upsetting. He himself had a strange, fragmented family, one which caused his heart to ache. Sometimes he missed his mother so much his chest hurt, so he certainly was not lacking in sympathy for these cats. However, if they loved their families then they would not be gone long. They would return, and this time be sure to do so through proper means. He understood it was sometimes difficult to do so, what with backlogged patrols and such leaving the borders empty for days. It was no surprise that some cats had waited so long, but still there was a way for things to be done.

Of course, the ginger tom blamed no one for this difficult situation, simply because no one was at fault. Aspenstar had inherited a broken clan, when she clearly was struggling with herself. And now Dogbark took the mantle, being criticized from day one. The deputy (leader?) hadn't even received his lives yet, and cats were calling for his removal. He still could not comprehend the cats that were crying out for Nectarflame to take on a position of authority, one that she clearly did not want nor would do well in, in Sundust's opinion. What enraged him even more were those calling out cats that were now acting with Nectarflame, accusing them of being suck-ups - typically strict loyalists, or the occasional wily warrior who could not make up their mind were the ones making these claims. Simply agreeing with Nectarflame's blanket statement that cats should not vanish, then simply reinsert themselves into clan-life absolutely did not mean they condoned Nectarflame's actions, nor how she went about executing the removal of these cats.

But alas, these irritations did not really mean much in total. He had much more pressing things to sort through, that this little walk would do nicely for. What first, what first.. And just like that, his mind was blank. He almost chuckled. If only he knew that all it took to clear his head was to actually address his problems, he would have stopped running from them long ago. Of course, this sudden emptiness did not last long, and his worries slowly leaked back into his consciousness. His sister, who he previously thought to be dead, appearing at the gathering and vanishing without a trace, leaving him wondering if he simply imagined it; his other sister, also vanishing; the whole convoluted situation with Dogbark and Nectarflame; Aspenstar's death, which he was still processing; his sudden epiphany at the Thunderwillow, his realization that he had his own opinions and voice to utilize; the prophecy... His thoughts came to a dead halt.

Ughuhhuhg, prophecies sucked. Very rarely did a prophecy happen without strife. Even the good prophecies, those which promised a "savior" or whatever else were foreboding; a future without grief would have no need for a savior. But here he was, in an unimaginable position in that he was the subject of a prophecy. It had felt like moons since Dogbark had pulled he and Rosepaw to the side the one early morning, yet felt like days ago at the same time. He should really speak with Rosepaw, see how the molly was holding up with keeping such a big secret. He himself struggled under the weight of it, though he had few that he'd like to tell. Cindersky, her guidance would be wonderful to have. His father, though the thought of telling him terrified Sundust, he felt he was obligated to. His mother... though he supposed she already knew. He wished he could speak to her. A thrill ran up the tom's spine as he realized that he may in fact speak with her again. Medicine cats would consult with Starclan, right? Though, his mother was merely a warrior, one who died young. There would be few reasons to speak with her, except perhaps a few selfish ones.

What would she think of him, following a mother's scent to ensure she had left her kits? No. That was not the full story, despite his brain's hardwired response of assuming he was doing the worst of things. In that particular scenario, Snowdust would certainly not approve. He was not chasing a mother away from her kits, he was being a loyal warrior. He was finally allowing himself to exercise his own free will, and for that he thought his mother might be proud. He hoped so. Surely his expressing his own opinions was more important to her than him doing what he thought she would do. He was not Snowdust, he was Sundust. Funnily enough, he felt more individual as Sundust than he did as Suncloud, though it had been moons since changing his name. Perhaps carrying that piece of her in his name helped him to detach his personality, the culmination of his being itself, from her.

He needed to speak with others. He needed to speak with Cindersky, with Dogbark, with Rosepaw, heck, even with Nectarflame, along with Starclan knows who else. He wished to speak with Shiningskies, he longed to heal his clan, even if that only meant through physical means. Perhaps it didn't need to be so dramatic, sharing his and Rosepaw's secret. Maybe it could be subtle, simply offering their help were it was needed. Certainly no cat would complain if they simply starting upkeeping the medicine cat den, collecting herbs, offering healing to those that needed it - and he was certain some did with how long the clan had gone without a medicine cat. He would speak to Rosepaw first, of course, and perhaps tell a few others, those whom he deemed to be close.

As he considered these things, he had kept a steady pace through the thin dusting of snowfall, taking little note of things he was passing. He was not searching for prey as of now, and was on Thunderclan territory, so there was no worry of other clans. But as the tom dove down this thought path of secrets and the future, a flash of color amongst the snow caught his eye. A thick-stemmed plant that split into two heads, one of which was dotted with purple spikes. The plant was a little weak, but still certainly a surprising find mid-leafbare. The tom leaned forward, delicately sniffing the plant and picking up a subtle, but pleasant fragrance. He hesitated, observing the plant and it's leaves. After a moment of deliberation, he decided it certainly could not hurt to collect, How many plants were still alive, much less potential herbs? Carefully, the tom scooped away the soil around it and lifted the plant, roots and all - after all, who knew which parts were useful? Certainly not him, not yet. And with his newly gathered plant, Sundust continued the rest of the way to the border.

@duskfire1 [in case you'd like to have Larkfrost bump into him, but feel free to ignore this otherwise ]

>> Larkfrost <<

She padded out of her home, feeling the uncertainty and grief shower over her like a heavy rain, gloomily looking around with hooded eyes to make sure she wasn't being followed. If she was, who cared. She'd fight, despite her age, she wasn't going to let anyone take her away from her kits. Sighing, she collapsed, her old bones aching and her mood lower than it ever was, which was surprising because she's been in some pretty tough spots before.

Inhaling slow, but deep breaths, she let her anger flow in. It broke down her cherished wall and crashed through her, revealing too many things she had kept hidden for such a long time. It revealed her wants, but flooded her needs. She wanted to tear someone apart, a feeling she hadn't felt in moons. She wanted to die, she wanted to race back to camp and take her kits away. She wanted to lecture Dogbark, but she also wanted to comfort him. She wanted to hiss endlessly at Shiningskies, and give Cindersky a warning that if she touched a hair on her kits pelt she'd be shredded. She wanted to leave and start her own clan, taking her friends and family with her, making sure nothing corrupt could reach them. She wanted to live forever, she wanted to race through rain on a freshly showered moor. She wanted to give up. She wanted to protect everyone she loved, and torture everyone she hated. She wanted to offer wise words to the kits of ThunderClan, she wanted to be young again and undo her mistakes. She wanted to fix her enemies wrongdoings and make then whole again, restoring the pieces that had broken for them. She wanted to restore her own broken pieces. She wanted to climb to the treetops and look over the lands, she wanted to cry. She wanted to cry. Crying, it was weird. She hadn't done it in moons, and if she could, she wouldn't. She had told Emberpaw it was good, and it was, but she had kept it bottled up so long that she just couldn't anymore.

Face rigid with pain and displeasure, she felt the grass below her tickle her short pelt, but she didn't move. It wasn't a bother compared to the other things she was facing right now. Be strong! I can't. Be brave! I can't. For once in her life, she couldn't do the things she had told herself to do for moons straight. She failed. She had given up. No, you can't give up. This time, she didn't respond to her thoughts. Had she given up? Or was she just being weak? Shaking her head she let out a hiss into the grass, giving it a ruffle as if tiny twolegs began to scatter. But they didn't go, they stayed. They didn't fly away with the wind. They may have been moved, but they stayed. Something she hadn't done for her family, her friends...

But most importantly, her clan.

Guilt ridden, she wallowed in her grief. Eyes dropping, she began to drown in thought, which was normally darkness, but this time, she saw nothing. Not even that welcoming veil of darkness that she normally saw. Now, she just saw nothing. A kind of... peace. It was peace. She had let those roaring thoughts and inner-demons out. Well, most of them. She could see patches of black against her lovely nothingness, but it was good enough. There weren't enough patches to envelop her as they normally did every night. She smiled, though her eyes were closed she looked down. Nothing. Except her paws of course, standing upon the graceful nothingness. She looked up, and saw nothing. Looked from side to side, seeing scattered bits of black, but for the most part;

Nothing.

She was about to get enveloped into a peaceful dream, grooming her kits and caring for her friends, when she heard a sound. Her eyes snapped open as she was on her paws in a heartbeat, ears perked and hackles raised. She was still on ThunderClan territory, so she could get shredded. But, she wasn't going to let herself get removed that easily.

Sighting some undergrowth, she shot under it, knowing her scent would be strong and easy to follow, but she didn't care. She had some form of shelter, and it was good enough for her. The aches in her bones subsided to the new energy, powered by determination and anger. Holding her breath, she watched through the leaves as she was crouched down, ready to pounce on the enemy.

Huh. Never thought I'd ever call a clanmate an enemy. She thought as she waited, hearing the pawsteps grow louder and closer, as she readied herself for an attack. Well, more like a hit and run. Depended on who it was if she was being honest.



(I'll take you up on that )