Sheepkit sat in the camp. Sulking into his own frosty coat, he let out a sigh of boredom. Sheepkit so bored. He looked around for something interesting to do. Looking towards the frosty forest, she slowly sat up. It wouldn't hurt to explore, right? She slowly headed towards the camp entrance.
~ Lioncrest ~
The tiniest of footfalls pulled the agitated tom out of his consistent glaring into the frosted landscape outside the camp entrance. Amber eyes flicked downwards and settled on a rather curious looking kit; one far too young to be poking their nose out of camp without supervision.
"And where do you think you're going?" the large golden tom rumbled, attempting to stuff away his agitation and adjusting his position to peer downwards so he could properly speak to the young cat that had appeared beside him. "It's far too cold for you to be out of the nursery, nevermind outside of the camp walls."
Awaiting their response, Lioncrest flicked his bushy tail out from behind him to lie across the exit to their camp. A clear statement that this was as far as the kit's exploration would go today, but leaving an open opportunity for them to continue conversation.
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“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
Sheepkit looked over towards the Warrior who approached him. Sheepkit really wanted to explore... Sheepkit sat down and sulked. Really all he could do, trying to make a run for it would be hopeless. Sheepkit was clumsy, and they would tumble down and get in even more trouble.
Shaking his pelt to fight off the cold, he looked up at Lioncrest. "Why not? Sheepkit really wanna go...." Why do grown-ups always have to stop Sheepkit's fun... Sheepkit gave Lioncrest a disappointed face before waiting for his response.
Sheepkit... An interesting choice of name. Not one he would have chosen for a warrior, but he would have his own kits to impart such things on at a later date.
Whiskers twitched in amusement as the young cat plopped down and began to pout and make an effort to brave the weather. He would indulge this little one for a time, but he would have to ensure they did not catch a cold on his watch. He didn't want an angry queen on his case.
"You will be given the chance to explore with your mentor once you are an apprentice... Which may seem like a long time to wait, however you will be much better equipped to handle the forest than you are now. There are many dangers that lurk throughout the woods in the sparseness of Leafbare."
Peering down at his small companion, the large fluffy tom could not immediately tell how old this cat was. All kits tended to look the same age until they were just about ready for apprenticehood, and he was (by comparison) much larger than them.
Sheepkit pouted for a moment before getting bored of that and looking up. He was getting quite cold now as more frost began sticking to his pelt. He shook his fur once more before looking back up at Lioncress with a hopeful glance.
"What kind of dangers?" Really, what Sheepkit was doing was grooming a story out of the older cat. He really didn't want to be bored. Being scared was better than sitting around in boredom. Though he clearly knew what dangers there were, that's why he wanted to go out and explore! Experience the fun warriors face every day. It's no fair he has to stay stuck up in here when it's so cold. He'll just freeze to death in the nursery anyway.
If he wanted to die anywhere,
It would not be anywhere near his excuse for a Family.
He couldn't help but feel like they were as boring as a pile of rocks. His mom was as hard as a rock, his dad was as stationary as a rock, and his siblings were as dull as rocks. His family was as uneventful as a pile of rocks.
Ospreypaw purred even louder as he felt Spiderthroat's front paws wrap around him, he buried himself in the side of the warrior, taking in his warmth his eyes closed as he purred before spoke, purrs still rumbling, "Yes I'm alive." it felt...nice to say those words after so long of not being home.
He didn't want to separate from the hug so he just moved so he could speak to Spiderthroat, someone who stood in as his father before...well everything happened, "I'm...sorry I disappeared like that...I don't know what happened."
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Hulk Smash
Was he dreaming? Was it real, Ospreypaw truly in his arms at this moment? The breath against his fur, the faintly familiar scent, mingled with the unknown of the outside. It was him, it was his Ospreypaw. His hug growing tighter as the Deputy aimed to wrap his tail around the Apprentice as well. The only thing keeping him from digging his claws in was the broken up sentence, rumbled apart by the purring of the younger.
Chuffs coming from the Calico as he rested his head atop the brown tom. "It doesn't matter. You're here now." he gruffed, voice barely above a whisper. For the first time in moons, he felt somewhat full again. A panging he'd felt chipping away at him slowing. Although still there. Of course it would be, he only had Ospreypaw right now.
"Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need food?" he asked once he realized, yes. Yes they were there, and that he was awake. It wasn't a dream. Going from happy (although you couldn't quite tell unless you squinted) to serious in seconds flat. Pulling himself away from the Apprentice as he looked around for some prey.
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Spiderthroat is the Deputy of ThunderClan
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Beachkit -
"Hehehehehe..."
A tiny, very sneaky giggle rose from a conspicuous pile of trapped leaves in the corner. Wind gusts of winter had blown them into a haphazard stack perfect for a still-small-enough Beachkit to wriggle inside. Hunkered down and careful to avoid movement, he waited in a hunting crouch for the opportune moment.
Only a set of beady eyes could be spotted between red-orange leaf scraps. He was the leaf pile now. Disguised. Completely invisible to the rest of ThunderClan camp.
He scanned each potential victim that came by, wonderfully unaware of what danger awaited within the dislodged underbrush. Little did they know! Anticipation brought him almost as much excitement as the inevitable explosion, but then--
Then, it happened. A leaf's edge tickled the side of his nostril, and he could feel an incoming sneeze. Panic set in. He needed to go. Time was running short. His cover would be ruined.
Beachkit just barely had the chance to choose the nearest cat before the sneeze ripped from him, and leaves burst in every direction to coincide with his dash from the pile. A war cry and a powerful spring later, he was a missile launching toward Wolfpaw's side.
Wolfpaw had been doing busywork around camp, generally just tidying the place up so it seemed presentable. Bumba seemed busy and he had yet to see another warrior available to take him training, so this just served to fill the void in his life.
When he was finished with his makeshift tasks, he eyed the fresh-kill pile suspiciously before deciding it'd be best to wait until he was out hunting. After being poisoned, Wolfpaw didn't like eating food when he didn't know where it was found. Anything near RiverClan was strictly off limits.
So instead, he headed along the edge of camp to find a place to lay down, watch, observe. Maybe something would catch his interest.
As he passed the leaf pile, he thought he heard the slightest of rustling - but pushed it away as the wind. Infrequently, little gusts of wind would surge through the clearing - and a slight breeze tickled his fur. But his theory was quickly proven wrong when the leaves EXPLODED, and he visibly jumped with surprised. Fur puffed like a ruptured cattail, he didn't have time to process what was happening before something was tackling him - knocking him clean off his paws.
Wolfpaw tumbled to the ground with a squeak, but was quick to burst into laughter once he realize it was a kit. A goofy little creampop, with leaf scraps still clinging to their fur. "Oh no, you got me!!!"
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