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Re: ThunderClan Clearing
✧–lambpaw;
he/him → a small, pale, curly-furred tom.
Loafing around in the clearing was nice. It was some much-needed rest from training, and it provided Lambpaw with ample reflection time in case he needed it. However, it was cut short. Watching as a tom padded towards him, a polite smile crawled up his features. He was tired, but he wasn't going to let that get the best of him. At Mushroomquiver's invitation, he stood. “'Course! I'd love to.” His reply was short as he awaited the warrior to lead him out of the camp. Where would they be hunting? He had yet to find out.
The Calico looked up from where his perch atop the Warriors Den was, he didn't want to go in, it was stuffy and he was pouting. Although he wouldn't tell another soul he was. Eyebrow's twitched as he was given orders...again. Granted this time around it was kind, and respectful, so he did what was asked. It just so happened there was still a bit of wet mud atop the warriors den, either because it had rained earlier, or because fate wished for him to wheeze a mudball at his sibling. Either way, he wouldn't look a giftbadger in the mouth.
Without even hesitating for a second, Spiderthroat picked up the Mud, and hucked it as hard as he could with his two paws towards Asterdance. Praying to any being that existed that it would hit the back of his siblings head, although, since his aim was still very wonky, it was understandable if it had hit the ground on either side of them as well. "What's up?" he asked, once the ball had been chucked, turning to look at Gentledoe with a deadpanned expression.
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Larchflame grumbled from where she had been seated as her name was called by Gentledoe. The calico molly had been feeling awful recently, her temper shorter than normal and her legs felt like she had well and truely slept on them wrong, if this was a patrol her patrol mates better be ready for her complaints. Because of this she hadn't been talking with Mushroomquiver as often, just so that he din't have her snapping at him when their relationship was already so strained.
She got to her paws and padded over to where the others were already gathering, curiosity prickling under her pain. Patrols had already been sent out by Alderstep today, so what exactly was Gentledoe bringing the six of them over for? Perhaps some kind of mission? Honestly, whatever it was didn't alluded Larchflame, "hm?" she replied, not bothering to word a sentence. This was either serious or something like patching up a den, and seeing how three apprentices were called over too she doubted the former.
Sighing forlornly, the small grey warrior paced back and forth near the entrance of camp with a restless look on her face. Her nest just... Wasn't the same without her little stash of pebbles, feathers, and shells that used to make half of it all lumpy and bumpy. It was far too... Cushy and open now.
Grey eyes glanced about at her clanmates as they continued their day-to-day activities. Who could she rope into an impromptu quest to find some more pretty things to hide away?... It couldn't be anycat that was too serious. Nor could it be somecat who would think her childish for pursuing such things... Maybe...
Her searching gaze landed on one of her... Rather enthusiastic clanmates.
Target acquired.
Skittering around the clearing to where Mudhound was, Mistheart quietly cleared her throat in an attempt to get their attention.
"Um... Hello Mudhound. Would you, uh... Be interested in helping me find some things?" she started, voice tentatively hopeful as she spoke. "I, uh... Lost all of my--well, the holes actually ate the entirety of my, um... stuff."
Flawless. Perfect pitch.
A small crooked smile cracked across her muzzle as she attempted to sell her frivolous task to the other warrior. Please, oh please want to come...
Today Mudhound was becoming a mud-cat.
Weeeell that wasnt entirely true, they were more like a dirt-cat right now, and was actively fumigating the clearing with their nonsense as their pelt steadily became a more monochrome brown.
It wasnt even hard to accomplish, the tripod had just got to digging in a corner creating a lovely little ditch of loose dirt and started rolling in it like a happy hog. Heheheheh hog-dog-cat. And yeah, sure it was creating a verifyable cloud sure to send anyone in proximity into a sneezing fit but wasnt that worth it to let Mudhound not have to go to the medicine cat for what they were pretty sure was a growing flea issue? Yes. Yes it was. The dirt was sure to kill the fleas like it'd done in the past, the maine coon mix was no longer itchy, and the medicine cats were not distracted. Win Win Win with a liiiitle bit of asthma and dust.
So thats what Mudhound was doing when Mistheart approached, rolling with happy grunts only to blink, flipped upside-down, at the other warrior when she spoke. Still though, they didnt seem that upset by here ask, tail starting to thump against the ground as they grinned back at the molly. Couldnt help it, as soon as someone else smiled Mudhound couldnt help but beam back.
"So do you want me to help dig up the old stuff or find something new? Im good at digging! And trying to discover new stuff sounds fun to! I'd be happy to help!"
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SpookGaze looked around the camps clearing, his deep blue eyes scanning for anything to do, or anyone of his clanmates to take notice of him. The scar running across his left shoulder was what his eyes focused on in the end. Maybe if he wasn't so scary looking others wouldn't be so distant.
"So many scars, and yet I never even fought anyone..." He would mutter to himself. He was covered in these strange scars from birth, and yet the birth defect never hindered his ability's. He was just as capable as the rest of his littermates. He always thought of himself as more of the person who never wanted to hurt anyone, no matter what they've done or plan on doing. (OPEN)
Last edited by Creepy_Spooky_Guy; July 2nd, 2023 at 03:01 PM.
Blegh. Bugs. Dreams about bugs were even worse. Exiting the apprentices den with a rigorous shake of her head was Flightpaw, a grumpy scowl already plastered across her face. Green eyes darted around the camp in search of the prey pile and a yawn parted her jaws as she trotted over to it. There wasn't really anything good as she nosed through it, but soon the scent of vole washed over her and made her mouth tingle. Her jaws clamped down on the creature as she removed it from the pile and brought it back with her to the edge of the clearing, settling down and taking a bite.
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