ThunderClan Stormcrest

[sylvia26]

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RoseMouse
➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ "My claws work ta same even without ta leg" ࿐ྂ
She-cat | 57 moons old | ThunderClan Elder


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she scoffed, upset the traitor wasn't murdered there...that be a show...he got up and decided to limp her way out of camp, she needed a walk...she was not aware that a clanmate was following her.
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[don't mind my little drama here-]

[crow.]

Hickorysmoke
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Wood Nymph ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/They | Warrior | 30 moons | Thunderclan
``Theres A Beautiful Sadness That Runs Through Him``

Purrks: HP; Sight [PERM ACTIVE] Ultimate Predator [INACTIVE] Killer Aptitude T2 [INACTIVE]
Herbal Knowledge (T1) [PERM ACTIVE]
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Hickorysmoke laid down, stretching with a smile. He winced slightly at the pain. "Already did. She said it'll be scarred but ill be okay. And thank you, we had a bit of help from riverclan, and spiderthroat was really the big hitter." He nodded, ignoring the fact that he had the killing blow to an otter than had caused risingstorm trouble.

The lean, brown tom gave a calm half-smile at them as he watched the group. His sharp gold gaze watchful. "Thank you for that Mountaintalon. It was a rough battle. Nothing near the first patrol though."
@kailie // @Star // @dino.

[Beaan]

- Wolf Fadingpaw -
- He/They - 15 Moons - ThunderClan Apprentice -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Fading is not out as demi yet !!

cw; self-hate, negative thoughts, mild ptsd

It was over. Wolfpaw-no. Fadingpaw watched as the leader stumbled to the otter, taking a chunk out before stumbling back into the medicine den. But fadingpaw remained frozen to the camp floor, tears streaming down their face. Haze, the only cat who bothered to support him, was exiled. He was stripped of the name that was the only thing remaining of his family, and he would never get it back. He didn't deserve it anyway.

Skies above, he really hoped haze would be okay. Shakily, fadingpaw got to his three paws, fur bristled. He could hear the voices. Talking about him. Judging him. His paws were heavy as he slowly made his way back into the apprentice den. They wanted to get away from the constant reminder of his former den, but not like this.

Not like this.

[ @/dino. ]

[Mr_Possessive]

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Thorn-Crowned Amazon☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Pineblossom-☆
[She/Her]
{33 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pineblossom watched on with a stone cold expression. Maplehaze really had the gall to stand by the former medicine cat's side and act like he had any sort of moral superiority here? Pathetic really. This wasn't a bully situation. Fadingpaw had murdered Bumblestar, whether indirectly or intentionally, due to his neglect. The queen could tell he regretted it from the tears streaming down his face, but it was too late for regret now.

The she-cat's shoulder throbbed quietly, causing her mild discomfort as she sat, so she slunk down into a laying position. She turned to look at Flintclaw, fully intending on sharing a glare of irritation with the tom. He surely would've had the same anger as her at being called practically a bystander by a cat defending a murderer. "Pathetic," she growled as she watched Maplehaze walk out of the ThunderClan camp.

@namen_roodles

[sleepyyjax]

Hornetpaw
She/Her | Silver Tongue T1 | 10 Moons | #BugFamily
Header: sushisiu

Waiting. All this waiting. It was too much for her - she couldn't stand it. Claws scratched against the ground, unsure of what else to do. Then, a noise. Her father's ragged form appeared in the camp entrance. Well, she could only assume it to be her father. He was red, not white. And the smell... Hornetpaw grimaced. She felt sick to her stomach. But why? Dad had just won. He's just triumphed over the otters, so why does she feel bad? It didn't make any sense, so, Hornetpaw pushed back the feeling, and joined the crowd of siblings, slowly forming around her father. She wasn't sure she wanted to try eating otter, but maybe she'd give it a try later, after the rest of the vlan tested it out.

Cicadapaw was probably still on at him, asking him to rest. She suppressed an eye roll. Worrying over your fathers is normal, after all - everyone just did it in different ways. Still, Dad had won, right? He'd shown them who's boss, without any rest, because he didn't need it. This seemed pretty clear to her. The apprentice strutted up with an air of confidence, though, the facade was easily seen by those who paid attention: in her flattened ears. As she got closer, the stench of blood grew stronger - she tried her hardest to ignore it, but it really was making her queasy. "Dad!" She called, though her voice wavered. "You did it!" She wanted to give him a head butt of somehting, but she couldn't stand to get any of that blood on her pelt.

[kairosclerosis]

(the quasar is now visible to anyone nearby. it does in fact know this, but if spotted and especially if provoked will not stay for much longer! beware of ominous messages that probably won’t mean anything(?). do with this information what you will.)


THE QUASAR
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Starclan, The Quasar looked horrid.
Well, so did everyone else. Except.. Starclan cats, or whatever it itself was, were meant to look good — happy, peaceful, perfect. The Quasar was none of those. Well, actually it was definitely the last one. Obviously it was perfect. And it always was!

Even if it did look.. rather dishevelled when not in dreams. If only that wish on the moon also made it look good too..
Still, The Quasar sat there between bushes, on the outskirts of the space below the Stormcrest. Its leaking eyes wandered across the small spot, silver-blue blood dripping down its fur.
Every few moments, it’d attempt to wipe away these extremely macabre tears. It didn’t work, obviously. But at least The Quasar tried to keep itself looking good. Unlike some cats..

Its mind was starting to wander again. What was it even doing here again? Oh, right. One — for fun; but also two — to get away from those pesky Starclan cats. So hard to please, those little kittypet-esque flea-fests.

The Quasar sighed quietly. It didn’t come out as a proper ‘sigh’, however. More of a small, distorted growl. It sat there, watching and waiting. Hopefully nobody would bother it, though it definitely knew its reputation. Even hiding between the bushes, The Quasar’s bright glow wouldn’t help to deflect prying eyes. And if it didn’t get out of there quickly, those hypothetical eyes would get ANGRY.

The Quasar didn’t want to repeat its last few misadventures, however entertaining they were.

[open!]

[namen_roodles]

FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Ah, so Maplehaze was the kind to try moral superiority, was he? What moral superiority did he have over the rest of the clan, over Bumblestar, when it came to sheer, unadulterated negligence? Flintclaw rolled his eyes. What ground did that ex-warrior have to stand on? None. It would've been fitting if the ground in the clearing crumbled beneath his paws as he fled from camp and sucked him in. Flintclaw knew better than to believe the desperate whines of a traitor.

The other one... Fadingpaw. Flintclaw still felt like worm would've been better, but it would do. He would fade away from any clan memory in time, perhaps. The foolish apprentice sat there and cried for a moment longer, as Pineblossom's comment reached him, ear twitching in acknowledgement. Absolutely pathetic. He couldn't agree more. No sympathy could be held for such atrocities. The kind of atrocities that led to the death of his own father. He almost wondered what use medicine cats even were when they failed so many times just in his own lifetime. Wait until he finds out about Hollowpaw.

Flintclaw shuffled to the side to ensure he did not impede Bumblestar's path to rip a chunk of meat from the otters. He watched her disappear into the medicine cat den, head canted slightly. How long, he wondered, would it be until she would recover from such terrible care? She disappeared into the dark den and his eyes wandered away to follow the disgraced 'paw into the apprentice den. "Here's hoping Spiderthroat rips him apart when he fails a basic apprentice lesson." The dark tabby growled low to Pineblossom. Redemption was not something he saw as a real option. The fool had killed his leader. He had almost killed the rest of the patrol. A deputy should never have needed to step up to guide a group for healing anyone.

Before he had even finished that thought, a familiar, white pelt caught his eye. It was back! Pale eyes narrowed and fur bristled. He remembered seeing it before. He remembered Risingstorm's words. A hiss exited his throat painfully as fangs flashed. "Risingstorm, it's back!" He shouted for the head hornet. It had been moons, now, since he had spotted it that day at Willow's rise. He stood and stalked closer, the grinding sensation in his chest forcing him to move slowly as his tail lashed. He unsheathed his claws and glared at the... thing. Whatever it was. He still refused to acknowledge the idea of spirits wandering around.

@Spider - Risingstorm | @Mr_Possessive - Pineblossom | @kairosclerosis - Quasar

[SuspiciousMindz]

Entity CANNOT be seen by anyone but The Quasar here!

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[Treetiger] | Entity
​ThunderClan Medicine Cat | ThunderClan Entity
Silver Tongue T1 | Monkey's Paw [active] | Worldweaver T2 | Nightmare Fuel T2 | Ghostbuster
​{ #PopularMonster }

She'd only just finished her task in the Medicine Cat den and listend to whatever Bumblestar had to say. However, her fur prickled as the presence of her friend stirred her attention. She'd glance at the wall -- well to others it appeared that way -- but Entity was hovering there, its shadow vibrating, unable to take a proper form. 'What's wrong?'

Her eyes shifted towards the den entrance momentarily. Then... something else seemed to call to her. Her fur bristled and she could feel Entity growing aggravated. It fed off her mind, but also this odd presence within the camp. Being that of the Dark Forest, Entity despised the presence of other spirits, especially those that radiated StarClan. It grew, looming over the Bengal, gripping onto her aggressively as she approached the entrance. BAD. BAD. ENEMY. WHERE. "I'll be right back..." A simple statement to Spiderthroat and whomever else cared to listen. [ @Starfall ]

Once by the Stormcrest, the screaming began. Her head throbbed and she physically winced. To make matters worse, a glowing light was radiating from the bushes. Treetiger hissed, not caring if it drew attention to herself or the spirit. This was bad. Bad. Very bad. Entity growled, a noise only Treetiger and The Quasar could hear. It was deep, rumbling, the sounds of many Dark Forest souls bellowing across the camp. It loomed over Treetiger, forcing her paws to move towards it, regardless of it her mind told her to stop. She couldn't control it. Her paws were thundering across the ground in moments, but she'd skid to a halt a mere few tail-lengths from this spirit. Her friend didn't like them... they were bad.

"YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!"

Ghostbuster Activated
A yowl. A green flag. Entity growled again, closing the distance between The Quasar and Treetiger. In one fell swoop, mocked claws swept across the air directly at the spirit. It'd leave a mark, even if temporary. The swipe was followed by the looming shadow "opening" up and engulfing the Quasar with a horrible scream. The spirit couldn't escape. It would send this spirit back to where it came. A haunting laughter would echo throughout Treetiger's mind. The laughter would echo in their mind, too.

A violent gust of wind followed the slicing motion and movement. To anyone else, Treetiger looked absolutely crazy. If they saw the spirit, then it would appear her yowl was enough to send it back to hell. Either way, The Quasar would be gone. With both the Entity and The Quasar disappearing at once, her headache eased up. Enough that she could take in her surroundings, again. Enough that she was noticing cats staring.

Treetiger would quickly slip back to the Medicine Cat Den. She'd answer no questions. If they wanted answers, they'd have to seek her out, themselves.


It was a warning.
There was only room for one weird paranormal presence in this camp.

@kairosclerosis | @namen_roodles | @Spider

[Star]

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Mothflame
Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 29 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly

Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE] • Killer Aptitude T3 [INACTIVE] • Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Just a Scratch [Permanently Active]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

Something within Mothflame jumped at Mountaintalon's smile. It was nothing much, but it still meant something to her.
... What is she saying? Cats smile all the time. It isn't anything special. Anyways.

"Rough battle indeed. I'm glad you made it out alive, though. Bugger's messed my leg up quite a bit but I'll live." The she-cat let out a huff of laughter, trying to make light of the situation. She spared Fadingpaw nothing more than a glance before turning her attention back to the group. "Haven't talked to you in a hot while, Silverleopard. Been up to anything? How 'bout you two?" The last question aimed for Mountaintalon and Hickorysmoke.

{ @kailie | @dino. | @crow. }

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[Spider]

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»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««

Rising was sitting near the nursery cleaning his pelt as he looked at his chest wound, still stung, but it was feeling better now. Then he heard bumblestar, she was not happy. The hornet looked up eyes locked onto the leader, she looked awful only being held up with pure anger when she called for wolfpaw. To be honest risingstorm didnt know what wolfpaws fate would be, exile maybe? He had no clue, so he would just wait and see.

Once the apprentice had made his way out in front of the leader cowering below her as he said something. The hornet watched as maplehaze came to comfort wolfpaw- That was a bad move, Its like
hitting the beehive of a fallen hive. It wont end well. His gaze turned back to wolfpaw and the leader watching on Wolfpaw had said stars no what, and bumblestar didnt like it.. He watched as the leaders Clawstore across the apprentice's muzzle leaving deep wounds and blood dripping below the brown tom. The hornet watched as the following event unfolded. Maplehaze exiled, wolf-fadingpaws name being changed, you name it it what chaotic.

Risingstorm watched on when he heard his name called, he hadnt been focused on anything else till flintclaw called his name snapping his head over he saw the spirt and spat the hell he stood up and opened his mouth to speak when treetiger stepped in she looked mad more mad than hes ever seen from a cat except bumblestar. His gaze turned to the spirit that seemed to vanish. Risingstorm sighed giving a nod to flintclaw as he watch treetiger turn back into the medics den. Risingstorm sighed he didnt feel like taking a seat right now.
@namen_roodles

@suspisiousmindz