ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[Clock Dragonshifter]

~Wishkit~(OPEN)
The black kit floped on her back throwing the feather in the air, the kit had found waysof entertaining herself be it feathers or chasing her tail, though she much preferred playing with other kits.


~Silentclover~(unopen rn still trying to find out what to do with her I just don't want her going missing qwq)
The she-cat lay sleeping

[Rizo]

Emberpaw shuffled from the apprentice den, tail low. She padded to the fresh-kill pile and chose a small mouse for herself before moving to the edge of the clearing and settling down. She knew she should eat, but forcing herself to do so was hard after everything that had happened.

[ Open ]

[Ian]

Shiningskies's ear twitched when Robinbloom padded over and she gave a nod of thanks at the news. "Thank you, Robinbloom. I know it was hard to make apprentice's leave, but it had to be done. They need to know they can't just come and go as they please in this Clan, they are training to be warriors and need to begin acting like it," she said firmly, assuring herself as much as she was the other warrior.

@~Gale~ [Sorry it's late ]

The ginger molly stood up as Nectarflame began to climb down the Thunderwillow in a clear signal that the meeting was over and began to pad away when a voice called her name. She turned and was slightly surprised to see it was Nectarflame who called out to her as she had thought the warrior would have gone straight off to deal with Bumblepaw.

"I--" she begins to say, but stops has the Bengal's words fully registered in her head. Whatever she had been expecting, it certainly hadn't been this. Before she could say anything Nectarflame had already begun to trot off in search of another cat. "Thank you, that means a lot," she called after the other warrior, unsure if it would be heard or not, but glad to have said it all the same.

@implimm

[brave]

Chaos had erupted and, well, in true Paintedfeather fashion he had missed all of it. Padding up to a meeting that was already splitting off into separate groups and discussions the dilute calico chuckled to himself. Tension still crackled like electricity in the air as pelts bristled and claws dug in the dirt. What a time to be alive, truly. He hadn't felt this alive, this much passion, since his apprentice days which were far behind him. From what he could tell, however, by lending his ear to those still lingering and speaking was that several Clanmates had been tossed out. For what reasons, he had not a single starting clue - but such was life as a warrior who was barely part of the Clan to begin with.

"Must've not been that important if not every warrior was wrangled up," he shrugged and turned to pad away from the Thunderwillow, tail swishing behind up against the dusty ground.

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by Songwing

(So sorry weekend got busy)
Nightsong
Nightsong gave a worried look up at Ivy but also a slight blush at his new nickname. "Nighty?" He asked.

"Um... Yeah." Bluefox mumbles, lowering his eyes.
"Oh, thanks for telling me." Ivythorn mews, glaring at Nightsong.

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by RiztheHuntress

Emberpaw shuffled from the apprentice den, tail low. She padded to the fresh-kill pile and chose a small mouse for herself before moving to the edge of the clearing and settling down. She knew she should eat, but forcing herself to do so was hard after everything that had happened.

[ Open ]

Charpaw pads to Emberpaw's side. "Um, hello. I seen that you... You looked sad. May I ask why?" The cat asks gently, lowering their gaze.
'Yeah, Char, why act like you're protective all the time...?!' He thinks to itsself.

[Rizo]

Originally Posted by Howlpaw+

Charpaw pads to Emberpaw's side. "Um, hello. I seen that you... You looked sad. May I ask why?" The cat asks gently, lowering their gaze.
'Yeah, Char, why act like you're protective all the time...?!' He thinks to itsself.

Emberpaw looked up from her mouse at the other apprentice.
"Why... am I s-sad?" She murmured, mildly surprised at the question. She quickly snuffed out the wave of anger that rose inside her.
Maybe they just don't know...
"Well... Our leader is dead, and my closest friend, my mother's friend from when we joined the clan, was basically exiled... I... I m-miss them," she said through a snuffle. "I don't exactly h-have a lot of cats I can rely on... They k-k-keep being t-taken from m-me," she mewed quietly, looking back at the mouse that she had yet to touch.

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by RiztheHuntress

Emberpaw looked up from her mouse at the other apprentice.
"Why... am I s-sad?" She murmured, mildly surprised at the question. She quickly snuffed out the wave of anger that rose inside her.
Maybe they just don't know...
"Well... Our leader is dead, and my closest friend, my mother's friend from when we joined the clan, was basically exiled... I... I m-miss them," she said through a snuffle. "I don't exactly h-have a lot of cats I can rely on... They k-k-keep being t-taken from m-me," she mewed quietly, looking back at the mouse that she had yet to touch.

Charpaw lets out a oft string of curses under her breath as he sits own beside the other cat. Emberpaw. "I... I would like to be your friend. I do not have any." Charpaw offers, the pangender cat looking straight at Emberpaw.

[Rizo]

Originally Posted by Howlpaw+

Charpaw lets out a oft string of curses under her breath as he sits own beside the other cat. Emberpaw. "I... I would like to be your friend. I do not have any." Charpaw offers, the pangender cat looking straight at Emberpaw.

"I d-d-don't think that's a g-good idea," she said sadly, orange tail wrapping around her paws. "Anyone who g-gets close to me gets h-hurt." She strained to keep the flashbacks at bay, wincing as they began to flash through her mind and then subsided.

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by RiztheHuntress

"I d-d-don't think that's a g-good idea," she said sadly, orange tail wrapping around her paws. "Anyone who g-gets close to me gets h-hurt." She strained to keep the flashbacks at bay, wincing as they began to flash through her mind and then subsided.

Charpaw nods slowly. The smaller cat, the color of coal nods. It's not like he'll ever meet a cat who'd want to be her friend. Not like they'll ever find a true love.
"Well, I guess that's fine. Can we at least be acquaintances?" He asks Emberpaw.