Watching around she grew more and more eager to see het son snd what might have happened to her precious clan. It was awful to be so so clueless on what might have happened. After a while she had gotten distracted with her thoughts not hearing a cat move towards her. She flinched a bit and starred on to see Shiningskies. After the comment she felt embarrassed. She did smell like a kittypet and she hated it.
"Yeah. I was taking just a normal stroll around the territory and right as I got a little too close to the outskirts, which I didn't mean to go I was caught in this silver shiny thing(cage). I was taken to their territory. I tried to escape numerous times, but the shiny thing was too heavy. There were other cats. Not clan cats rogues and loners. Then another two-leg came and I was transported in a monster to another location.", she meowed, telling her everything. Well she had one more thing to say, but she needed a breath. After she took a breath she was ready to finish. "I did try to escape the next location, which they put this nasty thing atound my neck, but they had this long stick with bristles on the bottom and the hit me with it to get away from the tall thing keeping me in.", she finished.
The entire time you could hear that she was telling the truth. She shivered at the thought. Her fur had been taken out by herself from all the stress she had gone through.
Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
Bumblekit smiled. "Thanks". The she-kit was right. With all the worry thrust on him from this past moon, he had begun to take things way to seriously. It wasn't like he was going to get in trouble for loosing or anything. Shivering as he touched the snow-cold moss ball with his hands, he rolled it across the floor and back to Brightkit, watching as it swerved in a zigzag motion before once again landing at her feet. For the first time since his father disappearance, he was having fun with someone other than just himself.
☼ Brightkit (she/her) ☼
➢ “You’re welcome,” The young tortoiseshell meowed with a kind-hearted smile upon her expression, “It’s really fun playing with you!” Brightkit meant that with all her heart, having a blast spending time with another kitten in the nursery like this. She had promised her mother, Silentclover, that she’d focus on playing with other kittens and not get too worried about the drama within Thunderclan that was happening these days. Brightkit watched once more as the mossball rolled over to her, seeing it move in such a cool way across the nursery floor. She pondered for a moment, wondering how to make this game more fun. “Ooo, how about we take this game outside?” The Thunderclan kitten exclaimed, glancing towards the nursery entrance, “I heard some queens talking about how the snow is finally melting, so it shouldn’t be too cold to play out there!”
~Wishkit~
The Black kit sat in the shadows of the nursery her golden eyes peering out as she spotted Bumblekit, the small kit leaped from the shadows as she playfully pounced on the other kit with a smile. "stop looking all worried! If it's about what's going on outside I'm sure the warriors will handle it!" the kit mewed hopefully as she put on her best smile for the worried kit.
- Bumblekit -
Just before he was about to get up and look for a mossball, he heard a voice coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw a small, black she-cat standing before him.
“What do you mean there is nothing to worry about!”, he exclaimed. ”My father and siblings haven’t come back, Aspenstar’s dead, and now Dawnstar’s here! The entire clan is in shambles!”
Just before he was about to get up and look for a mossball, he heard a voice coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw a small, black she-cat standing before him.
“What do you mean there is nothing to worry about!”, he exclaimed. ”My father and siblings haven’t come back, Aspenstar’s dead, and now Dawnstar’s here! The entire clan is in shambles!”
~Wishkit~
The small black kit continued to smile at Bumblekit, "I'm sure your family is fine they're probably just busy! As you said Dawnstar is here and Thunderclans in shambles, I'm sure they're trying to fix it!" she mewed as cheerful as possible. "I don't have a family but you do and im sure they'd do anything to get Thunderclan running again! So stop worrying!" She added nudging Bumblekit as her feathery white tail swayed slightly. "you need a distraction, so how about a game?" she asked.
Archkit shakes their head. "I have already ate." The cat says slowly. "But thank you." They say, looking at Timberwolf's large paws. Archkit's breathing quickens slightly and they close their eyes. Large paws, large paws. Their face suddenly goes peaceful and the skinny cat looks up at Timberwolf. The small kit hates eye contact, but are willing to do it only if the cat they do it with is kind to them. "Now that I think about it... I want to be a strong warrior." They murmur and bite into the scrawny mouse. 'I do not think cats understand me as much as I wish they did, but I could learn to like some of the cats here. Cats like Timberwolf.' They think to themself.
The kit's emotional reaction towards his paws didn't go unnoticed by Timberwolf, and he winced, wrapping his bushy, scalded tipped tail around his paws in an attempt to hide them and to not cause the kit anymore further distress. This kit seemed to be seasoned in emotions, albeit still a scrap of a cat. But wasn't Timberwolf laying next to the burnt corpses of his father and sister, learning that his mother would never be buried because she was burned to ashes? Unless this kit had gone through that, he wouldn't be sympathetic. The large tom instead smiled a bit at Archkit's confession. ''Well I'm sure you'll be a great warrior.'' Not because of a measly mouse. Timberwolf was one of the smallest kits in the nursery, and then his apprenticeship... he just grew. Grew past the normal size. And now he was huge. Whoops. And it was all unintentional, he didn't really eat much before the series of growth spurts. He opened his mouth to ask where the kit's mother was, then closed it. Cats asked him that when he was a kit too, which brought on a series of tears, then dry heaves, then anger. So instead, he said, ''How are you today, Archkit?''
Cinderpaw's face curled into an unrestrained snarl as she glared after the departing bengal. She was sick of this random warrior acting all high and mighty - she had no right to talk about foolishness, especially coming from her of all cats! Did Nectarflame forget that she wasn't a leader? Probably. "What the hell is wrong with her?! She's sooooo focused on how Thunderclan is fallin' into ruin, but where was she when Riverclan attacked? When Whitewolf died? I participated more in that mess, and I was a kit!" She spat, having half a mind to march after her and give Nectarflame another piece of her mind. "I can't just calm down when we're being disrespected like this! And she called me Bumblepaw's friend! We are not friends."
The end of her tirade sounded somewhat insincere - but she'd moved on too quickly for her to realize. "Hunting lesson. Please. Someone should tell her it would be more productive to finally teach the apprentices than whatever damn power trip she wants to go on next." At that, Cinderpaw dropped into a tense hunting crouch, muscles bunched and claws ready to tear into something. Cinderpaw was desperate take her anger out.
The young molly plodded slowly back into the territory. Her search for her father was failed. She was ashamed, to have left and then came back without having found her father. But she realized, albeit reluctantly, that she was in fact parentless and if he truly loved her and her sibling, wouldn't have left. Stupid tom. She had gone through two mothers, one murdered by Lionstorm and the other left the Clan. Which was worse, watching your mother die or having your mother die then come back to life and then leave the Clan? Whitewolf abandoned her, just as she was trusting her. If Rainypaw and Bumblepaw were here, they'd be the only family she had left. Whitewolf was her second chance at a mother, and she left. So it was Dogspirit all along, it was always Dogspirit. No one else was her mother. She could go without her Mom. A fat rodent (hamster ) clamped in her jaws, she quickened her pace, praying her brother and sibling were still around.
[ @tulle ew, I know this is terrible don't judge me ]
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The young molly plodded slowly back into the territory. Her search for her father was failed. She was ashamed, to have left and then came back without having found her father. But she realized, albeit reluctantly, that she was in fact parentless and if he truly loved her and her sibling, wouldn't have left. Stupid tom. She had gone through two mothers, one murdered by Lionstorm and the other left the Clan. Which was worse, watching your mother die or having your mother die then come back to life and then leave the Clan? Whitewolf abandoned her, just as she was trusting her. If Rainypaw and Bumblepaw were here, they'd be the only family she had left. Whitewolf was her second chance at a mother, and she left. So it was Dogspirit all along, it was always Dogspirit. No one else was her mother. She could go without her Mom. A fat rodent (hamster ) clamped in her jaws, she quickened her pace, praying her brother and sibling were still around.
[ @tulle ew, I know this is terrible don't judge me ]
Cindersky
Numb. From the bottom of her paw pads to the tips of her ears. Cindersky was unsure what emotions to feel, her heart having hardened into stone after the past day or two. ShadowClan was taking control of camp, Dawnstar was occupying the space meant only for the leaders of ThunderClan, and her foul-smelling soilders were placed everywhere she looked. Peace and solitude was no longer an option within the camp walls, and it choked the senior warrior until she could no longer stand it and had to leave. She hated being away from camp, but clearing her mind and re-centering her focus was vital in her quest to figure out a way to save her home from the destruction it was inevitably facing.
Thoughtful paws brought her through the thick of ThunderClan territory, nose twitching to try and pick up on any prey scents. But what came to her was not prey, but that of a loner encroaching. Already having had to deal with Spiderthroat, Cindersky found herself to be a lot more frustrated than normal at realizing their territory was being disrespected. Her movements picked up with a sense of urgency as she slipped past the trees, finally coming to a stop as she spotted a somewhat familiar pelt. "Houndpaw." StarClan, she had been gone from the Clan for quite some time now - almost three moons if she recalled correctly. "Where have you been?" Her tone was soft, yet firm - as much as her heart was relieved to see the apprentice, current events had turned her cautious of those setting paw onto ThunderClan soil who had not been here in moons.
(it's not terrible at all!)
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Cindersky
Numb. From the bottom of her paw pads to the tips of her ears. Cindersky was unsure what emotions to feel, her heart having hardened into stone after the past day or two. ShadowClan was taking control of camp, Dawnstar was occupying the space meant only for the leaders of ThunderClan, and her foul-smelling soilders were placed everywhere she looked. Peace and solitude was no longer an option within the camp walls, and it choked the senior warrior until she could no longer stand it and had to leave. She hated being away from camp, but clearing her mind and re-centering her focus was vital in her quest to figure out a way to save her home from the destruction it was inevitably facing.
Thoughtful paws brought her through the thick of ThunderClan territory, nose twitching to try and pick up on any prey scents. But what came to her was not prey, but that of a loner encroaching. Already having had to deal with Spiderthroat, Cindersky found herself to be a lot more frustrated than normal at realizing their territory was being disrespected. Her movements picked up with a sense of urgency as she slipped past the trees, finally coming to a stop as she spotted a somewhat familiar pelt. "Houndpaw." StarClan, she had been gone from the Clan for quite some time now - almost three moons if she recalled correctly. "Where have you been?" Her tone was soft, yet firm - as much as her heart was relieved to see the apprentice, current events had turned her cautious of those setting paw onto ThunderClan soil who had not been here in moons.
(it's not terrible at all!)
A firm, kind voice beside her made Houndpaw squeak in alarm, dropping the rodent hamster and looked over. A gray bengal was there, and it took Houndpaw a moment but she quickly identified Cindersky. Thank stars, she was a nice cat. Like Whitewolf, only with all four legs. ''Are Bumblepaw and Rainypaw okay?'' She gasped, then winced. That was actually kinda rude. But she needed to know if they were okay. A scent wafting from the territory was ShadowClan. ''Was there another raid?!'' A shrill tone took on her normally cool composure. No wonder. The first raid she lost her birth mother, the second raid she watched her adoptive mother die then come back to life. Raids meant death, and death meant loss, and if she lost someone else it would be because of her not being here to protect them.
Re: ThunderClan Joining and Rejoining
Re: ThunderClan Nursery
) clamped in her jaws, she quickened her pace, praying her brother and sibling were still around.
