Cloudspots was more than relieved that Sparrowstar had made a swift approach at his outcry. It didn’t seem to him that any of the other cats in the clearing were particularly bothered; perhaps they were used to this sort of thing by now? Or maybe Wildspark was more unpopular than Cloudspots knew?
Either way, this wasn’t the time to wonder that. Cloudspots gestured toward the warriors’ den with his tail. “In the warriors’ den,” he rasped. “I found him lying motionless, and it didn’t look like he was breathing. No blood, so I think maybe an illness!” StarClan, he prayed it wasn’t anything contagious.
If Thunderclan was dealing with a deathly disease... Sparrowstar repressed a shudder at the thought. She hadn't seen anyone rasping or coughing around camp, so Greencough was probably out. Perhaps the tom had picked something up during his captivity with the Two-legs??? Either way, she needed to bring him out of the warrior's den before more cats were unfortunately confronted with a body a few nests over.
"May Starclan guide his paws," she sighed, nudging her way through the opening of the den and carefully picking her way through the scattered nests and sleeping warriors towards a somberly still form. Cautiously, the young leader sniffed around Wildspark's body. She... didn't smell anything similar to sickness, but just to be safe she grasped his nest with her jaws before gently pulling him back towards the clearing. She would ask Sundust or Rosepaw to double-check before permitting cats to touch him, but for now their mourning could be done at a distance.
Slipping back out into the open, Sparrowstar quickly pulled Wildspark's nest and body to the center of the open space before stepping back and bowing her head for a moment. Her last interaction with the tom... Had been less than polite. She had projected so much of her own grief and anger onto a cat who had done nothing to deserve that ire other than being given a gift.
"Sundust or Rosepaw!" she finally called out, raising her head towards the medicine cat's den. She needed this body looked at before anything else happened; she couldn't allow other clanmates to get sick if there was any chance of a passable illness, especially not just as they were approaching leaf-fall.
[ @Naiad or @Shade. for a quick check-up before touchy-mourning is permitted ]
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LIGHTBREEZE
✦ THUNDERCLAN | 30 MOONS | TOM [HE/HIM] ✦
✦ TALL WHITE TOM WITH BRIGHT YELLOW EYES ✦
Dawn was well on its way as Lightbreeze quietly slipped out of the warriors’ den, careful not to wake any Clanmates who were still fast asleep in their nests. The world was turning blue, as it always did before sunrise, building up his anticipation for the grand show. Getting up at sunrise was only a recent habit of his, something decided on a whim out of prolonged stress or boredom, but he was already in love with it. It was one of the few things keeping him sane right now, reminding him that despite all the tough trials and tribulations ThunderClan had been put through, life never ceases to continue. The morrow will always greet him no matter what he’s going through. And that was beyond beautiful to him.
After a good ol’ stretch and a wide yawn, the tall warrior made his way toward a grand split in the camp’s treeline that always had the best view for daybreak. He hummed lightly with a slight bounce in his gait, taking his time and enjoying the scenery. Though on his way, he noticed a familiar tan pelt emerge from the leader’s den. He stopped to look at her, caught slightly off guard. It wasn’t entirely unusual to see others awake at this hour; however, this was the third morning in a row he’d seen her without fail. Sparrowflight– er, Sparrowstar, seemed to have the habit of waking up super early and sprinting off into the woods. He considered wishing her a good morning every time she'd pass by, but he always figured the leader probably wouldn't hear him or be too busy for chit-chatting, so ultimately, he would stay quiet and give her a respectful nod whenever she passed by. He couldn't help but wonder where was she off to in such a hurry, especially at this hour...perhaps, maybe this time, Lightbreeze could find out?
Finally gathering the courage, Lightbreeze swiftly called out to her. “G’morning!” He dipped his head, “Up early again, I see?” He hoped she would hear him before she disappeared into the territory again, like she always did.
How could she earn the respect of the stars, and was she even on the right path to doing enough as a leader?
This seemed to be the contemplation of the day, and Sparrowstar gave a frustrated huff as she rolled over in her freshly made nest before cracking an eye open to gauge the positioning of the sun. The dim light cascading in between the roots of the willow held the slightest tinge of blue, so her cue to rise seemed to be here. A large yawn split her jaws as the tan molly shook off a few stray pieces of moss and began to give herself a quick groom before taking on the day.
While she had been unsure of how exactly to express her gratitude to Roosterflame for cleaning out and livening up the leader's den... She couldn't deny that it definitely made a difference to wake up in an organized space rather than what felt like a dingy hole in the ground separated from her peers.
Ah well, there was plenty to reflect on and no better way to churn through her thoughts than on her usual race through the underbrush. Perhaps she'd double-check the Shadowclan border for any two-leg junk that Dawnstar had warned about...
So caught up in her thoughts was she, that the sudden call of "good morning" as she padded out into the clearing froze her in her tracks. There... wasn't usually anyone up and about at this time, and so unprepared was she for face-to-face interaction that the only response she could give to the well-wisher (Lightbreeze, that was his name) was a confused blink before she gave her head a quick shake and mentally chided herself and swiftly returned the head dip his way.
"Good morning to you as well Lightbreeze," she stated, clearing her throat in an attempt to warm up her vocal chords this early in the day. "I'm uh... Well I usually head out for a run this time of day. Gets your heart pumping, wakes you up, also is a good way to check on the territory before the clan rises..."
Slowly the tan molly trailed off her rambling, electing instead to give the unexpected tom a quick smile as her brain whirred in an attempt to kickstart her social gears that usually weren't ready this early in the day.
"Do you... also like to run?"
Stars, what kind of question was that Sparrowstar??? Mentally groaning at her choice of words, Sparrowstar quickly attempted to backpedal; this interruption to her usual routine seemed to throw everything off kilter.
"I mean uh, what are you doing up and about this early in the morning? I don't usually see many cats when I leave."
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RainySpirit
Rainyspirit ran, out of breath from the twolegplace, before finally reaching Thunderclan territory once more, but she could swear she could still hear the calls of the twolegs who took her. She began to slow down trying to regain her breath, and came to a halt hidden amongst the trees. A small loop remained around her neck- a collar was it? well- whatever it was it was annoying and reeked of twolegs so she began to claw at it in attempts to get it off.
The queen felt sick to her stomach, how long had she been away from her kits and mate now? A moon? Half a moon? She couldn't imagine how terrified Leafnight must be.. I hope she's been taking care of the kits well- she and Leafnight had just taken in four foster kits on top of their two blood related kits, and she knew that Leafnight must be trying her best but that didn't stop the fear under her pelt.
Unable to remove the collar she sighed, she could ask someone to help her later, for now she probably she talk with Sparrowstar.. The molly began to pad slowly in the direction of camp, starclan knows how hard her task would be to convince the new leader to let her back.
If Thunderclan was dealing with a deathly disease... Sparrowstar repressed a shudder at the thought. She hadn't seen anyone rasping or coughing around camp, so Greencough was probably out. Perhaps the tom had picked something up during his captivity with the Two-legs??? Either way, she needed to bring him out of the warrior's den before more cats were unfortunately confronted with a body a few nests over.
"May Starclan guide his paws," she sighed, nudging her way through the opening of the den and carefully picking her way through the scattered nests and sleeping warriors towards a somberly still form. Cautiously, the young leader sniffed around Wildspark's body. She... didn't smell anything similar to sickness, but just to be safe she grasped his nest with her jaws before gently pulling him back towards the clearing. She would ask Sundust or Rosepaw to double-check before permitting cats to touch him, but for now their mourning could be done at a distance.
Slipping back out into the open, Sparrowstar quickly pulled Wildspark's nest and body to the center of the open space before stepping back and bowing her head for a moment. Her last interaction with the tom... Had been less than polite. She had projected so much of her own grief and anger onto a cat who had done nothing to deserve that ire other than being given a gift.
"Sundust or Rosepaw!" she finally called out, raising her head towards the medicine cat's den. She needed this body looked at before anything else happened; she couldn't allow other clanmates to get sick if there was any chance of a passable illness, especially not just as they were approaching leaf-fall.
[ @Naiad or @Shade. for a quick check-up before touchy-mourning is permitted ]
How could she earn the respect of the stars, and was she even on the right path to doing enough as a leader?
This seemed to be the contemplation of the day, and Sparrowstar gave a frustrated huff as she rolled over in her freshly made nest before cracking an eye open to gauge the positioning of the sun. The dim light cascading in between the roots of the willow held the slightest tinge of blue, so her cue to rise seemed to be here. A large yawn split her jaws as the tan molly shook off a few stray pieces of moss and began to give herself a quick groom before taking on the day.
While she had been unsure of how exactly to express her gratitude to Roosterflame for cleaning out and livening up the leader's den... She couldn't deny that it definitely made a difference to wake up in an organized space rather than what felt like a dingy hole in the ground separated from her peers.
Ah well, there was plenty to reflect on and no better way to churn through her thoughts than on her usual race through the underbrush. Perhaps she'd double-check the Shadowclan border for any two-leg junk that Dawnstar had warned about...
So caught up in her thoughts was she, that the sudden call of "good morning" as she padded out into the clearing froze her in her tracks. There... wasn't usually anyone up and about at this time, and so unprepared was she for face-to-face interaction that the only response she could give to the well-wisher (Lightbreeze, that was his name) was a confused blink before she gave her head a quick shake and mentally chided herself and swiftly returned the head dip his way.
"Good morning to you as well Lightbreeze," she stated, clearing her throat in an attempt to warm up her vocal chords this early in the day. "I'm uh... Well I usually head out for a run this time of day. Gets your heart pumping, wakes you up, also is a good way to check on the territory before the clan rises..."
Slowly the tan molly trailed off her rambling, electing instead to give the unexpected tom a quick smile as her brain whirred in an attempt to kickstart her social gears that usually weren't ready this early in the day.
"Do you... also like to run?"
Stars, what kind of question was that Sparrowstar??? Mentally groaning at her choice of words, Sparrowstar quickly attempted to backpedal; this interruption to her usual routine seemed to throw everything off kilter.
"I mean uh, what are you doing up and about this early in the morning? I don't usually see many cats when I leave."
LIGHTBREEZE
✦ THUNDERCLAN | 30 MOONS | TOM [HE/HIM] ✦
✦ TALL WHITE TOM WITH BRIGHT YELLOW EYES ✦
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A warm smile lit up the warrior’s face as Sparrowstar replied, followed by a slight raise of his eyebrows as she continued to ramble on. My my! Seems like he severely underestimated her interest in chit-chat! She remembered his name, too, which was an even more delightful surprise.
When an opening to speak materialized, Lightbreeze rose to the occasion, hoping he didn’t miss a beat on her bullet train of thought. “Oh, you like to run! That's really cool! Seeing you take off every morning makes much more sense now, heheh.” He chuckled lightly before pausing, attempting to buy himself time to ponder her whirlwind of questions. Her energy somewhat forced his brain to reboot, jolting an energy through him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was new and exciting, and he kinda liked it. “Er…well, I can’t say I run much myself, but I’m not opposed to it! And, uh, I’m just up to watch the sunrise.” He gestured his tail toward the warm glow in the distance, which had begun casting gorgeous waves of pink and yellow across the once blue sky, turning both of their pelts a warm rosy color. “Beautiful, isn' it? It really helps me slow down and enjoy the little things in life, ya know?” Lightbreeze took a deep breath, basking in the warm glow, then exhaled slowly. “The air is sharper than normal – the first sign of Leaf-fall. My favorite seasons are just around the corner now…hopefully the cold won’t bite us too hard this time around, eh?”
His chest tightened at the end of his sentence. Shoot, now he was the one rambling. He was suddenly very aware of how they were both just awkwardly standing in the middle of camp. Lightbreeze quickly cleared his throat, fighting the urge to shake his rising pelt. “Oh, uh, sorry! I’m just sittin’ here ramblin’ and wasting your time…I tend to get lost in thought. Please feel free to go run, don’t let me stop you!” His meow was followed by a deep purr, hoping she’d catch his lighthearted tone. Gosh darnit, I’m such a birdbrain sometimes…now Sparrowstar’s gonna think I’m some weirdo.
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The trudge back to camp normally wasn't too long from where Bumbleflight and Brightpath had been. It was a relatively short distance compared to other areas in the territory. It would have been an easy trip...
If Bumbleflight didn't have a half-dying cat on his back, barely clinging to life.
No, not half dead! Bumbleflight mentally scolded himself. Not... Yet!!! The tom huffed as he finally crossed through the camp entrance, sides heaving from the effort. No doubt the two cats made a strange and worrying sight: Bumbleflight was stumbling and sore, and his claws were stained with blood (who's blood? He couldn't tell anymore) but Brightpath had the worst of it. That fox trap that caught them had mainly been ruined with Bumbleflight's attempts to free his friend, but the wire still hugged Brightpath's throat tightly, and just the bloody sight of his friend was enough to make the dark brown tabby's own throat constrict. Why was there so much blood??? Why wasn't it stopping?!
As gently as he could, Bumbleflight lowered Brightpath down to the ground, stumbling over himself when a shot of pain shot up his injured paws. He ignored it, however, and instead looked wildly around the clearing, his amber eyes wide with uncharacteristic fear. "Hey! I need some help here!!!"
@thepirateking @jupiter @Jayvines @Naiad @Shade. (For Cloudy, Sparrow, and to see for medical or something despite being half dead-)
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Mildly surprised, the large brown tabby gave the white patch on his chest a nervous lick. He was being entrusted with the final assessment of an apprentice? This was an unexpected surprise! And quite the honor. Of course, this was the first step as a Keeper of Thunderclan to truly assisting and protecting his friends! Who would have thought that a loner, born of kittypets, would come so far?
A determined sparkle filling his hazel eyes, Moosecrash gave a smile and a dip of his head. "Of course, Sparrowstar. I would be honored. I have no questions or concerns. I can get started immediately, if you like," he purred, satisfaction at being given such an important task filling his baritone voice.
"Perfect. I hope to hear good things from this assessment," she stated, giving her Keeper a final smile before turning to plan out how exactly she would expand out the inside of her den. It wouldn't do to have her Keepers all squished up with nowhere to go during private meetings...
[ Ending this here! ]
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Roosterflame
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Oops, stealth mission fail. At least Sparrowstar was happy! Roosterflame grinned like a fool as he watched Sparrowstar take in her freshly cleaned and decorated den, very happy that she was happy.
To be quite honest, seeing the joy in her eyes was enough for Roosterflame, he couldn’t have asked for anything better in return. “Well, considering that you’re our brand new leader- and that you let me back in to ThunderClan with little consequence- I thought that it was about time this den got cleaned up! I don’t think this den’s really had a deep cleaning since it was made, and that was…” He calculated, “…I think that was six leaders ago. Seven, if you count Dogbark’s short stint on the throne,” He explained, “This den was definitely overdue for a sprucing up.”
He looked her in the eye, almost seeing the inner turmoil as she weighed what she could possibly do in return, though it was more of a guess, as Roosterflame had many talents, but telepathy was not one of them. “And before you ask, no, there’s nothing I want in return, just making you happy was enough for me, that coupled with the fact that I got to come back to ThunderClan and live here again.”
He looked around the den once more, admiring his work, “Sometimes, it’s just nice getting to make others happy and do nice things for them. The joy of getting fades, the joy of giving lasts a lifetime,” He grinned. He knew he was being extremely cheesy, but he didn’t mind, his words came from the heart, he wouldn’t say them if they didn’t, “Anyways, I’ll get out of your fur, have a wonderful afternoon, Sparrowstar,” He purred.
And with that, he made for the exit.
Smile brightening even further, Sparrowstar gave Roosterflame a pleased nod as he made his statements before exiting her den.
"Thank you again!" she called after him before taking a few moments of silence to just observe the new nest, fresh flowers, and swept ground. Her heart felt practically fit to burst at this unexpected act of kindness and support. A shuddering breath escaped her chest, and with a few quick blinks to clear the mist from her eyes the tan molly padded forward to indulge in the snack that her friend had so kindly left for her.
[ Ending this here! ]
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Originally Posted by Sapphireshine
"Sparrowstar!" called Lightshine from the lichen entrance. She wasn't sure what Sparrowstar would say. What if she thinks Coolpaw isn't ready? What if she thinks that I shouldn't be a mentor anymore?! She shivered. She knew Sparrowstar wouldn't do that. I sure hope so, anyway.
Brown ears perked up from her nest as Sparrowstar heard a call into her den. This nest was... Better than her usual creations. She'd have to thank Roosterflame again, but it seemed almost too good so she didn't particularly wish to leave it just yet.
"Come in," she replied, rolling over and sitting up to begin grooming some of the bits of moss from her fur. "Lightshine, what can I do for you?"
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“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
The trudge back to camp normally wasn't too long from where Bumbleflight and Brightpath had been. It was a relatively short distance compared to other areas in the territory. It would have been an easy trip...
If Bumbleflight didn't have a half-dying cat on his back, barely clinging to life.
No, not half dead! Bumbleflight mentally scolded himself. Not... Yet!!! The tom huffed as he finally crossed through the camp entrance, sides heaving from the effort. No doubt the two cats made a strange and worrying sight: Bumbleflight was stumbling and sore, and his claws were stained with blood (who's blood? He couldn't tell anymore) but Brightpath had the worst of it. That fox trap that caught them had mainly been ruined with Bumbleflight's attempts to free his friend, but the wire still hugged Brightpath's throat tightly, and just the bloody sight of his friend was enough to make the dark brown tabby's own throat constrict. Why was there so much blood??? Why wasn't it stopping?!
As gently as he could, Bumbleflight lowered Brightpath down to the ground, stumbling over himself when a shot of pain shot up his injured paws. He ignored it, however, and instead looked wildly around the clearing, his amber eyes wide with uncharacteristic fear. "Hey! I need some help here!!!"
@thepirateking @jupiter @Jayvines @Naiad @Shade. (For Cloudy, Sparrow, and to see for medical or something despite being half dead-)
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Rainpaw was resting in the clearing, remembering playing with his littermates when he saw that his mentor was stumbling into camp with a cat hoisted on his dark shoulders. Alarmed, the young tom rushed over to Bumbleflight; fear and concern clinging to his pelt like pine sap. Although Rainpaw didn't know who the warrior was that Bumbleflight dragged in, he knew that his dark tabby mentor was close with the heavily injured warrior.
"Bumbleflight, you and your friend should go to the medicine den!" he worriedly told his mentor, examining him for any injuries like the ones Brightpath got. Of course, he couldn't see any visible injuries. They both need help...
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Ravenhawk
Cloudspots watched Sparrowstar drag Wildspark out by his nest. Clearly she was trying to protect herself from catching whatever disease he may have had, if any. A part of the tom hoped that StarClan had somehow decided to strike the warrior down themselves; the thought was somehow more comforting to Cloudspots than the idea of a disease ravaging his camp.
He kept his distance from the other cats until Sundust or Rosepaw had a chance to examine Wildspark. If he had been exposed to anything, he didn’t want to make it worse.
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Bumblebee - Bumbleflight @Ritsuka
Bumblebee finished reuniting with her sibling Ashblaze and giving him a shoulder lick goodbye. "I'll catch up with you later Ashblaze maybe we can go on a hunting patrol." Bumblebee said padding away from her kin. The orange cream tabby padded away. She noticed a lot of commotion in the clan today. She overheard a warrior named Wildspark passed away in the warrior's den that morning. Bumblebee padded towards Bumbleflight, carrying Brightpath on their back. "What happened to you both?" The orange tabby began to ask Bumbleflight
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The one-time Willowpaw thought Frostheart was an elder.
Rosepaw was attracted by a commotion, hearing her name multiple rimes. There goes another emergence. The apprentice rushed out of the medicine den, already having a lot of practice when it came to disaster. After all, she was often the cause of it. The young cat had lived in relative peace for about 6 moons now, but old habits died hard and she was always ready to face death with a stoic expression and crafty medical skills for those who could be saved. Sometimes, she even worried if she'd mourned the disappearance of Sagepaw and the, albeit temporary, death of Asterdance enough, or if her lifestyle had made her cold.
She arrived and clocked the lying down cat. Upon scrutiny she corrected that to corpse. "What happened? Is anyone hurt?" she said while looking over the body.
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