ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[dino.]

Originally Posted by Quasar

Goldenpaw | he/him

Goldenpaw was the first to notice a warrior approaching the fresh kill pile, eyes widening eagerly. Oh, he was gonna get them so good! But.. wait, crap. That was Bumblebreak- he knew that the older cat was never going to fall for it. So when he eventually swatted the mouse towards him, he already knew what was coming, "C'mon, I was just trying to entertain myself! There's nothin' to do around here except train, train, train!" he huffed indignantly, "What, would'ja prefer I left camp on my own?"

>Bumblebreak<

Bumblebreak's first instinct was to curl her lip in irritation. Of course Goldenpaw was expected to train! That's how things just worked, and she thought Goldenpaw might be grateful that he was even getting training, because everyone in this camp knew damn well this was a new thing for ThunderClan.

Her second, better instinct was to battle back the curl of her lip and close her eyes with what she considered to be a decently self-restrained sigh. She'd hated having no one listen to her when she was an apprentice, behind on all her training and cast wordlessly aside because no one cared. So she let her eyes open, scooted the mouse back with a paw, and peered at Goldenpaw with a careful look. "You don't just have to train. I can... If you can come up with something that doesn't involve wasting perfectly good prey or- or possibly choking your Clanmates, or putting anyone in danger, I'll accompany you. Deal?"

[Faith.]

She squirmed around, kind of exploring even though her eyes and ears were still closed. Her patchy white and grey pelt was fluffed up. She made a loud mewing sound.

[Fernwillow]

Originally Posted by Shinestripe

She squirmed around, kind of exploring even though her eyes and ears were still closed. Her patchy white and grey pelt was fluffed up. She made a loud mewing sound.

Fernwillow smiled at the squirming kit with pride. “Hello Puddlekit,” she cooed. “That’s your new name! Do you like it? I hope you do! Your siblings are Acornkit, Greykit, and Ivykit. I hope you will be the best of friends with them.”

[Fernwillow]

Originally Posted by ~SilverShine~

As the tom lifted his paw up onto his head with the kit on his paw then onto his head the tom went over to the camp entrance where thunderblaze has been sitting for a very long time" thunderblaze lets switch you've been at this for hours" he meowed then as thunderblaze nodded and went off, the tom sat down and began his duty with the kit on his head* why did i allow this* he thought
@Streamtail

Fernwillow padded out into the clearing only to laugh at the sight of her amazing mate with Acornkit sitting on his head. “Acornkit stop bothering your father and get back into the nursery!”

[Quasar]

Originally Posted by dino.

>Bumblebreak<

Bumblebreak's first instinct was to curl her lip in irritation. Of course Goldenpaw was expected to train! That's how things just worked, and she thought Goldenpaw might be grateful that he was even getting training, because everyone in this camp knew damn well this was a new thing for ThunderClan.

Her second, better instinct was to battle back the curl of her lip and close her eyes with what she considered to be a decently self-restrained sigh. She'd hated having no one listen to her when she was an apprentice, behind on all her training and cast wordlessly aside because no one cared. So she let her eyes open, scooted the mouse back with a paw, and peered at Goldenpaw with a careful look. "You don't just have to train. I can... If you can come up with something that doesn't involve wasting perfectly good prey or- or possibly choking your Clanmates, or putting anyone in danger, I'll accompany you. Deal?"

Goldenpaw | he/him

"They can just, like, spit it out or something" Goldenpaw replied with a deadpan expression, completely missing the point, Fine, I guess thats fine" Part of him was still suspicious of his mentor, expecting for Bumblebreak to pull him to the ground in a headlock. After all, thats what he probably would have done if he had an apprentice. Having Bumblebreak babysit him wasnt something he was super thrilled about to be honest, but as long as he didnt get the lights beaten out of him he didnt really care.

[littlelove]

Originally Posted by Rizo

~Emberpaw | @littlelove @leader @Flea @Quasar @birdie~

Pushing her way through the entrance tunnel, Emberpaw let her jaws gape in a yawn. She had been out stretching her legs, visiting the places she used to go to with her mother. She had made her way past Willow's Rise, barely registering that yet again a mound of dirt where a clanmate was buried was disturbed. As much as she hoped and willed, the returned was never her mother.
However, she stopped in her tracks, almost tripping over her own paws, as she caught sight of who was back this time.
Cinderpaw?
Padding forward, her amber eyes blinked in shock, trying to make sure her mind wasn't trying to fool her.
She padded around Shallowshiver's form to get a better look at the cat she was holding. Sure as the stars, there she was. Cinderpaw.
"Welcome back, Cinderpaw," she purred with a smile. She had regretted being unable to befriend the smoky pelted cat before her untimely death. Perhaps this time she could make things different. Perhaps this time she could have a friend.

Originally Posted by Quasar

Shallowshiver | they/them

The silence that came from Cinderpaw was deafening. She had such a lack of reaction to, well, everything that seemed so unlike her. Cinderpaw had always been the first to speak out, without a care for what her clanmates may have thought. But over and over again, that aspect that made her so brave was beaten into the ground by those who should have been listening to her words. Did the clan do this to her? Their heart throbbed painfully as they were once again reminded of just how badly they had failed her. They knew it was too late to take back actions that had long since been decided on.

"Are you okay?" they asked, pulling back to carefully look over the apprentices scars. Immediately they realized how stupid a of question it was. No, she wasnt okay. Both mentally and physically she had been thrown straight into hell, no cat would come out of that the same as they once were, "What can I do to help? If you want me to just leave you alone... I will. I know that I'm probably not the first cat you would have wanted to see" Stars, that hurt to say out loud. Did that really matter, though? They could handle it, as long as it helped Cinderpaw even a bit. That was all they cared about.

As the crowd around her grew, the more Cinderpaw grew uncomfortable. She couldn't help berate herself - she was scared about nobody even looking at her before, but now she was scared by all the cats coming to meet her?! The temptation to go and crack her head open against a rock overcame her. She met Emberpaw's eyes, but couldn't muster up an answer to the apprentice -- the only one of her peers who had helped her when she had been thrown from the willow that loomed over camp. The energy to give the ginger gratitude had fizzled out of her on her walk back to camp.

And Shallowshiver. As the older cat reeled back to get a look at Cinderpaw's copious, leathery scars, the tabby finally got a good look at the scars that marked the passage of time on her parent's body as well. They were a dark and angry red in contrast to her healed-over pink. Most horrifyingly, dead air remained where one of their back paws would have stood.

Guilt stewed in Cinderpaw's gut. They were sitting here after being through the teeth of the horrors beyond their territory, something demonic enough to mangle them enough to no doubt brush them close to death, and yet the apprentice couldn't do anything in return.

As she stared into Shallowshiver's amber eyes, bright with worry unlike her own glazed look, the tabby could feel them well with tears. "I don't-- know," she gasped, words dripping with desperation. "I don--'t know-w. There's noth-- nothing that can f-fix me."

At that, she selfishly pulled away from the crowd, stumbling towards the medicine den. Anything to get away from the world she found herself in again.

[ @birdie incase u wanna keep reading from the last one LMAO ]

[*longfire*]

Originally Posted by Fernwillow

Fernwillow padded out into the clearing only to laugh at the sight of her amazing mate with Acornkit sitting on his head. “Acornkit stop bothering your father and get back into the nursery!”

Stormclaw turned his head carfully to fernwillow seeing her laugh the tom lifted his paws up to his head for acornkit to step onto so he could lower his paw and let the kit go" better listen to your mother" the tom said softly

@Streamtail

[Streamtail]

Originally Posted by Fernwillow

Fernwillow smiled at the squirming kit with pride. “Hello Puddlekit,” she cooed. “That’s your new name! Do you like it? I hope you do! Your siblings are Acornkit, Greykit, and Ivykit. I hope you will be the best of friends with them.”

Newly named Acornkit jumps up and nuzzeles her mother, then jumps on her father's head.

[dino.]

Originally Posted by Quasar

Goldenpaw | he/him

"They can just, like, spit it out or something" Goldenpaw replied with a deadpan expression, completely missing the point, Fine, I guess thats fine" Part of him was still suspicious of his mentor, expecting for Bumblebreak to pull him to the ground in a headlock. After all, thats what he probably would have done if he had an apprentice. Having Bumblebreak babysit him wasnt something he was super thrilled about to be honest, but as long as he didnt get the lights beaten out of him he didnt really care.

>Bumblebreak<

Her nostrils flared. She was trying to be reasonable but Goldenpaw was already testing her patience. "Or," she quipped, far too cheerfully as she hooked the death-trap mouse with a claw, "how about I shove this whole thing down your throat and ask you to just 'spit it out?'" Unlikely to happen, considering it would be jammed down his windpipe.

Bumblebreak picked up the mouse with her teeth. "Tell you what. While you think up something to do, you can follow me while I dispose of this. Come on."

[Streamtail]

Originally Posted by MaryTheCrow

- Copperfire -
He/Him

The tom watches cautiously as one of his clan-mates approaches him. What now? Instead of what he'd have done as a warrior (grumble and frown), Copperfire deigned to answer with just a regular grumble, "Yes, it is. If you like the cold that is." Lilacfall, right? What does she want? Out with it, there's no need for small talk. He watched her with suspicion, keeping said suspicion quietly within his mind.

He should probably get ready to solve whatever issue he'll be asked to solve. With an arch to his back, the red tabby sat up, exposing his paws and hiding the shiver of cold within the shiver from his stretch. Still, he might as well be comfortable, so he sat in a comfortable posture, covering his paws with his tail. Then, Copperfire turned his expectant gaze to Lilacfall, prompting the other to "get on with it" wordlessly.

Lilacfall smiles, "I guess i'm one of those cats then, who like the cold. Would you like to go hunting with me?" I guess he's cold. I definatly am. Lilacfall pelt turns hot, realizing she'd just asked the deputy(Crush) if he wanted to go hunting with her, Why would he? I mean we've barely met! "I mean if you have time, I know you might be busy with your deputy duties and all. I was just wondering if you would want a small break for fun?"