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Cinderpaw was up to something. Something she was sure plenty of warriors would say was no good, but hey -- she wasn't breaking any rules, or snarling in their faces. If they found a way to drag her through the dirt with this, she would be all out of ideas. A quiet little rebellion laid at her paws in the form of a nest.
She was never the best at making them, but who the hell would make a proper one for her here, right outside the apprentice's den? She had formed the moss and bracken as off to the side as possible, as not to be in anyone's way, but it still gave her a an easy view of the entrance - and any intruders who would want to make their way in.
The overgrown apprentice didn't trust a single face in this clan to protect them. Not after they'd made dirt directly on the memory of a kitten. Not after every single one of her words were carried away only by the wind. So if fighting with words didn't work, all there was to do was be a wall and stand in the way of devastation. As long as none of them turned out like she had, that would be enough.
If someone was to vilify her for this? Well, Cinderpaw supposed she had no other choice but to let them.
Cinderpaw was up to something. Something she was sure plenty of warriors would say was no good, but hey -- she wasn't breaking any rules, or snarling in their faces. If they found a way to drag her through the dirt with this, she would be all out of ideas. A quiet little rebellion laid at her paws in the form of a nest.
She was never the best at making them, but who the hell would make a proper one for her here, right outside the apprentice's den? She had formed the moss and bracken as off to the side as possible, as not to be in anyone's way, but it still gave her a an easy view of the entrance - and any intruders who would want to make their way in.
The overgrown apprentice didn't trust a single face in this clan to protect them. Not after they'd made dirt directly on the memory of a kitten. Not after every single one of her words were carried away only by the wind. So if fighting with words didn't work, all there was to do was be a wall and stand in the way of devastation. As long as none of them turned out like she had, that would be enough.
If someone was to vilify her for this? Well, Cinderpaw supposed she had no other choice but to let them.
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Beankit had poked his head into the den to see if his friend Coldpaw was in there, but the kittens curousity of what the odder apprentice was doing got the better of him. he slunk over silently to mew "why you build by entrance?" he asked, this kit not at all staying still for a mintue "Cinder lord! .... Cinderstar? .... Cinder of winds? i Beankit the Stinkiest Bean!"
The apprentice had caught wind of the fact that Cinderpaw apparently came back to life - which he was sure was impossible, by the way - but not even once did he believe it. Unless he saw it with his own two eyes she was still dead, end of story. Nothing against her, of course. He thought she was cool as hell! But he wasnt immature enough to entertain the thought of a clanmate coming back from the dead, not when it was entirely impossible.
Or at least, that what he thought until he saw said cat in the flesh. "holy hell-" he found himself saying out loud at the sight of her, "You mean youre actually, like, alive again?"
Thunderblaze gulped as he came in fully and sat down the tom felt hesitant at first but he had to say it no turning back now" i-its my mate mapleleaf i-i c-c-come t-to tell y-you t-that mapleleaf is-"he paused as tears whirled up and fell down"-s-she's d-dead!" the tom said then putting his paw over his face as he felt distressed and sad he still wanted to scream but decided to hold it in* Mapleleaf why did you have to go! Did you have to join my brother in starclan? Why!*the tom thought feeling anger nearly controlling him
@Jayvines
As soon as the name of one of Thunderclan's newest queens was mentioned, Sparrowstar felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Mapleleaf had been expecting kits during a dangerous season, so she was fairly sure she knew where the tom's clear distress emanated from...
Ears drooped slightly as her fears were confirmed. Pushing herself up to her paws, she carefully padded over to give the grieving tom a gentle touch of her tail in condolence.
"I am... Terribly sorry to hear that," she sighed, voice deflating as she thought back on the Queen's request for her surprise kit announcement and their ensuing conversation. "She was a fine warrior, and a valuable member of our clan... How are... Did your kits?..."
She couldn't bring herself to finish that question, merely stepping back and giving him a cautious look. To lose a queen was a tragedy, but losing a queen AND their unborn kits was an unthinkable sorrow.
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“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
Thunderblaze Lowered his paws and his ears lowered the toms sad face was all wet from tears... the tom began to wish that he could turn back time but it wasn't possible it was impossible to do as Sarrowstar came to him and put her tail on him the tom stopped crying but was still in grief... the tom heard sparrowstars voice hearing it deflate the tom sighed then hearing the leaders Questions the tom looked at her" the kits are born and are healthy but mapleleaf announced yewkit as a stillborn then she died" he replied in a sad raspy voice" is there a reason why starclan is doing this to me? i am hurt inside i lose my brother and now i lose my mate and i lose yewkit why is starclan doing this to me?" the one eyed tom asked sparrowstar as he was confused and lost in his life
@Jayvines
“Sp-sp-sp,” Blazingpaw stuttered, looking for an excuse that will solve this problem immediately without any consequences, but his fear blocked anymore sounds or letters; it seemed like Fear loves the repetition of the “sp” sound.
The mutters stopped as the apprentice swallowed, the gulp loud enough to echo inside the den. “It… it was his idea!” He twisted his flaming blue eyes to Mottlepaw. He wanted to give that brat a scare, a smirk would be a good way to piss that calico off. When Blazingpaw’s muzzle lift his cheeks to reveal a smug-toothed smile, it stung painfully, forcing the brown tom to stop his smugness and flinch at the cheek scar that was unnecessarily given to him.
Mottlepaw stood from his place before Blazingpaw spoke first. He whipped his head towards the apprentice as he stammered. His green eyes gleamed as his lips curled inwards towards a snarl. His eyes bulged as Blazingpaw chose to put the blame on him. He opened his maw in pure shock before he spat back. His green eyes glaring to the opposing blue eyes. He lashed his tail, "My fault? Your going around being an angry little flea for no reason what so ever! A-And he chose to attack first! I was never searching for a fight..!" His lips quivered as he quietly clicked his tongue. Though he was quite excited about having his first battle without any training whatsoever. Bumblebee would be proud of me wouldn't she? He naively thought, of course the warrior wouldn't be proud of him at all for going after an apprentice and fighting with bloody claws.
He absolutely detested Blazingpaw now. His green eyes never stopped their glimmer of anger. He cast a small glint towards his bloody paw that was dashed with crimson blood. His eyes widened towards Blazingpaws cheek as he did really leave a gruesome scar. He irked, he made restless movements before signing off. I won't ever apologize towards that furball..! His eyes shook as he edged away. Slightly cowering in the gaze of Sparrowstar. She was the leader of course, now what could he do? Would he be confined? Or even a worse punishment than that. . ? He bit his bottom lip at the thought of that. Silently pleading, knowing at how much his white paw was stained with the blood of another cat.
While she hadn't exactly anticipated a warrior-level response, the childishness of their excuses was almost baffling to Sparrowstar.
Blinking once (thoroughly unamused) at Blazingpaw as he panickily attempted to shift attention to his denmate, Sparrowstar was equally disappointed in the blame game that Mottlepaw continued.
"As far as I'm concerned, the fact that NEITHER of you chose to walk away or retrieve a warrior to settle whatever issue this was leaves the BOTH of you equally responsible," she growled, tail lashing as she glanced between the pair. "So quit this kit-like blame game and and explain to me why I shouldn't send you both back to the nursery, because as far as I can see I have no reason to let you both continue your training until you've learned some basic lessons about the warrior code."
If they refused to work with her, she had plenty of queens in the nursery who she could assign to these two. Perhaps a lesson in humility would benefit them both...
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“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
Foxwillow sat in the clearing, not looking at nor speaking to anyone. She curled her tail over her pregnant belly. She was so scared. If she couldn't find someone to be her "mate" in this clan, she had no idea what she'd do. Raise the litter herself, she supposed. She wished that she and Sharpbreeze were in the same Clan. But no. These kits could never know who their father was, and that killed Foxwillow. Part of her wondered if life would be better if maybe she had never gotten pregnant. But then she felt tiny lives move inside of her, and those feelings disapeared, flooded by warmth and love for her unborn babies. She couldn't wait to meet them. And whatever happened next, she would be the best mother she could. She looked around, she wanted to confide in someone, anyone.
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Re: ThunderClan Apprentices' Den
