ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Cherry~

Oriolepaw circled several times before finally settling in a corner of the camp. It was warmer than it had been in previous quarter moons. Oriolepaw had yet to experience the searing cold that he’d overheard some of his older Clanmates talking about. Although a part of him was curious, a larger part of him was relieved. More cold than they’d already had sounded awful.

Sighing, he curled up into a tight ball and began observing the clearing.

( @Starlily Closed! )

Quietpaw

Quietpaw shivered as she made her way out of the apprentice den and into the cold air of the clearing. Her short fur made it hard for her to keep warm, and she looked around to find a warm part of the camp to settle in. Of course, everywhere was going to be cold since it was leafbare, but she may as well try. Looking around, she saw a sunny part of camp that looked promising, but there was already someone there. She hesitated for a second before softly padding up to them. She hoped they wouldn’t mind if she came over to sit with them. She gave the other apprentice a timid smile as she came over, and dipped her head in a greeting.

(Sorry it’s a bit short!)

[occultation]

Oriolepaw lifted his head as another apprentice approached. This wasn’t a denmate he knew well, so he figured it must be one of the new apprentices. He was surprised that one of his denmates was approaching him, since that had never happened before. Moons of being an apprentice, and this might be his first opportunity to befriend someone of his own rank.

The orange and black apprentice smiled. “Hello! I’m Oriolepaw. What’s your name?” He felt a little bad asking, but he hadn’t been at the last meeting. This cat hadn’t been at any meeting before that, so he assumed that meant she’d been apprenticed last meeting.

( @Starlily )

[Streamtail]

Dunestorm

Dunestorm lies about, looking for someone to talk to.


(Open!)

[Moxie Foxy]

Originally Posted by Streamtail

Dunestorm

Dunestorm lies about, looking for someone to talk to.


(Open!)

Tinyflower marched over on her comically short legs "HI! hows your morning been Dunestorm?"

[Moxie Foxy]

Originally Posted by Airiaty

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Rockflight
A burly brown tabby tom with amber eyes || he/him

Rockflight yawned, opening his eyes. He blinked them twice before taking in his surroundings. His Clanmates were all spread apart, sleeping. There was a calm and quiet air in the den. A cat muttered in their sleep. Rockflight adjusted his position slightly, to sit up. His fur was sticking up from the sleep last night. Many cats complained, which made him feel very mouse-brained. Rockflight stifled another yawn, squeezing his eyes shut. He really didn’t want to hunt today. But he would have to. After all, it was leafbare.

Rockflight started grooming himself slowly, hoping for his clanmates to rise and wake so he could grab a cat to hunt with. It was often lonely hunting by yourself, and dangerous. An army of rats could devour you any second. Or an owl could swoop down suddenly and claw your head off. Rockflight shivered slightly, as a gust of frigid air blew in. He was lucky to have such a thick coat, but his coat wasn’t so useful during green-leaf.

[ Open for interactions ! ]

Beanpaw bounced in "hewo! i the Stinky Beans! who's you mister kitty! " beanpaw meowed in a playfull voice wiggling and bouncing about the den in a happy little parade of his own, solo

[Streamtail]

Originally Posted by Jingle Bell Dragon

Tinyflower marched over on her comically short legs "HI! hows your morning been Dunestorm?"

"Good, I'm doing quite well." he smiles at her, "How are you Tinyflower?"

[Wingnettle]

Sootfur (he/him)
Light grey tabby with blue/grey eyes



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Sootfur had instantly put down gently the kit in pain, feeling that moving him was only making his injuries worse and worse. He had left a blood of trail outside of the den, and the grey tom's chest was now scarlet as well. Flameheart was behind them, probably looking for the medicine cat. Where are Sundust and Rosepaw?!

"Please, help him!" He yowled despairingly, unaware that he was stirring up chaos all around him.

[ @Jingle Bell Dragon @SpiritedWarrior ]

[carmen]

Guilt coursed through her veins, Cinderpaw didn't need to have anything else dumped on her right now, but here she was. It just felt a bit nice to be able to talk about it, even if now was not the right time. Here they were, in the middle of a meeting, but oh well. She couldn't change it now. "Loads of cats." She hadn't been expecting to have to actually explain her thinking, but she might as well give it an attempt. "Most of the smaller cats, you know, like the kits and apprentices." They barely knew about the past, but if they did, it wouldn't be long until they knew more about her.

"You died and came back to life. You stood up against Shadowclan, you were taken by Riverclan." Alright, now this just felt insensitive. "You're whole life story leads others to look up to you. Reasonably, of-" She cut off as a frantic Roseraven bolted out of the nursery. There was blood on her paws. There was blood on her paws. Her ears caught the frantic combination of words, as the medicine cat began to speak. They were dead? But, that wasn't supposed to happen anymore. She was a medicine cat, Sundust was a medicine cat. They had two medicine cats, no one should be dead, least of all kits.

Her breath was coming in short gasps, eyes focused on the red. Roseraven had just gotten her full name, nothing was supposed to be going wrong. Sparrowstar had fixed everything, nothing was supposed to be wrong. Everything should be fine. Everything was fine. But it wasn't. Standing quickly, she trotted over to quickly growing group, trying not to look into the desperate eyes of the medic as she asked for someone to remove the bodies. Remove the bodies. Bodies. Bile built up in her throat, though that was pushed down.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Words jolted her from her stupor, and she looked over at Cinderpaw, surprised to find something like fury in her gaze. It was a strong emotion, a stronger look than she'd seen on the other molly in a while. And frankly, it scared her. But something about the accusatory, biting words kept her there, paws rooted to the floor. If something happened, if Roseraven had done something worse and it broke Cinderpaw more than she already was, Foxpaw would stop it. Today would not have more blood.

@littlelove @Shade.

[poppy]

Fireflykit was trying to be a good kit. She wasn't trying to eavesdrop, or listen in on anything. But sitting in the nursery, she had heard a lot. She had seen a lot. She had seen Rosie give one of the queens something, and the little tortoiseshell had seen the queen become worse. And the crack. The crack, she had heard a crack and the little kit, maybe her new denmate had sat on a walnut or something. The kitten, after Rosie had sprinted out of the den, had admittedly done investigation, and it was horrible. There was lots of red, red like Firefly hadn't seen before. She had nosed the little kit that had sat on a walnut, and the kitten was limp. Limp. not like a good kind, it was.... broken. "There...." The tortie soon followed Rosie out of the den, a sense of dread prickling her chest.

She saw a lot of sad faces, and she stood there, the red of the queen staining her snowy white paws. "there was a crack." She squeaked, voice trembling with some sense of fear. Firefly needed someone to clarify. "Why was there a crack?" She pleaded, soft voice rising on the end. Why couldn't she understand? She looked around for someone, anyone, to help her understand. She looked down at her paws. "and what's all the red stuff?" She cried, completely oblivious to how no one was going to pay attention.

The kit heard the crack again in her head, and and the shriek of the queen, and she was so, so confused. Her little white paws weren't supposed to have the red on them. Maybe she should have stayed asleep. She really, truly should have just stayed asleep. But the kit looked around now, still standing in the nursery entrance, eyes and soft, confused whimpers pleading for someone to help her understand.

[open]

[Shade.]

@noelle
@Wingnettle
@littlelove
@Jayvines

Roseraven's breath was slowly increasing. Her previously exhausted state was switching to a horror-filled adrenaline rush. Everyone was looking at her! She wanted so badly to scream. The young cat stuffed her face into Sundust's shoulder, too scared to look at anyone as she desperately tried to push away the trauma, and tried not to look at the blood that caked her paws. The cats around her wanted an explanation. But that meant reliving everything!
"I...Redfur...she was due...I knew she was going to have a hard time but...one of them was stillborn...I tried to save the other...it was choking on the blood...she wouldn't stop bleeding! It was going to die! I...I tried to make it breathe...heart needed to beat...she tried to warn me...it was too...the bones. Broke! Redfur...she panicked and finally....bled out. Kit got...broken." she whimpered, digging her face one again in Sundust's shoulder floof.