ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[Celestial_Sky]

Originally Posted by SpottedPaww

(usually if you aren't sure about whether a cats background story isn't acceptable, such as a kittypet, You'll want to go ahead and ask the clan leader, Sparrowstar, Owned by Jayvines :3)

SpottedPaw squinted her eyes.

"...Kittypet, huh? Usually kittypets aren't the most exactly accepted into clans so quickly..."

"It was several moons ago. Plus, I proved myself by fighting off a fox. A patrol was sent to hunt down the fox, but they found me there instead." Moonbeam recalled her encounter with the clan, looking off into the distance thoughtfully. She turned her soulful deep gaze to the calico. "I never caught your name," she stated.

[SpottedPaww]

Originally Posted by Celestial_Sky

"It was several moons ago. Plus, I proved myself by fighting off a fox. A patrol was sent to hunt down the fox, but they found me there instead." Moonbeam recalled her encounter with the clan, looking off into the distance thoughtfully. She turned her soulful deep gaze to the calico. "I never caught your name," she stated.

SpottedPaw squinted. She Sounded genuine, though she could always be a good liar.

"I see.... It's SpottedPaw..."

[Werecat]

@Jayvines

Thunderclaw waited, thinking of a good excuse, but he had none. He would just have to tell the truth. He had lost track of time, after seeing his brother. He should have put the clan in front of himself, and would take whatever punishment deemed worthy, even if he was to be barred from thunderclan forever.

[Celestial_Sky]

Originally Posted by SpottedPaww

SpottedPaw squinted. She Sounded genuine, though she could always be a good liar.

"I see.... It's SpottedPaw..."

Something about Spottedpaw's glare made Moonbeam squirm. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? she wondered. The warrior layed back down, haunted by the suspicious look.

[SpottedPaww]

Originally Posted by Celestial_Sky

Something about Spottedpaw's glare made Moonbeam squirm. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? she wondered. The warrior layed back down, haunted by the suspicious look.

SpottedPaw squinted at her again and put her chin back in her paws, curling her tail infront of her nose

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The first few rays of sunlight shone through the bright green oak leaves. A floral scent wafted through the currently quiet clearing. The occasional chirping of birds could be heard in the distance, waking up the stirring clan. Owlscratch moved from within the warrior’s den. A few holes in the bracken and twig home had let in some light from the pale blue sky. One hole in particular had shone down directly on his face, making the amber tom shift to get away from it. His ears twitched before he slowly opened his copper eyes. A muffled huff followed by a yawn left his jaws as he rolled onto his side, blinking away sleep.

Two other smaller bodies laid in the den with her. She could make out Frostfly’s pure white fur, a slight gray color under the hidden den, and Sandflight’s bright ginger and white pelt. Both cats slept soundly as Owlscratch got up and carefully padded by them.


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[Celestial_Sky]

I sure hope I didn't do anything wrong... Moonbeam thought, concerned. She bunched up tighter, curling up to nap while the sun was still up. @SpottedPaww

[littlelove]

Well, that was easier than she thought. Hiding spots, fighting back against an attacker worst-case scenario... she could do that. They could learn that. And--

Yyyyyyyyyyyeah. There it was. Her face shifted into a dull look as the lecture began, and Cinderpaw debated on how to respond. Part of her just wanted to placate the leader - did she really want to get in trouble over the name of some fox-heart? - but she knew her language would make it back to the leader some way sooner or later.

"...No." She said simply. "I don't respect cats who don't treat us like living things." Maybe she'd be sorry about it when she died again, but for now she wouldn't let it cause her any grief. Even if the stars did love some cat like her enough to give her nine lives and control over an entire clan, guess what? "Starclan hasn't done anything for us. They blame us for the failures of cats they sent omens for, Roseraven told me herself that Starclan's basically ignoring us. I don't see what's worth respecting there, either."

She should be more grateful for what she had. For even being here, even when it was in a broken body when everyone else seemed to remain untouched (especially leaders.), for even letting them be a clan -- because thats what made them, right? The stupid damn words of the stars who couldn't even be bothered to enforce their own rules when Shadowclan strolled into gatherings and murdered a couple cats. Even with all her grievances, a deep down feeling of guilt grasped her. It's how she'd been raised, after all, believing in them -- even if her temptation to abandon what had abandoned her overpowered any feelings of guilt, it was still their and boiled beneath her skin.

There was maybe one Starclan cat she felt indebted to.

[ @Jayvines ]

[xavier.]

| Lambkit |
| He/Him |
| A curlied grey furred tabby tom with a white tail tip and paws; Yellow eyes |

~ No way. No way. Lambkit was able to successfully sneak out of the nursery from his eagle eyes of a mother. Yes, yes he loved her and such but a kit could only take so much smothering. Lambkit stood tall.. or well as tall as he could stand before making his way around the camp and watching all the bigcats he didn't know the name of.. he wondered which one was his dad, he had a dad right? All cats had a dad.. or another mom.. point still stands they always have another parent. 

Oh! What was that? Another den? Hmm, Wouldn't hurt to check it out in case there was a dangerous monster, if there was he'd fight it off, easy as that. The kit stalked to the den and peered his head into it before sneaking into it. Gotta be quiet or else the monster would hear you. Lambkit lowered himself to the ground as he stalked into the den looking around before seeing something in what looked like a nest. The curly furred tom slowly made his way to the monster in the nest. The gray tabby tom suddenly had a small urge to poke it, and poke it he did. ~

| @Jayvines - Sparrowstar |

[Willowfern]

Roosterflame nodded in regards to the mention of leaf bare being the thin-season. That was true. Roosterflame, who had always been rather lean, found that he was much skinnier during winter, and he had a little less energy because of it.
“‘Hogging all the prey’, you say? A bit of a hyperbole if I’ve ever heard one,” He laughs, “It’s a battle just to get you to feed yourself once, I don’t think we’ll need to worry about that.”
Roosterflame pulled a burr out of his fur (It had obviously weaseled its way in when Roosterflame was “battling” the rabbits.), his smile still on his face, warm and genuine as he let out a chuckle at Sparrowstar’s joke,
“Oh, trust me, Sparrow,” He meowed, testing the waters with the nickname (Cindystar had had one, so it only made sense that he find a fitting one for Sparrowstar.), “If I can help it, I never want to see another twoleg again,” His tail tip twitches, “I do dislike repeating adventures, after all.”
He rolls his shoulders, chilly,
“Oh, I’m sure you’d manage,” Roosterflame replied matter-of-factly, “But, oh, your life would be much less fun and a lot more dreary if I were to go,” He meows melodramatically, prodding her chest back, though very lightly, “So I suppose no more adventures for Roosterflame, I’ll have to manage with the day-to-day of ThunderClan,” He snickers, eyes glimmering.
@Jayvines