"Good," the tan molly huffed before turning back towards her den. "Perhaps you can take this time to participate in some more in-depth lessons on clan rules while you reflect on your actions."
With a flick of her tail, she stalked off back to her previous tasks.
[ Done! Morningkit and Featherclaw have been removed from the missing list ]
Initially, the tan molly's face was cold. Observatory as she approached the stranger. However, as one of her warriors was mentioned it morphed into a look of curiosity.
"How do you know Orchidbriar?" she questioned, tone probing as she took a step forward. "Thunderclan is certainly not simply a home for strays... But I would like to think we have some capabilities for compassion."
Was this tom simply here for healing? Stars only know they didn't have the resources to hand out favor to every rogue who got in a bad spot.
"IF Thunderclan were to help you; what do you have to offer? Are you looking for a permanent change, because that is what you will encounter here."
Oh, stars help her.
A glimmer of amusement shone in her eyes as she watched the young one attempt a hunting crouch and leap.
"I think perhaps you need a few more lessons before you join the apprentices," she stated lightly before tapping him lightly back towards camp. "But those lessons need to be had in camp, where it's safe little one. Not in the big wide world where dangers abound."
"Now come, let us get you back home safe."
[ Done! Reedkit has been removed from the missing list ]
Hmph... Well she'd certainly put that inclination to good use.
"Very well," she stated, stepping back and flicking her tail towards the forest. "You will only return to camp once you have caught 3 pieces of prey. After that, you can ask Sundust if he is in need of any herbs. I expect to see proof of your words Beastwatcher. No slacking."
[ Done! Please resubmit Beastwatcher to the alllegiances (as it looks like he was removed) and make 3 hunting posts in ThC territory before continuing normal RP ]
Standing in silence as the tom clearly mulled over his thoughts, Sparrowstar cocked an eyebrow at the tom as the silence extended to an awkward length.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself Thunderclaw, or have you lost your tongue while you were away?"
[ Please state anything your character says with quotation marks or some other indicator, as I cannot tell what is internal vs external dialogue ]
An unfamiliar scent suddenly buffetted into Sparrowstar's den... Quickly turning around, the tan molly squinted at the young molly who introduced herself as Dapplepaw... Oh stars, they certainly HAD been gone a while. She barely remembered her scent.
"Dapplepaw," she started, tone professional as she padded up to them with a searching look. "And where have you been for the past several moons?"
With how long she'd been gone and the scent clinging to her pelt, her best guess would have been lounging about in two-leg place...
Interesting...
Humming lightly as Petal provided her answers, Sparrowstar glanced between the she-cat's eyes once more before taking a step back. Her answers seemed honest; not manipulative or misleading, just facts.
"Very well then," she stated, gaze flicking to Blackfir with a shallow nod before continuing. "I will allow you to join us in Thunderclan Petal, however you will have to endure some training just so we can be sure of your skills. I will assign you a mentor at our next meeting, but Blackfir I trust you will introduce her to the basics of Thunderclan life until then."
"While you are in Thunderclan, you will be known as Petalflight. Please see myself, Thrushfur, or one of my Keepers if you have any questions while you are settling in."
[ Done! Please submit Petalflight to the allegiances and I will assign her a mentor to complete an evaluation in the next meeting ]
"Lynxtuft!"
The tan molly's voice echoed through the area as she approached one of her missing warriors. The fact that her clanmates kept wandering back out and in these days was a rather irksome affair, and she wasn't entirely sure on how best to solve it.
"Where in Starclan's name have you been?"
Where on earth were all these rogues coming from these days?!
A low growl rumbled in her throat as she observed the intruder from her vantage point in the treetops for a moment before calling down to the stranger.
"You are Thunderclan territory rogue," she called out, tail flicking below her as she narrowed her eyes at the tom. "State your business or leave."
He seemed rather startled. If there was any sort of danger following him... Well, she'd just stay up here for now until he answered.
The tortoiseshell she-cat made her way across the clearing. She had a good day and went for a big hunt. She looking up to the vast sky and sighed contently. The whole blue blanket spread across her vision. Her copper eyes scanned the clearing. The icy ground froze the mud in the ground and little hints of frosts were submerged within.
She wondered if she could go fish blasting and socialise with any cat. She was bored. Her mentor was hunting again and she had nothing to do. Oh well..she looked at the fresh kill pile hungrily. Maybe she could have a little squirrel..? Why not have the whole pile-
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.
An unexpected spark of frustration blazed to life in Sparrowstar's chest as Cinderpaw spoke. Was she entitled to hate Dawnstar for what she'd done during her leadership? Of course. Especially when it came to her meddling in Thunderclan... Although as loathe as she was to admit it, the Shadowclan leader had lit a fire under their tails to kickstart Thunderclan back into improving. The deaths that occurred were not excusable, but that wasn't the point here.
"Starclan," the tan molly stated, a hint of that frustration leaking into her voice as she thought back to her ceremony (or lack thereof). "Is currently testing our worthiness. I am just as displeased about it as you seem to be, but those cats are looking out for us; some more than others. The fact that Roseraven seems to think we've been abandoned is simply not true. You can choose who and what you respect as a power of force or... or guidance in this forest, but I will not, I cannot tolerate you talking so dismissively of the one cat who gave you a second chance. She is included amongst those stars in case you forgot."
Speaking so callously against the group that included her sister... Was not acceptable. She knew in her heart of hearts that Cindersky was still looking out for them, even if she had only briefly seen the molly after her death. And even though Brokenstar had made it very clear that he thought Thunderclan unworthy of Starclan's gifts, he still seemed to want what was best for his clan and offered the challenge that she had accepted... Was she fulfilling that challenge? Was she living up to what she had promised.
Visually wilting ever so slightly, Sparrowstar huffed a sigh and turned to look at the wall of her den before continuing to speak.
"Look. Cinderpaw, I don't expect to change your opinions. You have more than enough on your plate as it is, but I am doing my best to bring Thunderclan back to a place of normalcy and safety. I cannot do that if dissent towards Starclan or uncouth jabs towards a rival leader are being tossed around at inopportune times. Whatever you speak of in the warriors den may stay there, but saying such things at gatherings or other meetings or events is not conducive to that goal."
"I do not wish for more unnecessarily lost life. Especially losses that could be avoided."
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| 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. ~
Curled up for a brief catnap, Sparrowstar had just begun to doze when a small paw prodded into her side. Cracking one green eyes open, the tan molly turned her head slightly to see what young cat had snuck into her den today... Oh, Lambkit was it?... She thought so at least. And it seemed like he was practicing his stalking techniques.
A rumbling hum echoed out of her chest as she stretched out in her nest to readjust after the surprise poking.
"Hmmmm... who has poked me I wonder," she hummed, slowly rolling over to give the kit ample time to react. "Was it a little mouse? Or perhaps a twig?"
Concealing her own delight at her sudden idea for a game, Sparrowstar exaggerated each of her movements as she stretched one paw over the side of her nest.
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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
Huffing out an amused chuckle at Roosterflame's lighthearted jabs, Sparrowflight took the opportunity to swipe her tongue a few times over her shoulder to tidy up her fur.
"It certainly would be," she hummed, finishing up one shoulder and switching to the other. "Being Thunderclan's leader is... Well it is certainly a pawful. I am always glad to have you brighten up days when they become particularly dreary."
"I'm sure you will find plenty of new adventure right here in the forest. Besides, Newleaf is only a few moons away so plenty of new things are sure to pop up."
That last phrase may have been more of a consolation for herself (a reminder that the dark and cold days wouldn't last forever), but perhaps it would also give Roosterflame something to look forward to.
Icekit Stuck her small white head in "M-mis Sparrowstar? is... is Roseraven going to be ok?... She seemed so sad... and after that... sge not happy with herself?...?" Icekit mewed gently, she didn't like seeing others sad. and that night... with all the blood... was quite a terrible thing... she hoped everything would be ok for roseraven and the tramuatized denmates of hers...
Turning to face the young kit as they poked into her den, Sparrowstar had to fight back a sorrowful look at their question.
"Roseraven... Will eventually be ok little one," she started, humming lowly as she spoke. "Perhaps you could find them a nice pebble or feather from the camp to give to them I'm sure that would make them feel better."
Small things may not make much difference, but the tan molly had to at least offer the kit a way to attempt something.
"Oh thank you! I'm sure I can handle it!" SqurrelTail was so pleased, she was purring. "I promise I can help him!" SqurrelTail was now bouncing up and down, catching her breath and realizing she was in the leader's den, she dipped her head and mewed, "I'm sure I can handle it SparrowStar."
Giving a small grin to the clearly excited molly, Sparrowstar flicked her tail pleasantly behind her.
"Good, I am glad to hear that. I look forward to seeing how Blazekit develops under your tutelage."
With what seemed like a blatant disregard for basic manners, but was really just a need to rip some idiots a new one indirectly because they 100% WERE IDIOTS, Bumblebreak shouldered her way into Sparrowstar's den and stopped in the entrance.
"Hey, so some of our Clanmates really don't wanna do their jobs," she said bluntly. "I sent Harefire and Tallshadow to Giant's Rest to hunt, and Tallshadow didn't even bother to show up; Harefire ended up doing it all by himself.
"Mistylight, Dawnpaw, and Embertalon were supposed to go out and check on the WindClan border, but apparently Dawnpaw vanished halfway through and hasn't turned up yet. I think Mistylight's gonna go look for 'em.
"Quailfur and Vixenpaw went out to Firefly Cove, but they didn't even bother to report back. I don't even know if they made it in the first place."
She scowled. "Dunno what you or Thrushfur wanna do about it, but there's an issue."
It seemed that Bumblebreak was more of an all-business kind of warrior, rather than a social one. At least in her experience the molly had only really approached her for official reasonings, but that was perfectly fine in Sparrowstar's book. Efficiency was an admirable trait, and one that she liked to cultivate.
Brow furrowing slightly as the missing patrols were reported, she gave a curt nod before responding.
"Thank you for letting me know. I will send Thrushfur to handle their punishments, and I should hope that gives them enough of a kick in the tail to start taking their duties seriously..."
Paws-crossed at least. She knew firsthand how frustrating it was to try and corral warriors like unruly kittens.
"You are doing well as a Keeper Bumblebreak. If you need any extra support from myself, please let me know."
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Sootfur (he/him) Light grey tabby with blue/grey eyes
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Sootfur rushed to his leader's side as soon as they arrived back to camp from the Gathering. She had to know, even if the Shadowclan queen decided not to show up. It was still his duty as a warrior to make his leader know. "Sparrowstar, may we speak for a moment? It's important.And urgent. I really hope she will understand, as I had promised her at the Gathering.
It seemed like she had barely made it into her den from the rain-soaked mess that was this Gathering when Sootfur appeared at her side with a request. Stars give her patience tonight...
"As long as you don't mind me attempting to dry myself off as you talk, you are welcome to speak," she stated, slightly grumpy as she flicked off stray water droplets from her paws. "What is so urgent that it cannot wait for dawn?"
Tucking right into her grooming routine, Sparrowstar attempted to sort out her soaked fur as she perked her ears up and waited for Sootfur to start.
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Flameheart
"I will be sure to do that, then." Flameheart dipped her head and took a note of talking to Creamcloud when she sees her next. Foxpaw would finally be making it to warriorhood, which ultimately brightened her day. Mallowheart and the young Keeper had similar ideas to Camp Care, it seemed, which brought a small smile to her orange and white face. "I'll speak with Mallowheart as well."
"Oh- and speaking of Oriolepaw... I didn't think a punishment was necessary since he did get hurt, and that's punishment enough, but... Mistylight casually mentioned to both Sundust and I that she found Oriolepaw lying on the ground injured. I was under the impression she went out there with him, but that was clearly not the case. I've seen a lot of kits and apprentices think it was okay to sneak out and do things on their own. If I could, may I request that you warn the entirety of the Clan to not sneak out? It's been a big problem as of late and I'd like for that to... not happen. Again."
Rainpaw
Fury and betrayal was perhaps just the right word to describe how Rainpaw felt. Tears silently fell down his face as he made his way across camp and his pelt prickled with unease. If his name weren't Rainpaw... it would be Porcupinepaw. The young tom did not bother to announce his presence as he approached the leader's den. Instead, he came with stomping paws. "That's it- I'm done. I can't be silent about this any longer. Sparrowstar, I have to tell you: Thrushfur will not be a good deputy, let alone leader when the time comes."
Sparrowstar was probably oblivious to the crimes his father has committed. And for the most part... the entirety of ThunderClan was. "As a kit, both of my littermates went missing. Not a single warrior or apprentice gathered search parties for them. Not even Thrushfur or Quailfur, my own parents. And every time I said something to someone... I was berated for my behavior! he snarled each word, spitting out the hatred that lingered inside his short-haired body for moons each second.
"My former mentor, Bumbleflight... My own mother, Quailfur... Batblood, your Keeper! It felt like ThunderClan didn't want my sisters back. They abandoned kits! They broke perhaps the most important rule in the code! And I tried... so hard to not lose my mind. Every day since they both disappeared, it took everything in me to not think my sisters were dead... and now that Quietpaw is back, I've been there for her. Every step of the way... I've made sure she was comfortable in her nest. I've made sure everyone she interacted with knew she was mute! I've made sure she made it through her first night home by giving her food and keeping her warm. Fallowkit is out there somewhere. And so is Lavenderpaw. And only the stars know if they're alive or dead! I mean- Quietpaw was clinging to life when Flameheart and I found her on the border with WindClan!"
"My sisters mean everything to me. And I've been more of a father figure to Quietpaw than Thrushfur ever has. How is it, Sparrowstar, you trust Thrushfur to look out for the entirety of ThunderClan's future when he doesn't even care about his own kin? Because it sure as a fox's fang sounds like he cares more about his ambitions and goals than he does the Clan. He doesn't care about its survival. He doesn't care whether a Clanmate goes missing or dies... he doesn't bother to keep a connection with his family... and neither does Quailfur! I'm the only active figure in Quietpaw's LIFE!"
"My life... for eight moons... has been nothing but stress, worry, and anger. Toward the entirety of ThunderClan. My mother berated me for attending the meeting when you got announced as leader and not telling her! My sisters were there to comfort me. To change her perspective on the situation. I owe them so much... I am who I am because of my sisters. And if you don't do something about it, then I will. And may the stars have mercy, because I won't. Not toward anyone, even Thrushfur. The way I see it- Thrushfur's not my father and Quailfur is not my mother!"
Flameheart:
Humming in agreement, Sparrowstar gave a brief nod to the young Keeper.
"I will mention that during our next meeting. It seems that our youth need a reminder of the rules of camp, but Oriolepaw has gained enough consequences for this action on his own. Thank you for the report."
Rainpaw:
Stomping pawsteps were not a thing she heard everyday... Glancing up towards the entrance of her den as she rearranged the moss in her nest, Sparrowstar was surprised to see Rainpaw marching right on in with prickled fur and a clearly agitated look on his face. Blinking in bewilderment as the apprentice began to berate his father, mother, former mentor--even Batbloood, the tan molly slowly sat up as she took in everything that was said. This was... well it was certainly more than she was expecting to deal with first thing in the morning.
Unfortunately, what seemed to have been a legitimate concern from this young cat quickly devolved into what looked like a temper tantrum. Green eyes flashing as Rainpaw threatened to "do something about" Thrushfur and practically disowned his parents in front of her.
"That's quite enough!" she called out, voice stern and clear as she peered down at the tom before her and hopefully ending his rant. "While Thrushfur may not have been as attentive as he could have been to you and your littermates during kithood and the beginning of your apprenticeship, that has nothing to do with the skills and attributes I chose him to be deputy for. I'm sorry to be so blunt, but your situation is not dissimilar to many cats in this forest. Toms are not always present for kit's, and while queens are usually more attentive they complete their obligated duties once their kits reach their apprenticeship."
It was a hard truth to accept, but it was the way of the forest. Softening her tone slightly, she continued.
"I am not saying this to dismiss your concerns Rainpaw, but Thrushfur's ambition and straightforwardness are precisely why he was chosen to take over as deputy. The loss of your siblings is tragic, but no cat has eyes on the back of their head. Sometimes kits and apprentices choose to break the rules and wander off. It is unfortunate, but we cannot commit warriors to constantly search for missing cats and keep Thunderclan functional at the same time. Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. My younger sisters, my adoptive mother, and my former mentor all disappeared suddenly and it was heartbreaking. Heartbreaking, but there is nothing you can do about it. Cats need to make their own choices, or else they are no better than kits throughout their lives."
Pausing to take a breath, the tan molly allowed a moment of silence to permeate the den before awaiting Rainpaw's response.
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“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
Sootfur (he/him) Light grey tabby with blue/grey eyes
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Sootfur dipped his head briefly and hurried inside the den, feeling a bit sorry for bothering the leader just right now. She must be tired, but this is very important. "Sparrowstar, I... at the Gathering, tonight, I met a Shadowclan cat. She was close to give birth to her kits, and her eyes were hollow and terrified."Oh, Stars... if she doesn't allow it, I don't know what else she could do.
"We were talking about the routines in our clans, but she mentioned horrors that only Shadowclan could ever create. I..." This was the hardest part. He knew his leader would get angry at him, but he'd had no other choice. He gulped down and continued with more effort. "She seemed hopeless. I told her about the life in Thunderclan, and asked her to reach the Thunderclan border secretly in two days, so that I could bring her to you and ask for a safe home."
He bowed his head, aware that he'd taken an important decision alone and without his leader's consent. But... what if it was the only right thing to do? What other choice did I have? She was so kind and gentle, and when she'd mentioned all of that and her eyes had darkened... I saw Flameheart in those eyes. I saw a broken warrior, but first of all a scared mother. What if Flameheart had been in her place?
Blazekit sniffed around the nursery following a scent the tom lifted his head" hi my name is blazekit i'm deaf and blind but i can feel viberation" he meowed
@Speckear
Mossykit smiled as he meowed back “Hello there I-I’m Mossykit its nice to meet you”
Honeykit could not help it. Her olive hues watered sadly as Thunderblaze walked off, making her feel a stabbing sensation in her chest. It didn't make sense, and Honeykit had no idea why her heart hurt upon seeing her father turn tail and leave, but the little she-kit lifted a cream paw to wipe at her black-rimmed eyes. It was okay! Right? Honeykit would make him proud one day! She swore it!
Still pouting, the she-kit hopped to her paws and shuffled away, ignoring her foster mother and what-ever-the-soggy-mossball's-name-was. Halfway through the clearing, Honeykit plopped down in front of a pebble, batting at it with her paws. Not a few moments later, her older brother limped over with.. a mouse? Ew, everyone knew Honeykit liked squirrels. ..Right? Didn't everyone know that? Maybe just like Thunderblaze, nobody knew anything about her. Ears pressed flat against her skull, the pretty dilute calico only offered her brother a cursory glance. "Are you still pretending to walk bad?" She asked glumly.
[ @Pluto! - Forestchaser / @~Silvershine~ - Stormpaw & Thunderblaze / @candy hearts. - Rainfall | Mentioning you guys to let you know that Honeykit has walked away and is pouting on a different side of the clearing Also, Silvershine, I love Thunderblaze so much, haha. His personality is amazing and is helping a LOT with Honeykit's development :0 ]
[ Haha thanks thunderblaze didn't use to be like this when mapleleaf was alive or his brother alive but now that mapleleaf and robinflight are gone he'll be more in this personality for life, i'll make sure to keep the personality up]
THunderblaze sighed as he stopped in his walk* i can't do this i can't be a father i'm failing my kits!* he thought as he started doubting himself he turned his head and looked back to honeykit then turning quickly the tom sighed again" mapleleaf what do you want me to do" he said looking at the sky in distress
His mind became disorganized after hearing what Cinderpaw had said back there as he tried to process everything. His blue eyes were hazy as he marched back into his camp, his thoughts elsewhere. Having fun with my kits in the snow? He realized how many kits he had that were not missing. Flameheart was present, but she has matured into a warrior (but still partially young compared to others). And now she was a keeper to add to her already-heavy workload. Quietpaw, perhaps, but he doubts she'd enjoy playing in the snow. How could he make things amusing, especially with him, when he can't even get along with his own kin? Rainpaw, on the other hand, he was incapable of doing so. Given his potential neglect of them, him, he lacks the courage to confront his own son directly. To be honest, he struggled with remorse for nearly a full moon.
Then, in a truly bizarre turn of events, he was promoted to deputy. Cinderpaw, of all the cats, was the one who advised him to speak with his family. Spend time with them and talk to them in a meaningful way. He regretted being so reserved because he could have done it when he was a warrior. He had realized that his duties as a deputy had limited some of his mental abilities. He could become engrossed in the feeling of half-loathing his responsibilities. Truly strange and repulsive. It was unpleasant to consider as a small, quiet snarl emerged from his maw. He was incapable of even believing he was right in the situation. How many Thunderclan cats vanish each moon? The numbers that could accumulate and queue up in his mind were beyond his comprehension.
He looked at Sundust, displaying the bare minimum they could find, and wished they could have gotten something fresher. Greener then the environment in which they normally live. He could only stammer a few words through the barrier and maw of the sticks he was carrying, which included two sticks and a gently wrapped cobwebbed stick. "Sorry that he couldn't find anything much more than some dull sticks and cobwebs, having much more than just these would be ultimately better." He mewed, then patiently waited for the medicine cat's response. He hoped Cinderpaw wouldn't be too keen on it if he went to talk to Rainpaw right away. He does not want anyone to be too concerned. He would be happy even if he could only improve their relationship slightly, perhaps even by a percentage. He lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper and turned to face Cinderpaw. "And thank you Cinderpaw for informing me, I'll be sure to head on over right away."
Mossykit was sitting in his nest rather then taking to the other kits the long furred red and brown tom kit stayed still but moved a small bit before noticing how happy the other kits looked so he put one paw out into the open and then thought “Should I talk to them? Ok I’ll do it!” He then climbed out of the nest fully into a sitting position again and waited for somekit to talk to him
Lotuskit
Yellow beady eyes watched the small tom kit push himself from the nursery before pouncing hopefully knowing him over. Hello! I’m lotuskit. Wanna be friends? I saw you were lonely and I’m always lonely so you wanna be lonely together hm?! he squawked loudly as he climbed off of the other kit to briefly lick at his white and cream fur.
Thunderclaw stood stoutly,"I am willing to accept any punishment. I love thunderclan and all the cats here, but if my punishment is to be banished then I will accept. I have no great excuse." He bowed his head, trying to look brave but his tail may have betrayed him by twitching.
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