Poeh! Birdyflight was talking soooo much again! Vixenpaw wasn't sure what 'Caretakers' were supposed to be (it sounded an awful lot like a queen to her) but that name was funny -- !! That's nice! And Blazepaw was the first one, it seemed like. She had never heard of it before, after all (well, except when queens were described as kits' caretakers. Is that what Blazepaw was supposed to do now? Take care of kits with the queens??). That seemed like a lot of work to the young yet curious apprentice. But... Oh well. If it made Blaze happy! After that Vixenpaw wasn't really paying much more attention, that is until Birdyflight mentioned something about dup-uh-fur. She never heard the word 'mourn' before, but judging by the serious expression it couldn't be something happy, right? That was strange. Why would Dup-uh-fur mourn... Mourn? Hmm. It was evident the young apprentice hadn't been paying much attention. And as soon as the meeting got dismissed, she shrugged off her much too complicated thoughts and bounded off to find Batty. Meanwhile Dandelionpaw left the meeting as well.
"I'm back... though Gingerflight and whatstheirname didn't follow me for whatever reason." he huffed as he came padding in. "Don't tell me I'm late, I know. Patrol went fine, we didn't run into any issues."
Thrushfur ໒꒱
Just when he was going to walk off the Thunderwillow. He observed his stylishly tardy son running in. Having no choice but to blink at his son, he flicked his tail. Perhaps two patrols were able to complete it. However, an apprentice managing and doing everything by themselves.. being referred to as a Thunderclan warrior is a waste of space. He merely nodded in Rainpaw's direction. Leaving to attend to other concerns. But as he walked away, a sneaky proud grin spread across his face.
The warrior padded back into camp and her mist-colored eyes searched for the deputy. "Dawnpaw completed the patrol, and there were no issues at the border." Well, it would have been rather weird if there was considering they had been there very recently, but she wasn't looking to stir up anything by mentioning that.
Thrushfur ໒꒱
Mistylight entered the space and caught his attention. No Dawnpaw was next to her, as he discovered. Maybe the apprentice was elsewhere? In any case, he wouldn't look into it. He gave Mistylight a little nod of appreciation. "Once again, thank you; I'm happy that the punishment can be fulfilled. Having a warrior like you, Mistylight, is beneficial." He quickly made his way away. As he waved goodbye to Mistylight, his tail swung in the air. She would go about her usual business as he went about his.
Forest'Chaser crept through the frosted bushes to the clans camp, panting. His ear was a bit battered but not severely and he had a cut across the bridge of his nose. "Im back." He said
Batblood
The young Keeper had just settled at the corner of the camp to rest a little bit and maybe bathe in the late winter sun when his sharp yellow eyes spotted someone slinking in at the entrance. Nothing worth noting usually, but this one hadn't been in Thunderclan for a moon or so. Rising up from where they had sat, Batblood neared the warrior. "Forestchaser," He addressed them in a dryish tone as he briefly eyed the warrior, taking note of the fresh-looking wound cutting over their nose, the battered ears, and how tired the warrior seemed, before steadily meeting their gaze. "Where have you been?"
This would be a particular day for Sootfur. No patrols, no apprentices' training today. No, he had planned this for a while all along: a well needed day of his own training, possibly spent climbing trees and searching for squirrels. I just need someone here with a bit more experience than me. That's all.
Who should be asking to? He glanced around the clearing, where cats shared tongues, consumed meals or prepared to leave. Everyone seemed to have their day already planned out, he though with a prick of frustration. If he didn't find anyone free today, he would have to go out on his own and figure things for himself.
He sighed soundly, swishing his tail as he pictured his mate busy with the daily patrols and so on. I would've asked her, but she's so busy with keeping the clan together... I don't even know how to help her. She's the type who prefers to do things alone, without help. And so, he needed someone else. Harefire? Well, it's true he'd taught me something as an apprentice, but I didn't have any contact with him since then. But this was no time to complain.
Sootfur got to his paws and shook out his fur. Yes, he needed to call out for his clanmates' help.
He took a big breath and let out a loud meow: "Is there anyone free to come and train at tree climbing?" A familiar shape turned her gaze and started walking toward him.
Softsky heard her name called by Flameheart, it seemed a patrol was happening, and she was on it. Oh well, Softsky probably needed the exercise anyway, she did notice that she picked up a bit of weight. So, she went over to her patrolmates, Alderstep, Petalflight, and. . .okay well Lynxtuft hadn't seemed to arrive yet, oh well.
The young Keeper had just settled at the corner of the camp to rest a little bit and maybe bathe in the late winter sun when his sharp yellow eyes spotted someone slinking in at the entrance. Nothing worth noting usually, but this one hadn't been in Thunderclan for a moon or so. Rising up from where they had sat, Batblood neared the warrior. "Forestchaser," He addressed them in a dryish tone as he briefly eyed the warrior, taking note of the fresh-looking wound cutting over their nose, the battered ears, and how tired the warrior seemed, before steadily meeting their gaze. "Where have you been?"
"I...I had ventured out to find prey and I was kept by rouges, I was able to get away from them but not without a fight." He sighed, then hissed in pain if a now visible wound on his flank, it looked pretty deep."I was able to..to fend myself off." He said, looking as if he were about to pass out.
"I...I had ventured out to find prey and I was kept by rouges, I was able to get away from them but not without a fight." He sighed, then hissed in pain if a now visible wound on his flank, it looked pretty deep."I was able to..to fend myself off." He said, looking as if he were about to pass out.
Batblood
Yellow eyes steadily watched as the warrior spoke, and the only expression change on Batblood's face was his mouth twitching into a little scowl at the mention of rogues. Those pesky things seemed to sour every part of life. Be it stealing prey, wandering to a territory where they didn't belong, invading the camp, or now, apparently, taking clan cats. It was a strange story, to be sure, but not impossible he supposed.
Forestchaser winched while speaking, and when moving his head a little, Batblood could spot another wound on the cat's flank. Stars above, what had they gotten themselves into, they seemed just about ready to pass out right then and there. "Fine.", the Keeper mewed. "Go to Sundust and see what he can do about that, but after that, I want to hear more about these rogues."
[Done, but if it's ok with you I'd like to set up a starter later when Forestchaser is healed since Batblood would want to get all the details on what happened.]
alderstep
he/him
thunderclan
russet tabby w/ white paws, green eyes
Alderstep tilted his head back, gesturing to the camp entrance. "Was about to go out myself." Could he leave the rest unsaid? No, probably not. "We could go together, yes," the tom added with a slow nod. He hadn't ever really spoken to Sparrowpelt. Perhaps this was a friendly, polite cat with a few words. Hopefully. Alderstep studied him carefully, wondering what behind that fluffy pelt would reveal how chatty this warrior would be.
Sparrowpelt rose up to his paws where his true size was more apparent. He was larger than the typical ThunderClan warrior, which wasn't really a great thing when trying to work through the underbrush. "Let's go, let's go!" the warrior spoke with a wave of his tail, following the russet warrior towards the entrance. "Where do you want to try hunting at?" he inquired.
Once he was up and moving, he could feel his muscles ready to work. He was getting warmed up now. "The Clan could really use the prey before we get another big winter storm," he spoke, mostly to himself, but also towards the other warrior.
Re: The Thunderwillow
