She noticed Gray beckoning her over, so the orange-eyed kit rushed into her arms. We don't have to stay here. Yeah, we can't."So she's... gone?" As she embraced the gray cat, feeling some kind of connection to her already, she wanted to cling onto that connection like a bear to it's mother, like a branch to a tree. This cat would be mad if the big brown cat returned to their big evil perch ever again, as she should. Firkit would kill her. If that hellhound ever reared their hideously evil head near her or Gray ever again, she would kill her. Even if she died herself, no matter what, that cat would be dead. Whether it be today or in many moons, if she invades me or Gray or Yellow, they're dead.
Suddenly, a new cat arrived, this one a reddish color. There was Gray, Yellow, and Red. But almost as quickly as Firkit identified the coloring of her pelt, she remembered the pelt. They were there when I... She gave a weak snarl at the cat, however, some flame of forgiveness was lit inside of her when she saw them, remembered what they looked like when the big bad cat was there on her evil perch. Young. Not even a warrior yet, a young apprentice. She retreated from beneath Gray to crouch before Red, still a bit scared. "I was asleep. I needed to get away from the... meanies here." She gulped.
Boom.
Crrr...ack!
Thump.
Something fell... the big evil perch fell. She sprinted past Red, Gray, and Yellow to look up at the remains of the tree. No more evil thing. It was... dead. It fell, it's gone! War is over. She stood, now away from all of her newfound colorful cats to stare, motionless as cats made an effort to. save. the branch. No! No, the bad cat was up there! The one with the... THE SAME EYES AS ME! I can't... have these. On my face. They can't be there, we can't be similar in any way, I hate her so much, she's dead if she tries to touch me, Gray, Yellow, or even Red."No, no... why are you all trying to save the bad brown cat's perch? She hurt you all, she wreaked havoc on your people," She ran back to Cinderpaw, who had since been swamped by mud and other young cats. "Gray. Gray, you're overwhelmin' yourself.. you can't get all of them away from the reality, I'm begging you to just take a break, man. We got so far, just making it here." She inhaled, preparing to get one last holler out of her small but powerful body, one full of hope arising from the fiery depths of her body, one ridden of illness.
"Gray, I'm proud of you. We don't know each other that well, but i think you know me better than I know you. I'm proud of you for making it so far."
That came from... a kit. That loud voice took every last bit of energy in her to create, but it happened. She lingered behind the group of kits, still looking Gray straight in the eye. while her flame-like pelt was flattened and put out by the rain, the fire in her eyes still burned with passion, with hope.
Like a real animal.
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[Mkay, I'll keep that in mind. Go ahead and bump me if I don't respond within a day. Otherwise, I'm also good with whoever adopts Hollykit jumping in to finish the lesson. Just let them know she's in the middle of this and let me know who's RPing her]
He watched in bemused interest as a group of kits tumbled in behind him. There was the familiar pride welling inside him at a full class of kits interested in learning about the warrior code, an aspect of warriorhood he'd always taken an intense interest in but he once again tampered his excitement understanding that interest now did not necessarily mean they'd continue care, as had been apparent with some of his previous students. He nodded slightly then asked, "Do any of you know why the warrior code is important?"
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Stormkit [He/Him]
Stormkit shrugged hesitantly, So that we are safe and won’t be rogues?” The tom could think of a thousand reasons why. “Plus, our ancestors made it for us.”
Hollykit [She/Her]
Hollykit shrugged, she’d never thought about it.
Puddlekit [He/Him]
Puddlekit was a mix of Hollykit and Stormkit, he could think of ideas but he didn’t know.
Sundust didn't know what he was expected when they were returning with Firkit, but it was most certainly not what was happening when they arrived.
The camp was falling apart, fractured by lightning and the wails of a people who had gone on too long. Where was their relief? There was no rest for the wicked, but what of the good? What had they done to deserve this?
Cinderpaw's voice snapped Sundust back into focus. Help. They needed help. She needed help. The children needed help. "I've got them," was all he said, accompanied by a firm nod, and set off into the crowd to guide the lost children to some semblance of stability. The first he saw was Crowpaw, calling for Cinderpaw. It made his heart ache - that apprentice was too long to have experienced this much hurt.
He made his way over swiftly, crouching by Crowpaw and softly nudging the young cat with his nose. "Crowpaw," Sundust kept his voice as gentle as possible while still being heard of the heavy rain. "Let's get dry, okay? I'll take you to Cinderpaw. We're going to make sure you're okay." Now and in the future as well.
Echosong
Echosong had a cold. An achy, horrible cold that had rendered her useless the past couple of days. All she could do was sleep in her new (and much tinier) moss bed and sniffle. For the most part she had been completely isolated from clan life, unable to bear any sort of interaction in her pitiful state.
She had planned to ride out her illness until she felt better... until the noise from the Thunderwillow had reached an alarming level. No one ever made such racket for a good thing after all. Something was wrong. Please no more dead children. No more invasions. No more chaos. I just want to go to bed.
Unfortunately the molly's prayers would go unanswered as the sight that greeted her puffy eyes were exactly what she had hoped she wouldn't see. Chaos. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been(a quick scan for an enemy leader slightly eased those concerns). In fact Echosong couldn't locate a dead body anywhere. Despite the clumps of cats wailing about, it seemed for once that this gathering wasn't about a fallen clanmate. Or maybe it was. It took a bit for the words being shouted out to fully register in her groggy mind. Sparrowstar was gone. Captured by Twolegs. Thunderclan was once again without a leader.
But she wasn't dead. Roosterflame hadn't mentioned anything about a body. Was Shallow captured by twolegs as well? Is that what happened to them? She would store that thought away for now. It seemed that the priority now was keeping the kits out of the chaos and supporting those closest to Sparrowstar. (And dodging falling branches! Yikes!). So much was going on today! Maybe once everything died down she could fully process that Cinderpaw seemed to be walking with a corpse at her side. I wish I had stayed asleep.
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Pebblepaw had learned very quickly, and very recently how scary the world actually was. She had just seen three of her protectors mauled for her mistake. She had only made it out alive by sheer luck and stumbled home a bloody mess. Inside her dazed and confused little mind, all she could think do was vow to never leave the safe confines of her home again. It was safe here. How wrong the little cat was.
First came the devastating news. Birdiestar was gone. Just like Bluetree and Redowl and Flamechaser. Did she... leave because of me? She was that mad that I caused that she left us? She didn't know her guilt levels could raise any higher, and yet here she was absolutely drowning in it. I'm gonna be the reason Thunderclan falls! Without Birdiestar... are we gonna get attacked again? Will the ghouls kill more of my friends? Panicked yellow eyes scanned the clearing for her friends, desperately hoping to see their pelts amongst the crowd. Foxflurry? Hazelpaw? That one guy? Where were they?
Rising on shaky paws from her spot near the apprentices den, Pebblepaw decided to go into the fray and look for them. That was until...
KRRRAAAACKKK!!
A single flash of light and the loudest noise she had ever heard sent fear right through her body, immobilizing her once more. "Help me!" She wailed, not knowing if anyone could hear her over the boom. Starclan was trying to strike her down weren't they? She was gonna die!!!
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Alderstep did not answer the apprentice's question, noticing how Roosterflame had brought himself to finally speak. The tom stayed quiet and let the words reach his ears. It was as if for the first time in his life, he hadn't heard what a cat had said. Sparrowstar was gone. It didn't seem right. Unnatural.
The electricity in the air poofed up Alderstep's fur, though he remained unflinching as the willow tree branch broke off. He fixed his gaze up on the tree. Poor thing. Didn't even do anything wrong, just grew too high. The tom hunched over, letting the rain wash over his fur. Now what? He looked around the clearing, wondering who was going to be in charge. Thrushfur? He seemed to be in no condition, at least from the warrior's point of view.
"Now what?" Alderstep thought again, but this time he vocalized it.
Peachpaw was stunned into silence. She tried to use her wonderful memory, to gather all the information she had on twoleg traps. Nothing would come though. Her brain was empty. It wasn't so much that she had known Sparrowstar personally or had an extreme emotional attachment to the she-cat, but... What was ThunderClan without its leader? What was ThunderClan without Sparrowstar? What would hapoen now? Peachpaw's mind began to race as she heard a chorus of cats echo all the questions she had. She barely even noticed the branch fall, just vaguely tuought to herself Zap! as it fell. She took several moments to gather herself, then turned to Alderstep, tryijg her best to answer his question. "Well. Following Clan procedure, I assume there will be several search patrols sent out to look for Sparrowstar, with, most likely, unsuccessful results. After all, about one in every thirty cats that have been trapped by twolegs have been able to return to their Clan alive," she estimated, figuring out the statistic by thinking of every story she had heard about cats going missing. "Naturally, it will be brought up at the next Gathering, after which Thrushfur will have to step up and take her place." Peachpaw kept her answer short and curt, too stunned to become frenzied and irrational like some of the other cats. Thrushstar.... It just didn't sound right. But there must've been a time when calling Sparrowstar her leader name felt unnatural.
Hearing Cinderpaw's call, Peachpaw began to pad away fron where Aldersteo was sitting. "I believe this ends our short-lived interaction," she said coldly, still numb with shock.
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| Rainfall |
| She/Her |
| A long-furred russian blue cat with a white muzzle and paws; Light green eyes |
~ Rainfall lifted her head once she heard the voice that belonged to the one and only Roosterflame. Oh no. Something happened. Rainfall didn't know what it was but she knew it was bad. Rainfall had noticed how her son and Foggywillows son ran out. The molly quickly stood up and followed them.
"Stormkit. Puddlekit. Come over here and sit by me. Please do not crowd him."
The forever queen said as she sat at the entrance of the nursery. ~
His call had roused a large chunk of the clan. The fact that the majority of them were children didn’t pass by Roosterflame unnoticed, but he didn’t have it in him to tell them to go. They were going to hear it somehow, and they’d already seen how the adults were reacting. They weren’t going to want to leave, that was something Roosterflame was sure of.
Roosterflame gave Stormkit [ @Emo Rat ] a hollow look, but he said nothing about what happened. He only wanted to have to say it once. Actually, he didn’t want to have to say it at all. It was a horrible thing to have to say. Instead, he locked eyes with Puddlekit [ @/emo rat ]! “You two should go over to Rainfall [ @Le Batteur ], she’s calling to you,” He meowed gently, or as gently as he could without his voice breaking again. It was hard to speak and sound stable right now.
Sandkit [ @daenerys ] and Wildkit [ @Angelique ] were next out of the nursery. That made it four kits out to witness this “meeting”, Roosterflame observed.
Sandkit actually padded up to him and told him not to wake the flowers. Normally, Roosterflame would have smiled and humored the little guy, but all he could think of was Sparrowstar. Sparrowstar likes flowers… He thought. “…Is everything okay?”
He could smell what he knew was rain on the horizon. Even the sky wants to cry because Sparrowstar is gone, Roosterflame thought.
Now, there was a significant lull in cats entering the clearing, and Roosterflame waited for a moment, just to see if anyone else would come, but no. It appeared that everyone that was awake and had heard him was here. It was time for the moment he dreaded more than anything else, telling the clan what had happened to Sparrowstar.
It was beginning to drizzle, and Roosterflame took it as a sign to get a move on. He didn’t want to be standing in the rain. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Roosterflame cleared his throat, ready to raise his voice again. “I’m sorry for making y’all wait a second,” He began slowly, “But I… needed to answer some questions, and, truthfully, I needed to gather myself. I don’t know if it’s showing or not, but I am actually freaking out a lot right now and it’s so difficult to-“Get to the point, don’t make this last longer than it has to,”Sorry.”
He looked around, taking in everyone’s faces. “The reason that I have called this meeting, as many of you have guessed, is because Sparrowstar is…” He choked on his own words as a flash of lightning lit up the sky some miles away, “She’s-“ He couldn’t say it. Oh my god this was going to be so difficult for him to say. “She was going on a run though the forest, I think, and there was… a trap…” The sight of Sparrowstar in that cage resurfaced in his mind and a tear dripped down the side of his blood-crusted cheek, “And twolegs took the trap… and Sparrowstar… she…” The fur along Roosterflame’s spine began to prick up. He assumed it was the humidity. “Sparrowstar is gone-!“
Just as he spoke a giant fork of lightning leapt from the sky and struck a branch of the Thunderwillow, causing it to break off of the ancient tree and tumble to the ground with a shower of bark and sparks. Roosterflame startled and ducked his head under his paws, terrified, but the branch, thankfully, landed behind the Thunderwillow, away from the gathered cats. Roosterflame sat for a moment, still worried that something was going to fall on him, but when the thunder rumbled on, the rain began to pour buckets, and no more lightning struck, he raised his head to assess the damage.
There was a sizzling stump where the broad, sturdy branch once was, but there was no smoke or fire.
But above all of the fear from the lightning strike, Roosterflame was heartbroken, because the limb that had broken off… was the exact same one that Sparrowstar used to sit on when she called meetings.
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Stormkit [He/him] & Puddlekit [He/Him]
Stormkit and Puddlekit both frowned. They didn’t want to sit with the queen right now as Stormkit was almost the age of an apprentice. Puddlekit waited patiently and followed Stormkit as he dragged his hind leg to Rainfall.
When the announcement came, Stormkit broke. The tom started wailing. Sparrowstar was the one who saved him twice. Two times.
- Just stormkit
Stormkit was crying, the poor tom was shattered. He wasn’t one to freak out, but he sure was now. The loud crack made him and Puddlekit jump. Rain splattered against their fur.
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She was making a mad, terrified dash for the den beneath the tree. The only place that she felt anything close to safe. She can't be gone. She was protecting me. She scared the nightmares away. She was going to keep me safe. Stinging tears rolled down her face, and she felt so alone. Her paws stung too, but just as she was getting closer and closer to the den entrance, where the bulk of the splinters and litter was, which she didn't see because she had tunnel vision. She saw nothing but the den entrance.
The den that warded off all nightmares sat right there, and she was so close. it wasn't like anyone would notice. No one ever did. She was running faster now, launching herself towards the den entrance, when she heard the thudding of large paws on the ground behind her. She heard her name. Someone was chasing her. Panic hit her like a boulder, and she pounced for the den, set to land in a large amount of angry looking, sharp splinters, when she was caught mid-pounce by something large and warm. She froze, terrified, because the fur she saw covering the cat who had picked her up was the same color as the same Plantcat who she had nightmares about. The same color fur as the cat that she had watched crush the life out of someone so tiny. Fireflykit let out a gasp so desperate, so full of terror that she barely recognized it, then she heard a voice. That wasn't the Plantcat's voice.
It was someone she hadn't talked to, but she knew this wasn't someone to be afraid of. Wrapping into a tiny ball of black, brown and yellow, the kitten buried herself as deep as she could into this cat's chest fur, paws shaking and the kit let out a soft moan. She looked at her paws, and was struck with deja vu. This was like the other meeting. Where she had entered the clearing, white paws covered in the blood of the dead queen and kits. Only this red was different. This hurt, and she didn't know why. A quick glimpse at her paws helped her identify the source of the pain. Some brown, sharp things were stuck in each one of her paws, and she looked away. Looking away didn't stop the pain, she still knew it was there, but at least she didn't have to look at it in depth.
"You don't need to be alone. You're safe."
Those words made her freeze, and the wet kitten didn't know what to do. She hadn't really been held before. She hadn't been embraced before. She had only felt this sense of security once before - with Sparrow. And Sparrow was going. So Fireflykit did the only thing she knew how to do. She cried. Soft sobs that shook her body, and she reveled in this feeling. She didn't feel safe, no, but she felt like someone cared. It was probably only for a moment. Once this kind cat realized that she was rejected by her parents, ignored in the nursery, growing up with no family.... it would scare this cat away. They'd think there was something wrong with her.
And they'd be right, right? She didn't know what it was, but there must be something wrong with her. Fireflykit just needed to find out what it was. So she could fix it. So someone could finally love her. Trembling violently against the cold rain and the fear and the pain, she blinked rapidly, trying to keep her eyes in focus.
"she scared the nightmares away. i.... i don't want them to come back." She whimpered, not knowing that her savior wouldn't be able to hear her or read her lips, since her face was out of this kind warrior's vision. Or at least, that's how it seemed. Fireflykit was sure that this safety and security, the not-being aloneness wouldn't last long- it never did, so she tried to soak it in. Attention starved, touch starved, love starved, she wanted to just take all this in so she could remember how nice it was to feel cared about when this cat left.
because everyone always left. mama, dad, sparrow. everyone she trusted.
gone.
So Fireflykit turned around and buried her face in Asterdance's chest fur, wanting to warm up and ignore all the pain and chaos that was going on right now. She heard Cinder calling for all kits and apprentices to go to the apprentice's den, but since that would mean being cast aside and forgotten in a crowd again, the kid made no move to indicate that she planned on detaching from Asterdance anytime soon.
(Enjoy the Sorrel trauma at the end)
Sorreldust had originally been going to ignore the call from the Willowtree, but as her own little trouble makers ran outside to see the commotion, it automatically became her business to see join as well. They might be 2 moons shy of being apprentices, but she'd rather they weren't in that large crowd by themselves.
They'd seated themselves right in the thick of the mass and she had to squeeze herself through the crowd the two little ones seemed to have no problems navigating.
When she finally reached them, there was embarrassment that flooded through her as she heard the silly things her kits her saying. She coughed and wrapped her tail around the two. "I know Roosterflame isn't the cat we're used to seeing on the Willowtree, but he's called us to say something important and we need to listen just like we would if Sparrowstar was up there."
Speaking of..... the leader was noticeably not around and the sight of blood on her fellow warrior was..... concerning to say the least.
[ @Lilacquartz ; @Eaglet ]
She turned her head to Quailfur, her thoughts on the matter set to the backburner as she heard the warrior growl at her daughter.
However, given that Quailfir was comforting Thrushfur, she left her sentence simple. "I understand what Russetkit said was inappropriate, but I would appreciate that you didn't growl at my daughter, please."
She turned to Thrushfur himself. "I'm sorry for my daughter's comment, Thrushfur. I know things have been rough for you lately and you have my sympathy. It won't happen again."
[ @daenerys ; @lio ]
As Sandkit stepped in to defend his sister, she leaned down towards the two, deciding to teach them that their words should be chosen more carefully at a later time. "Quailfur means well. We should not react with anger at the moment. Something has happened and we need to listen."
Soon enough, she received her answer of what had happened. Sparrowstar gone, and twolegs had taken her. She couldn't shake the way her fur stood on end at the news. Just, something about the situation made her queasy.
Would a search party be sent after her?
She wasn't sure herself whether or not that would be a good idea, but she did hear others mention the idea themselves. But in the meantime, what did this mean for the leadership of ThunderClan? Thrushfur was still mourning and likely wasn't in an emotional state to lead.
Her thoughts her interrupted when her stomach lurched again, more painfully than when the nausea began and a single flash of lightning reflected in her eyes, coming towards the Willowtree.
In a moment, she re-lived when she'd seen fire dance and spread in camp, greedily licking up the Dens and consuming everything in it's path.
Fear struck her and Sorreldust covered her children with her body as she watched the struck branch shatter at the end and and tumble to the ground, so sure the falling limb would crush her and her kits, a familiar panic and ache in her heart as she shielded Sandkit and Russetkit from an enemy that wasn't there.
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RUSSETKIT
tiny, fluffy she-cat with red fur and yellow eyes. she/her
A growl in her direction made Russetkit flinch, taking a step back briefly. Her ears flattened, tail lowering against the ground. Oh. She was just trying to help. Why wasn't it good to help? Her Mama always helped her stay clean and nice smelling, so she thought this cat would want to smell nice as well. Russetkit frowned, moving even closer to Sandkit and brushing her fur against his.
"I guess they don't want Mama to help them smell good," she whispered, a dejected expression on her little face. With no intention of moving from where she was, Russetkit simply nuzzled into her brother's fur.
With her Mama's arrival, Russetkit smiled, though it quickly faded as Sandkit was scolded. "We were just trying to help..." she mumbled.
With the next words out of the tall cat, though, she stared at him, her eyes widened with pure confusion. He seemed to struggle to get out his words, only to say that Sparrowstar was... gone? She hadn't known the leader very well, but she knew that Sparrowstar was a good leader after hearing others talk about her. Where had she gone? Russetkit didn't understand why the leader would just go anywhere. Why couldn't she just come back? Her lips pulled into a frown once more, unable to wrap her little mind around the situation. Maybe she'd ask Mama what was going on.
She opened her mouth to question it, only to squeak with shock as a loud crack rang through the clearing. All of Russetkit's fur stood on end, eyes flying wide with surprise. She pressed as close to her brother as she could, flinching with the loud thud that the fallen branch made against the ground.
"What was that?" she squeaked, staring up at her Mama, "That big sound was so loud! It sounds like Sandkit snoring!"
As she stared at the sparking branch, however, Russetkit felt a sudden sting of pain in one side of her face. She gave a quiet hiss, flattening herself to the ground and rubbing at her eye furiously. Her ears flattened against her head, confused as to why she had this feeling. Mama had protected her and Sandkit. She hadn't been hit by anything, so why did it hurt? There was nothing wrong! The pain faded as quickly as it had arrived, though a faint tingle still remained. Russetkit huffed, glaring at the branch.
Dumb branch.
She pressed against her Mama, grumbling to herself quietly.
So much was happening that it had Sandkit's head spinning. The big cats words had him confused, shrinking himself back to stand as close as he could to his sister. Why wasn't everything alright? Why did he sound sad? Just as he opened his mouth to ask these questions he felt the presence of his Mama come up around him and automatically shrank back against her. "I'm sorry Mama I didn't mean to," he pouted as he was scolded, shoulder drooping a bit. It felt good that Russetkit was standing up for him, but still he had gotten them both in trouble it felt like and he didn't want that.
Then came the loud noise and all of his little kitten fur stood on end. But his shock made way for irritation as his sister compared it to his snoring and he gave a loud snort. Little chubby paws reached up and shoved her a bit - though it was gentle. "It does not! I don't even snore, you do you big butt!" The rain pelting down did little to fend off his attack of his sister, but what did cut it short was the way his Mama hunched over him and Russetkit.
Hmph. He had half a mind to give another retort but a look on Russetkit's face had it melt from his mind. Concern overwhelmed him and he blinked, yellow eyes round. "Russetkit? Sister? Are you okay?" He then looked at Mama worriedly. "Mama Russetkit is hurt!" Had anything hit her? Sandkit leaned forward to sniff her, realizing that she was, in fact, not physically harmed in anyway. Concern gave way to confusion, and then Sandkit shook his head. It didn't matter. He shouldn't have pushed his sister.
"I'm sorry if me pushing you hurt you, Russy." Big yellow eyes were close to tears as he waited for his sister to look at him and not the branch. She had to know he was sorry, right??
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Spikystalker nodded to Redhawk as He Paddled over to Get a Grip on the oppisit end of the branch. he braced himself as he started to lift it up. mewing around the bark in his mouth he meowed "already lets start going, you lead and i'll follow your way and make sure this doesn't take anyone out o the way. Young Tom would you Mind letting go of my leg now?" he mewwed at Zyon, who was klinging to him. Beastwatcher quitely step forward and picked the tom up by the scruff "i'll take him to the apprentices den with the others" he mewed through a mouthful of fur. @littlelove @daenerys
After a bit of maneuvering, Redhawk managed to not trip over anything as she made her way around the outskirts of the camp and towards the entrance. There, once they had stepped out and off to the side a bit, she let down her end and indicated for Spikystalker to do the same. Here it would be out of the way of the main entrance and camp so other kits wouldn't run over it. "Thanks for the he-lp," she nodded towards her Clanmate with a shy smile. Working together with them... well, it wasn't something she was used to.
With that the dark brown and ginger she-cat turned and ducked to head back into the camp clearing. There was likely more that needed to be done, but most of it was being handled. Cinderpaw, Sundust, and Asterdance seemed to be rounding up the youngsters, as was Beastwatcher with the kit who had clung to Spikestalker's legs. Redhawk shuffled her paws briefly before locating Firkit once more, trotting over to join her. She offered a soft smile, then looked to Cinderpaw. "I'm back. Um, whatever else you need, Cinderpaw, I can h-help." A small point of confidence was forced into her tone as she nodded, hoping it was ignored how her toe beans drummed the camp ground anxiously.
He'd come out from the Warriors den after hearing faint yelling, followed by a strike of lightning. Fur standing on edge due to the electricity within the air. He didn't even know what was happening, what the news was, or why everyone was so...saddened. But seeing as how it was a stranger on the ledge, with ThunderClan that meant one of two things. Someone has a plan to expand territory or get revenge, or, they were down a leader once more. He was hoping it was the revenge.
With a sniff, the Calico sat down where he stood, scooting off to the side of the entrance to the den, so others can come and go as they please. He would get whatever the news was eventually, his clanmates liked to babble and overshare. He hoped, prayed to whatever being there was in the sky, that they weren't down another leader. That they still had one. Sparrowstar was...well they were stable, they existed within the clan and were out and about. No sitting in the den, no waiting for what seemed like hours for a meeting to conclude, or to even get to the main topic. None of it.
If they were down another leader, Spiderthroat would take his complaints to the stars.
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Echosong
Echosong had a cold. An achy, horrible cold that had rendered her useless the past couple of days. All she could do was sleep in her new (and much tinier) moss bed and sniffle. For the most part she had been completely isolated from clan life, unable to bear any sort of interaction in her pitiful state.
She had planned to ride out her illness until she felt better... until the noise from the Thunderwillow had reached an alarming level. No one ever made such racket for a good thing after all. Something was wrong. Please no more dead children. No more invasions. No more chaos. I just want to go to bed.
Unfortunately the molly's prayers would go unanswered as the sight that greeted her puffy eyes were exactly what she had hoped she wouldn't see. Chaos. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been(a quick scan for an enemy leader slightly eased those concerns). In fact Echosong couldn't locate a dead body anywhere. Despite the clumps of cats wailing about, it seemed for once that this gathering wasn't about a fallen clanmate. Or maybe it was. It took a bit for the words being shouted out to fully register in her groggy mind. Sparrowstar was gone. Captured by Twolegs. Thunderclan was once again without a leader.
But she wasn't dead. Roosterflame hadn't mentioned anything about a body. Was Shallow captured by twolegs as well? Is that what happened to them? She would store that thought away for now. It seemed that the priority now was keeping the kits out of the chaos and supporting those closest to Sparrowstar. (And dodging falling branches! Yikes!). So much was going on today! Maybe once everything died down she could fully process that Cinderpaw seemed to be walking with a corpse at her side. I wish I had stayed asleep.
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Pebblepaw had learned very quickly, and very recently how scary the world actually was. She had just seen three of her protectors mauled for her mistake. She had only made it out alive by sheer luck and stumbled home a bloody mess. Inside her dazed and confused little mind, all she could think do was vow to never leave the safe confines of her home again. It was safe here. How wrong the little cat was.
First came the devastating news. Birdiestar was gone. Just like Bluetree and Redowl and Flamechaser. Did she... leave because of me? She was that mad that I caused that she left us? She didn't know her guilt levels could raise any higher, and yet here she was absolutely drowning in it. I'm gonna be the reason Thunderclan falls! Without Birdiestar... are we gonna get attacked again? Will the ghouls kill more of my friends? Panicked yellow eyes scanned the clearing for her friends, desperately hoping to see their pelts amongst the crowd. Foxflurry? Hazelpaw? That one guy? Where were they?
Rising on shaky paws from her spot near the apprentices den, Pebblepaw decided to go into the fray and look for them. That was until...
KRRRAAAACKKK!!
A single flash of light and the loudest noise she had ever heard sent fear right through her body, immobilizing her once more. "Help me!" She wailed, not knowing if anyone could hear her over the boom. Starclan was trying to strike her down weren't they? She was gonna die!!!
The commotion was not helping things make sense - everytime he thought his eardrums would burst from noise, crowds just found a way to get louder. The meeting, the gathering, and now this, which was, apparently, the end of the world. Wolfpaw kind of believed it as he stood crouched by the apprentice den, eyes squinted in an attempt to make anything out in the rain.
Amongst the roar of the crowd, Wolfpaw heard one easily to identify voice. It was.. what'sherface. Whatever, who cared what her name was, she needed help! Shakily, Wolfpaw stood and pushed his way into the group. Where was she? Shoot, what was her name. Was that her?? "Dunce... girl?" He squinted. It was her! He padded closer until her drenched form came into focus. Great, he found her, what was he supposed to do now?
He crouched down, silent for a moment. Another voice rang out, very loud this time and calling for all apprentices and kits to go into the den. Good! Instructions - he could work with that. "Can you walk with me back to the apprentice den? I think that's what we're s'posed to do." He glanced back in the direction he came from - cats were retreated to the large blob which he presumed to be the apprentice den. Hopefully it wouldn't be too crowded in there - he wanted to be able to breathe.
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Last edited by beau; February 25th, 2023 at 10:17 PM.
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