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Keeping his mouth shut in fear he'd be kicked out of the lesson he listened extremely closely. Wildkit kept listening to every word. Then it came time to any questions. He had one! Clearing his throat he looked at Sootfur. "What happens if Starclan gets angry? Will they show a sign or will we actually see one?", he asked. Wildkit wondered which one was which. It would be pretty cool if they got to see a Starclan cat.
Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
Gale paw was dead. A new apprentice dead. Houndchaser didn’t know how to react, but the warrior mentality they would add it to their visit to willows rise. “Here we go…” they grumbled. Before following the fellow warrior out of the camp, they refused to just let Galepaw rot here. “Flameheart! Calling on the head keeper as they closed the gap of them and Pumpkinpatch. “When Ripplepaw and the clan is done with Galepaw’s vigil, take a few cats out to bury him, I don’t want his body bringing predators to camp, please and thank you!” They mewed. Now swiftly padding out to catch up with the Shecat before she left on her own.
Gale paw was dead. A new apprentice dead. Houndchaser didn’t know how to react, but the warrior mentality they would add it to their visit to willows rise. “Here we go…” they grumbled. Before following the fellow warrior out of the camp, they refused to just let Galepaw rot here. “Flameheart! Calling on the head keeper as they closed the gap of them and Pumpkinpatch. “When Ripplepaw and the clan is done with Galepaw’s vigil, take a few cats out to bury him, I don’t want his body bringing predators to camp, please and thank you!” They mewed. Now swiftly padding out to catch up with the Shecat before she left on her own.
A deep growl rose in her throat as she watched Houndchaser order her to take a patrol to Willow's Rise to bury Galepaw's body. Although she understood his intentions and felt sad due to the young apprentice's death, she did not appreciate being ordered around by anyone other than high ranking Clanmates. You've got to be kidding me... I'm getting sick of this. Before she could say anything, however, he followed Pumpkinpatch out of the clearing. "HOUNDCHASER-" she started to holler. "Ugh- that piece of- ARGH!"
I didn't mind them taking the apprentices to Bumblestar when they had an outburst, but he can't just order others around. They have to ask them to see if they're available and only then could they order them around. That idiot is gonna be talked to once they return."Right... everyone! All those who wish to, come gather for Galepaw's vigil."
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Relaxing was a very difficult task for Houndchaser. Even the word sounded made up to them, so now that they got the chance to do so, they were finding it hard to not be doing something. All during their apprenticeship they had been on the move, always hunting, climbing or practicing their moves in case of a battle, always in motion. Relaxing as a warrior sounded wrong, a stupid thought at that. Houndchaser wasn’t into the whole idea of talking to others, they had a personal thought that anyone who did would just get a stare back and them some spicy attitude alongside a few choice words.
Mudhound…one of the cats who were at they meeting, also the cat that started talking very very loud at that very meeting… ugh. Houndchaser didn’t understand how they managed to rejoin the clan with all the loudness of a nursery kitten but here they both were. No use trying to speak to them at least until they had too. Mudhound seemed..chill enough for now. Welp, Houndchaser didn’t really had an issue other than that one meeting but they normally didn’t say anything about that. They just wanted to eat something and perhaps take a stroll to the borders or through the territory, though the latter didn’t seem particularly appealing since their kidnapping at Firefly Cove. Whatever, the cat was dead, body left at the Riverclan border and that child was safe enough with Riverclan.
Oh! A pigeon! One of their favorite things to eat in the forest, perfe-. Were they being serious right now….that was their piece of prey!? Hello, are the blind? Houndchaser was clearly going to eat that pigeon! Houndchaser gave out an extremely loud and aggressive sigh. “Mudhound…! I’m going to ask you nicely one time, give me the pigeon, please, I don’t want to have to chase you around for it.” They mewed towards the tripod, taking a few steps closer to the warrior that hit their shoulder before sighing once more.
@Rani ( Living up their name, let the fun begin on this one!)
Staring at the body of her last remaining kit, the young queen felt a hollowness in her that was frightening. A chunk taken out of her heart, her life. What was she supposed to do now? Where did she even begin picking up the pieces? She had given birth to the kits days before the sinkhole, and had just recently stopped producing milk. Did she go back to the nursery? Did she start being a warrior, and learn the ways of this new forest immediately? How could she stop being a mother? Her whole life revolved around the honor of motherhood, and now... now what? When she saw Hawkbite at the gathering and he asked her how many kits she had, what did she say? Was she obligated to say she wasn't a mother anymore? That she was a mother of three? But she couldn't stop, because she knew she'd never be anything shorter than a mother of four kits.
The dream of watching her kits become apprentice and flourish in the "safe" new Clan she had fled to 5 moons ago was shriveled and dead, as well as the dream of bringing her family here for a safe new beginning. And now, look at her. Alienated and falling to pieces in front of her adopted Clan. God, she was a mess. This life was a mess. What was the point of fleeing Darklight to keep the kittens safe if three-fourths of them would be out there, unsafe. He didn't want to harm them like he did to her, she knew, he just wanted to have them to himself. Keep them and never let her see them. Perhaps this was her punishment for thinking she'd be able to start a new life somewhere else.
Staring at the limp body of Echokit, her legs still failing to hold her up, she heard multiple cats bombard Cracklepaw with threats and anger, the Russian Blue longhair moggie was silent, through it. Casting a hollow, grateful glance to Springpaw, Burntpaw and Crowpaw, then unable to look up from staring in shock and unbearable sadness at her daughter even as as Burntpaw nuzzled her and murmured condolences, she felt her stomach churn with nausea from the shock of it all. "Thank you, Crowpaw." She whispered. He wasn't going to try and make her talk, he wasn't going to pressure her. She made a mental note, through the grief-filled haze, to check in on him and thank him later.
Later. When her baby was buried and she was left groping in the darkness of life, searching for her kittens but never finding them. Her chest tightened with another hopeless sob, and she barely heard Houndchaser's words, nodding a lurching shake of her head in response miserably, still unable to look away for much longer than a few moments. Confusion pierced through the haze as the warrior then took Crowpaw and Burntpaw to the leader's den, and reprimanding Springpaw. Did they even have the authority to do that? The weight on her chest was too heavy to speak, and she would have to go to speak to... someone about standing up for the three innocent apprentices. Later.
Dovefluff didn't even bother to wipe her tearstained face as Nightgaze tried some comforting words of her own, the weight growing heavier still. She didn't want her kit to have to be remembered, she wanted her daughter here with her, making friends and growing up... not this. Not the 'we'll always remember her' promises, then forgetting her right after. It was a nice sentiment, but she knew how this process was. She had lived it. Her father's promise to remember her mother had been rendered a lie, no one in her family spoke her moms name after the funeral.
The grieving young mother was then approached by an unfamiliar molly with an odd scent, and her paws reached out for Echokit once more, out of reflex. Pain filled lapis colored eyes still wouldn't tear away from her kit, like if she kept looking maybe she would catch movement that would tell her that the death was a lie and her daughter was alive. "My daughter." She croaked, clamping her mouth shut to keep from wailing aloud once more. Frogpaw. New cat, maybe? She didn't have many stories. She only had her daughter for a short while, a few days before the sinkhole. And the stories she did have, watching all four kits roll around together and play and have their first steps... the molly's face contorted into a wince, as if remembering anything right now brought her immense physical pain, a weepy breath escaping her as Cracklepaw started screaming out horrific threats, and the pain and weight in her chest grew.
The last time the Clan would see her daughter and this was happening. The weight grew, it felt like there was a boulder planted on her chest, and any attempts to stand were smothered by her legs shaking too hard to support her. Burntpaw approached her, and all she could do was choke out the words, "Its okay." Her words sounding even more strangled and heartbroken as she tried to focus on her kit, tuning out Cracklepaw's screams, no matter how horrified they made her. Looking up, she saw young Pebblepaw paying her respects to Echokit, and the broken mother nodded to the apprentice in appreciation, before turning as Drizzlecloud spoke to her, also asking for stories. It would help, right? Then why did saying more than four words make her want to fall to pieces? "Thank you." She whispered as the other molly conceded that it was okay for her to take time. Stars, she needed time. The memories were flashing in her head, the what-ifs, and they added to the pressure in her chest.
Turning to Leafkit as the young child spoke, her mouth curved upwards in a forced, rueful fashion. "I suppose I could." She didn't say it, but it wasn't the same as having her daughter here with her. Sinking into the sadness, the building pressure of it all and Cracklepaw's words and the absence of Morningcall and the uncertainty of everything and trumping it all, the loss of her daughter was drowning her, and she felt the grief and immense heartache filling her, like a balloon about to explode. Before she could try to come up with anything to quell the pain, she was made aware of a tall figure above her. The scent reminded her vaguely of her best friend, Morningcall, which while she knew this wasn't her, the scent brought the tiniest dash of comfort.
The slightly familiar Lioncrest crouched at her side, like the golden sun eclipsing the silvery moon, and Dovefluff didn't know what compelled her to do what she did next, she was clearly not in her right state of mind because typically she'd be horrified to be this close to a male that she didn't know or trust, but something about his kind words or his scent that was similar to Morningcall's had the weight collapsing in her chest, and she folded into him, letting out an agonized, distressed sound as she crumpled into the slightly larger warrior. "It hurts." She sobbed, whatever composure she had left shattering into shards as the grieving mother wept. "She's gone, they're all gone." If she was a better mother, this wouldn't have happened. If the kittens hadn't been cursed to be her offspring, then they would be living fruitful, long lives. Her whole life all she had wanted was to be a mother, to raise them with someone who she loved and who loved her, and that came true as an evil doppelganger of her childhood dreams.
She was given kits by the cruel tom who still terrorized her to this day, she was given an opportunity to give them good lives and she had failed. She had tried so hard, then she failed. She lost all her babies, he was still out there, half this Clan had thought she was a murderer, and now she didn't know where Morningcall was. Was Morningcall okay? Her mind was thinking of so many things, and her head and stomach hurt from the deep sobs that still rippled through her body like a spasm, and she didn't know what the future held.
[ @SpiritedWarrior @Leafí @Dabi @Solar @ares @Loveless.Fawn @Poprock @Omari @Jayvines @Leafie @The Doctor - ok ok if i missed anyone pls pls lmk, this is just everyone who's mentioned me/interacted with Dove since my last post with her this morning so just mentioning everyone she's responding to. side note, sorry about the chaotic dove post, I blame climate change for the messy last half of my post ]
~Lioncrest~
He had anticipated a startled lashing out, perhaps a yowl to the heavens for the cruelty of the forest, or maybe just a simple grateful remark from Dovefluff; what he hadn't anticipated was the grey queen next to him to crumple and burying herself into his long golden pelt as she wept.
Stiffening for only a whisker of a second in surprise, Lioncrest quickly softened and curled his tail around the grieving she-cat as she lamented the pain and unfairness of her situation. She... found him to be worthy of protecting her at her most vulnerable point... A flame of pride burst to life in his chest as those pieces clicked into place. He was now a protector; charged with a new and sacred duty to this queen.
"I know Dovefluff... I know..." he rumbled, gently resting his chin atop her head against his side. He had been chosen, and he would fulfill whatever this queen required of him to the fullest of his abilities."You did everything you could... shhhhh... I am here. I will not leave you to bear this sorrow alone."
His feathery tail brushed tentatively up and over the queen as he attempted to comfort her with soothing strokes against her back. He was as solid as a mountain; no force would move him from this spot until Dovefluff sent him away.
"Echokit was well loved and cared for. All of your kits were... Sometimes the way of the forest is simply not kind to those so pure... Sometimes kits must find their own way, wherever they may go..."
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This guy sounded intimidatingly smart. Her catbrows raised ever so slightly in impressed timidness, but she didn't comment. Why would she? He was nice, she was just awkward and wasn't too familiar with his vocabularly. And boy was it expansive. Progeny? Nostalgia? Prowess? She felt dumber with every passing word. The slim warrior let out a soft chuckle, not showing how shy she was on the outside, but instead just keeping herself calm and confident. Well, as much as possible. "I'm glad to see that you're so confident. It's not everyday someone is so sure of themselves, it's quite a reassuring thing to witness, personally." It was. Empowering, she meant, to see someone be so... sure of themselves. It was refreshing. And confusing, since she could never.
Ears pricking as he spoke again, she tipped her head to the side thoughtfully, before responding to his query. "Honestly, it's still unfamiliar and kind of strange. It looks like camp, and the Clan is here, but it just doesn't feel right yet. I do like the sense of security knowing that no other Clan will be able to find us, though. I've seen two different Clans come into our camp and cause trouble, and I haven't been around very long. This camp feels safer." She hope she didn't sound as paranoia-riddled as she thought she did as she responded, hopefully he would at least slightly understand what she was saying.
A rumbling hum of understanding emanated from the golden warrior's chest.
"It certainly is odd to have to start over again," he agreed. "But I can certainly agree that we have gained a few moons of respite from our neighbors' aggression at the heart of our home. Staying secretive about this change will do Thunderclan some good; it gives us a chance to solidify our position and strengthen our members in peace without the threat of surprise invasions."
Shadowclan and Riverclan had lodged sharpened claws into the heart of Thunderclan, and while it had been a few moons since the most recent threat there was never a constant guarantee of peace and quiet while those two groups knew the exact location of their kits and vulnerable cats. No, the sudden sinking of their previous camp (while heartbreaking) seemed to be a blessing in disguise from their ancestors among the Stars... But enough about that.
"Are you training an apprentice at the moment? You certainly seem to be a capable warrior; Thunderclan's youth would have a solid chance at Warriorhood with you shaping their training."
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“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
he watched the water gracefully run down the camp clearing wishing he could finally do something not boring
Shypaw raced allong the clearing, not watching where she was going... "eeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk!!!! DON'T EAT ME!!!" she shrieked when her carelessness ended with her crashing into a fellow clanmate... she requilled away... (8/100)
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