ThunderClan Stormcrest

[Kix]

Leafkit
dark colored Siamese - - She/her

Yay a meeting so fun! Leafkit came trudging out of the nursery after she had just gotten comfortable in her nest. She wanted to at least get some sleep but she guessed she could stay awake a bit longer. Little nose twitched as she could smell the scent of blood in the air and it was kind of strong. She idly wondered what had gone on while everyone else was in camp. Leafkit gave a huff as she just sat still and waited to see what was going to be said this time.

[elaif]

v-Crackle'paw-v
(58/100

HELL YEAH!
Now that was a blast! Pushing through camp entrance, the bloody tom stomped proudly into tho clearing." MAPLE'FACE! I'M BACK!" Screaming out the name of his favorite sister, Crackle'paw looked around for the molly while crowing out his victory." HA!! We absolutely SHREDDED Shadowclan! I'll being tasting their blood for moons to come!" laughing out a few triumphant cackles, he continued to stride forward: enjoying the burning sensation that his new found wounds left. Speaking of wounds, some of these scratches were bound to scar up quite nicely, so that was good news!

Crackle'paw was about to beeline towards the nursery (only to see Maples and NO ONE else-), but Bumble'stars summoning halted him in his tracks. Not even caring to stifle a groan, he slowly turned towards the meeting. " UGH! SERIOUSLY!? A meeting!? RIGHT NOW!?!" Complaining loudly he dragged his paws towards the gathering cats. " I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO!" Flopping down onto his butt, he cast a glance at the fray of battle torn warriors. Feeling more than pissed he slumped into a slouch, this wasn't fair! He wanted to tell Maple'face everything he'd done! He wanted to tell her he destroyed any cats he could get his claws just for her! And most importantly, he wanted her to know he was all right! To let her know she needn't worry about him anymore! He was certainly big and strong enough to protect both of them! Buuuut, it seemed the stupid leader had something more 'important' to say. And he supposed his sister was probably sleeping, because Starclan knew she needed it.

// @Rose for the Maple mention <33 \\

[poppy]

Dovefluff

The fluffy warrior felt her chest constrict with pain. Her daughter had witnessed the same horror she had. If Springpaw would allow her, once the molly was satisfied that her daughter wasn't harmed, she reached forward to hug the young calico shakily, relief clear in her soft breaths. Okay. Her daughter wasn't physically hurt. That was good. But she knew better then anyone that the mental and emotional injuries were usually much more painful.

"If you ever need t-to talk about anything, I'm here for you, okay? Anything at all." She whispered softly, trying not to let her voice break. Springpaw was too young to have seen the things that she had seen. The last thing Dovefluff wanted was for her daughter to have the same life as her. For her daughter to end up like her.

In response to her kid's query, the molly felt the fib roll from her tongue. It was like a reflex, like whenever someone would ask her why she looked like she had been crying back in ShadowClan. "Oh, I'm okay. Just tired." Just tired. She felt like a horrible mother, but she couldn't burden her daughter with her own inner turmoil. What kind of mom would she be? She had to be okay. For Springpaw.

[ @ares <3 ]

[wolfie]

Asterdance padded up to the Stormcrest and took a seat.

[Fawnhearted]

Littlelion and Bigbird
They/He/She | He/Him
Large, Golden Cats w/ Brown Eyes

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Littlelion and Bigbird both approached the leader, the former sporting a large gash that would definitely need to be looked at, and was leaning against her brother for support.

Bigbird on the other hand hadn't been too injured, and was happy to lend his sibling a helping paw. Shadowclan would pay for harming them. She was all he had left, and he let out a low growl at the thought of whoever the hell had managed to hurt his sibling.

Littlelion laid his tail on his siblings' back as they sat down, an attempt to calm them down and whatever thoughts of vengeance were racing through the other warrior's head. Revenge would come, but all that mattered now was healing their wounds and keeping the morale high. Thunderclan was strong and the best clan after all!

[Open! I'd love to see Bigbird do a full 180 personality wise to his lil "haha me I'm a perfect warrior I'd never dream of revenge wdym " ]

[iliri]

• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Well, it had seemed that both her and the fluffy molly were on the same page. They both were mortified by the horrors that they witnessed at the horrific events of the battle and they both were badly shaken up. At least, Springpaw could suppose that the older warrior was in the same state. It wasn’t that hard to figure it out anyways that her mother was severely shaken up. Even if it wasn’t shown physically, it was easily shown both mentally or emotionally. Springpaw stood still for the most part while Dovefluff trailed her paws through her fur for any injuries, quite comfortable to allow the older molly to be sure that the nine moon old molly wasn’t harmed in any way. That was something that Springpaw didn’t have to worry about as much anymore and she was glad about it. Ever since Dovefluff became her legal guardian and stepped up to become her mother, it had been much easier to let go of any unwanted baggage that had been carried on the apprentice’s shoulders for far too long. That was something that Springpaw could mentally appreciate the gray feline for.

Another thing that Springpaw could easily take for granted was for the fact that Dovefluff was always open when it came to closed-in discussions like these. Even if they were currently in front of the Stormcrest, and there were many cats all around them, they still had space where they could be… well themselves. As no one would intrude in their personal bubble without any consent for doing so. That was at least the most of something that most of her clan-mates can do, and Springpaw felt entirely grateful for that. Ah, and another thing that Springpaw still felt iffy about, but was slowly growing accustomed towards, was physical contact. Of course, this was her mother, so it wasn’t like Springpaw was going to push her away or anything close to that. She just accepted the gesture and raised up her own paws to wrap around the much older molly’s gray shoulders, gently rubbing them along the areas of her shoulder blades. “I know mom,” Springpaw spoke finally, slowly nodding her head as she gently patted Dovefluff’s shoulders, being as gentle as she could be without causing any sort of possible discomfort, “I’ll be sure to find you in case I get too stressed out.”

Gee, ‘stressed’ was really becoming a rather frequent word of the day, wasn’t it? It was always one thing after another, and usually the ‘another thing’ was always more stress-giving than the rest. Springpaw would honestly do anything for a simple break. A break away from stress and a day that was practically filled with peace and quiet. Unfortunately, not all things can come true now, can they? She was currently sitting inside of a clearing, cats all around her smeared in their own blood and spit that they had gained from fighting so tremendously for her clan. It felt quite wrong to think about, but it was rather true, unfortunately. Her clan was built up of mainly warriors who were trained to fight to protect a clan that they had lived in for most of their very lives, and Springpaw had only been born here. Her life had only begun in hell and she had wished to never think of those dreadful times again. All they caused was a vast reign of forgotten pain and suffering that she had endured long ago.

Her thoughts were quickly dismantled by Dovefluff’s words, the apprentice’s shifting into her direction as oriental-shaped ears angled into her direction. Well, her words seemed… rather far-fetched at most. It wasn’t like Springpaw could easily do much about the situation, but she could easily feel a heavy frown begin to grow across her lips. Her mother’s words held a much deeper meaning behind them than what Springpaw wanted to think about. It was indeed true that the older molly did look tired. It’s been a common occurrence that the medicine cat apprentice had noticed, and it was practically written all over her face. It could easily have been from the bitter fact that her kits were gone and Dovefluff wouldn’t be able to see them again. Truth was, Springpaw knew the feeling far too well. Abandonment by her own family was something that had left a heavy burden in the calico’s heart. Her own siblings being gone without even saying a word about their disappearance, and her old mentor going down the same path as they did left only a more grave stain in her sore heart. All of these compacted emotions made the apprentice feel the same way as her mother did. Just… tired.

“Well, in case if you wanna talk… I’m always open. I’ll listen to what’s on your mind, and you’ll do the same for me. I don’t want to see my mother suffering anymore. No would want to see their mother suffering anymore.” Springpaw had to practically force the words out of her throat, a bitter itch almost hung at the back of her throat. Were those the right words to say? It felt like it, but was it truly? Whatever it was, it felt right to get it off her chest. Dovefluff needed someone to talk with. Someone that would listen to her problems and gladly take them away. Springpaw would be willing to do so, even if the molly was young for her age. She would still help anyone whenever she needed to.

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@jupiter [ love these two sm]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Sprucekit |

The camp had been awfully empty. And quiet. It was wonderful, if Fudge was to be honest. If anything, it should be like this more often. He had no idea why everyone had rushed off with their hackles raised and tensions running, but if it meant he got to nap completely uninterrupted in the camp clearing he would take it!

Of course, in a place with as many cats as this place had, the peace never lasted long. The chocolate colored tom had no idea when he had dozed off or how long he'd napped for, but Angry's voice clearly resounded through the clearing, waking him up with a start. Emerald hues opened in shock as Fudge registered what was going on, swiftly settling back to a deadpanned, emotionless mask as soon as he saw the clearing filling up with injured, bleeding cats. Curiosity peaked, Fudge restrained himself from tilting his head, not wanting to give away his interest. Instead, the young tom got up and padded towards the shadows, listening in to the milling felines as he tried to catch wind of what exactly had happened.

Truthfully, it was loud. Too loud. The buzzing and mumbling of all these cats together made his head hurt. But Fudge held fast. This wasn't just a bunch of cats being loud and annoying. Any information they might currently have could potentially be life threatening. Cats much older than him were heavily wounded, with even Angry's fur soaked in blood. If he had any hope of surviving, he needed to know what was going on. Make sure he made none of the mistakes these cats did. If they were as injured as they were, what was to stop whoever did this from killing him if it got the chance?

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| Open |

[Minku]

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| Fawnkit - She/Her |

Fawnkit sighed before making her way to the gathered cats as she looked for a spot to sit. Not too far back but not too close to the Stormcrest. The kit sat down, waiting for Bumblestar to announce some stuff. She helped look for the riverclanner so Fawnkit hoped to would become an apprentice at this meeting, even if she's still a bit youger than the normal apprentice age; which is 6 moons old. It'll fine though. The small kit still wondered where the riverclanner went; hopefully they're not in Thunderclan camp anymore though or else that won't be good

There was injured cats in the clearing, what had happened? Was there a battle between thunderclan and another clan? Did Fawnkit miss something important? It wasn't a great sight; not at all. Hopefully there's enough herbs in the herb storage to heal everyone's wounds...it seems like a lot of cats though..

Fawnkit just waited for Bumble to announce something...hopefully something good but with the wounded cats she figured it'll probably be something else

[sturgeonwind]

Dragonflycliff was... lurking. Nothing too interesting for her, she supposed.

[beau]

Wolfpaw padded over at the leader's call. He was patched up pretty well, with only the back of his head still aching - he figured he'd have a bruise for a bit. Despite this, and despite the fact that his personal battle hadn't gone great, he was proud of the good hits he landed and the fact that his Clan had won the fight.

There was a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye and the apprentice turned in time to see a rock sliding towards him. Pass it on? Was he supposed to be sneaky about this? He assumed so, so he held onto to the rock for a moment as he waited for an opportunity. He watched as a kit launched himself onto the Stormcrest, providing the perfect distraction, and he kicked the rock to the first cat he saw. "Hey! Pass it on," he whispered. Hopefully the warrior would humor the game.

@Fawnhearted