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With the weather growing colder each passing day, Chestnutfall is positive that leaf-bare will soon sweep in and settle in a hush over ThunderClan. Thankfully with his thick, long fur he wouldn't need to prepare all that much, but those with coats less dense would surely feel the affects. A cool breeze drifting through camp did little aside from brush his whiskers back against his face as the large tom made his way slowly through the camp clearing. Bi-colored eyes flicker around, surveying the scene of Clanmates around him. Not much in the way of activity, but he does spot a familiar face.
Paws veer off the path and head towards the lone apprentice seated in the clearing. Wounds mark her pelt which has Chestnutfall frowning. There had been so much war, so much violence lately, and most of it was pointless if he was asked about it. But none of that was the fault of Fawnpaw who appears to be enjoying the cold weather. "Hello there," comes the rumbling deep purr of the older warrior. Chestnutfall nods to his younger Clanmate and takes a seat near her, fluffing up his own fur. "Enjoying the nice breeze, hmm?"
Fawnpaw
Fawnpaw inhaled the cold air deeply, her brown fur slightly ruffled. A rumbling voice followed as she exhaled. "Mhm. Numbs the pain." Fawnpaw answered, nodding to the old warrior as he sat next to her. "I'm Fawnpaw, you?" The apprentice asked, smiling.
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Bonecall sat in the clearing after not really getting much sleep. He did though feel like getting ready to go hunting the best he could.
[ open post will get longer on mobile rn ]
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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.
Fawnpaw inhaled the cold air deeply, her brown fur slightly ruffled. A rumbling voice followed as she exhaled. "Mhm. Numbs the pain." Fawnpaw answered, nodding to the old warrior as he sat next to her. "I'm Fawnpaw, you?" The apprentice asked, smiling.
CHESTNUTFALL warrior - thirty-six moons
The ear with the single knick in it flicks as Fawnpaw replies, the deep inhale and exhale causing Chestnutfall to smile. It was good to see that the youth of the Clan was able to enjoy the weather instead of complaining about it; it made for good warriors, those who could withstand the brutal changing of the seasons and the temperatures they brought with. "I am sorry to hear there is pain to be numbed," comes the gravely response, a shadow of concern coming to light in his bi-colored gaze as Chestnutfall looks in the direction of the apprentice. Such was the life of a warrior though - pain was a necessary evil, meant to teach wisdom and knowledge. Or at least that is what the larger tom hopes for.
"My name is Chestnutfall." A chuckle leaves him at this. "I suppose it has something to do with all of this brown fluff." Ever since he had been a young kit, he always had more fur than he knew what to do with. And all of it was brown, save for the darkened bits on his belly and tail. "It's mighty nice to meet you, Fawnpaw. How is your training coming along?" Chestnutfall himself did not have an apprentice, so curiosity circles his mind as he angles his ears towards the 'paw. After all, it was the duty of all warriors to make sure the apprentices were being taught right.
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The calico huffed, that last meeting was a mess. She doubted that most of the volunteers for Cracklekit/paws burial planned to let his body stay in one piece, let alone actually bury him. To be fair, it was hardly in one piece after Bumblestars wrath, yet it didn't sit right with her to speak about desecrating his carcass in front of his sister. Larchflame felt sympathy for Mapleface, the two of them were in similar boats after all, and she once again reminded herself to check on the molly. To add to the chaos, she now had her first apprentice, Treepaw. Speaking of which, it was about time that she jumped on their training, well- their territory knowledge.
It was early morning now, the sun had turned the sky a light pink and the dawn patrol had left not long ago, the two mollies had a lot of ground to cover today, hence the early start. Larchflame got to her paws and called into the apprentice den, sitting back down to wait for her and plan out the twos path.
The ear with the single knick in it flicks as Fawnpaw replies, the deep inhale and exhale causing Chestnutfall to smile. It was good to see that the youth of the Clan was able to enjoy the weather instead of complaining about it; it made for good warriors, those who could withstand the brutal changing of the seasons and the temperatures they brought with. "I am sorry to hear there is pain to be numbed," comes the gravely response, a shadow of concern coming to light in his bi-colored gaze as Chestnutfall looks in the direction of the apprentice. Such was the life of a warrior though - pain was a necessary evil, meant to teach wisdom and knowledge. Or at least that is what the larger tom hopes for.
"My name is Chestnutfall." A chuckle leaves him at this. "I suppose it has something to do with all of this brown fluff." Ever since he had been a young kit, he always had more fur than he knew what to do with. And all of it was brown, save for the darkened bits on his belly and tail. "It's mighty nice to meet you, Fawnpaw. How is your training coming along?" Chestnutfall himself did not have an apprentice, so curiosity circles his mind as he angles his ears towards the 'paw. After all, it was the duty of all warriors to make sure the apprentices were being taught right.
Fawnpaw
"Nice to meet you." Fawnpaw said, smiling up at the warrior. The right side of her face was covered in cobwebs and some juices. "My training is going just fine. My mentor is Nightgaze. I accidentally hurt her during battle training." The brown she-cat said with embarrassment. Inhaling the cold air in again, Fawnpaw smiledz her eyes deep with emotion.
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Tears continued to drip down her face as Springpaw and Bumblestar made their way over. Why must she be a curse? Why had their lives been taken so soon? Was it her fault? What had she done wrong to displease StarClan?? She struggled to breathe as Springpaw started to comfort her. Heaving in deep breaths, she attempted to bury her face in springpaw's calico fur. "s-springs. Why springs wh-" he whimpered, struggling to speak. It was hard to breathe. Blood roared in her ears. She felt lightheaded, and stumbled. The tortoiseshell found it harder to breathe with each passing minute. Crack. the sound haunted her, as it kept repeating. Struggling to take in breath now, she stumbled to the ground, gasping in air. Fireflypaw was shaking now as tears fell from her eyes. She felt weak. Powerless.
[ @poppy. @ears @/anyone else - Auntie Dovey and Cousin therapist Spring ]
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x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fade summons a prowler to chase rose
a bright orange tabby with white accents and green eyes. 6 moons.
`im bored..`
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the young tom trotted out into the clearing, stretching his lanky limbs and leaning his head back to yawn, his bright orange fur dulled by the cloudy skies above.
glancing around the clearing with his green eyes, he'd groan.
There was something exciting going on. Lotuspaw watched from her napping area as her elder sister exploded across the clearing and tackled another apprentice to the ground. Watching in confusion, the little Siamese was shocked to see Lambpaw run over too. What was going on? Who was tha-
"LIGHTIE!" The second her sister's face and fur and voice registered in Lotuspaw's head, the molly was shooting over, her voice rising to a gleeful, shocked scream as she joined in the doggy pile, letting out choked gasps and giggles of absolute joy. "LIGHTIE, LIGHTIE YOU'RE BACK!"
[ @els @eris @Leafy - NO THIS POST ISN'T LATE WDYMMMM so sorry this post sucks but i needed to get this outttt ]
a bright orange tabby with white accents and green eyes. 6 moons.
`im bored..`
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the young tom trotted out into the clearing, stretching his lanky limbs and leaning his head back to yawn, his bright orange fur dulled by the cloudy skies above.
glancing around the clearing with his green eyes, he'd groan.
`auuugh, im so bored! whens training next?`
the tom mewed to no cat in particular.
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open to anyone who wishes to join! <3
DaylightPaw
She/Her
THC Apprentice
6 moons
She sees the cat, hearing his mew, and runs over.
'Hi! My mentor and I are going to do a territory tour. Do you wanna come?'
Re: ThunderClan Clearing
so sorry this post sucks but i needed to get this outttt ]
