The grotesque sounds of unfiltered joy and cheering had woken Dovekit. Her head poked out of the nursery, gaze sweeping over the Clanmates gathered with the intensity of a predator. Looking for one in particular whose memory emerged from a hazy moon of illness recovery.
There, near the back of the crowd. Recognition. Inquisitive, alert green eyes watched him from the confines of the nursery for a few long moments.
Bumblestar's announcement snapped her attention away:
"Alright, listen up, 'cause this is important."
A beat.
Had the ceremonies not been? Dovekit felt a little smile curling over her muzzle, the hint of amusement only captured for an instant before it vanished again.
And upon sensing Spiderthroat's departure was imminent, Dovekit's sustained presence at the meeting lasted about as long as that parody of a smile.
Smokefang half listened through the ceremonies, and cheered... Half heartedly.
However, what came after grabbed his attention. So they found a cave and claimed it for the territory? Huh... Interesting. The grey warrior tilted his head slightly in curiosity.
Well, that prooved to be something interesting, at least... Glad he didn't miss that at the very least, probably the only interesting thing that happened so far.
He knew that it could cause problems with Outsiders too, those cats weren't that kind to having their former place stolen from their paws.
His darkest self kept that in a corner of his head, as a 'kill spot'.
But then, maybe came the second interesting thing: Otters. He knew those things were agile enough to cause some trouble, but nearly kill a cat?
Either the warrior (or apprentice, then it wouldn't be surprised) was weak, or either those things learned that fight is better than flight, and that they are very talented with it.
His claws itched to reap and tear something, but unfortunately, he wasn't chosen by their leader. That made him groan in slight annoyance.
While others would have fun, he would have to remain in here...
Tssk...
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
New territory? Hollowpaw frowns at the fact that it's near a thunderpath, but if Bumblestar, Mudhound and even Wolfhive hadn't thought it would pose a problem, then Hollowpaw doesn't feel much more need to worry. Hopefully no one will be stupid enough to go searching the thunderpath out and causing him problems. He isn't heartless enough not to notice the slight stumble of Bumblestar's words and mood when she brings up her son, but it's not his place to comment on that.
What's more interesting to him, however, is the thing about the otters. He knows the damage those things can do - hell, there's an example of that damage in his den at the moment - and he sighs. There's definitely going to be more to prepare for. So, as the leader turns away to bring the patrol out, Hollowpaw turns to his den. He needs to prep as much poultices and remedies as he can...
Well, that was… a bit of a whiplash, to say the least. On one hand, new territory, yay, yippie, and any sort of other celebratory exclamation. However, the mention of otters set his teeth on edge. He didn’t… he didn’t really know what those were, but from the grave mood that settled over the gathered cats all of a sudden, Sting could gather that otters, whatever they were, were incredibly vicious.
He suppressed the shudder that crept up his spine as his mind, unbidden, conjured a potential image of the things. No, no. Sting wasn’t a kit anymore, he couldn’t be scared by stories and imaginary beasts- or, at least, what his brain imagined real beasts looked like.
He didn’t let the thoughts show on his expression, and watched with mild fascination as the party went out. He had no stake in the matter, really, aside from the fact that his clan was, well, obviously involved, and a great majority of the arm of leadership was going out to seek the creatures. But it wasn’t like he had any family or friends going out there to battle them. Sting watched them go.
Wonder if any of ’em’ll die, He mused. He didn’t want anyone to die, of course. He was a jerk, not a sadist. He just couldn’t help but wonder, though.
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Don’t heed anything in his posts as my opinions augh
◢◣ RAGGEDEAR | HE/HIM ◢◣ fluffy, russet tom with yellow eyes, torn left ear, & black paw tips
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After chanting the new warriors names, Raggedear listened intently as Bumblestar went on. Otters? The large reddish tom doesn’t think he’s ever seen one of those before. Alas, he was not added to the patrol. Maybe another time- besides- wasn’t a good idea to have all the best fighters out of camp. The thought made him chuckle slightly, honestly starting to feel a bit happier with himself getting back into his goofy groove.
Also, there was more reason to celebrate. More territory expansion! How great was that? He flinched slightly at the mention of Wolfhive, the familiar guilt clawing at his stomach once again. An uncomfortable twitch of his tail the only thing signifying his guilt, Raggedear gazed around to gauge the reactions of his Clanmates. Pretty unanimous, all around.
╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ Ghostpaw A short, fluffy, white tom, with grey stripes on his back and pale blue eyes.
He/Him - 6 Moons - Thunderclan Kit - Aromantic
Mentor: Treetiger (@/SuspiciousMindz)
Ghostki- no Ghostpaw blinked as his new name had been spoken aloud and his mentor? Treetiger. Although he had never met the warrior, he was curious to speak to his mentor. He gazed around before spotting the molly, quickly padding over to her. "Hello," he meows with a soft smile.
She thought too soon. Treetiger stared in horror as her name was called to be training an apprentice. Her very first apprentice. The absolute horror. Why... how.. WHY. She'd gone this long without one, figuring cats around the clan were assuming she wasn't fit for such a role. That would've been fine. She could've lived her entire life without training a furball.
Then, the creature came right up to her.
Her green gaze shifted to meet Ghostpaw's friendly ones. Her stare, however, was less than friendly. She'd stared with half disgust, almost shifting away, closer to her friend Sp/arrowpelt who was congratulating his children. "Hi...." She spoke, clearly unsure on how to even talk to someone less her age. "I guess we'll probably start training soon..." she half murmured with disappointment.
╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ Ghostpaw A short, fluffy, white tom, with grey stripes on his back and pale blue eyes. He/Him - 6 Moons - Thunderclan Apprentince - Aromantic
Mentor: Treetiger (@/SuspiciousMindz)
Ghostpaw slowly squinted his eyes, noticing the way she spoke to him. Ah a non-friendly mentor. Oh well. The tom nodded. "Yeah, I guess so.." He didn't really know what to say so he just sat.
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Oakpaw was about to start looking around for her mentor when Bumblestar paused. Huh. Strange. But then the leader continued and when Bumblestar paused Oakpaw saw it as a sign to find her mentor. Seeing white furred tom, Oakpaw approached. "Hello! Are you Batmist? I'm pretty sure I'm your apprentice now."
Batmist
thc warrior | he/him | rosetted white tom with clouded eyes
Ah, a brat of his own. How charming. Well, Batmist supposed it was about time he took on an apprentice. He flicked a large ear as the kid in question approached him. "That's what Bumblestar said, ain't it?"
He turned his head briefly towards the Stormcrest as Bumblestar began calling out patrols to go handle the otter situation. "Right, after cats begin clearing out we can go on a territory tour. We're steering clear from the borders for now, though." Between the otters and Batmist's still healing leg he didn't feel like tempting fate with an apprentice in tow.
[ i'll get a territory starter up in a few! ]
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