ThunderClan Clearing

[sylvia26]

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NightWatcher
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Tom|37 moons old|ThunderClan Warrior|Ultimate Predator - Not Active
✧ ˚ · "A true warrior fights for his clan".✧ ˚ · .
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-ˏˋ his eyes were trained on the deputy, he couldn't believe his ears though...medicine cats...not doing their job...it was a shame. when he thought about it...he wondered if anyone noticed sunfall was missing...he wondered if the medicine cats didn't care for the clan...he felt a cold shiver run through his body. he should talk to spiderthroat about it later... he realized...he was one of the warriors to be bringing prey back to camp...knowing full well that those poor cats came wounded and he had the urge to tear those sorry excuse of medicine cats apart. but he wouldn't...that is not what a warrior does... "a disgrace to Thunderclan....an unwanted bloodstain to our name" he couldn't help but hiss under his breath as he glared at wolfpaw and hollowpaw...Thunderclan was no place for traitors.... ˊˎ

@Lightningpaw666 (ya know, bringing sunfalls body back would make this much worse.)

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RoseMouse
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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ "My claws work ta same even without ta leg" ࿐ྂ
She-cat | 57 moons old | ThunderClan Elder


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the old she-cat limped out of the elders den, her ears perked with horror as she stared, how could their healers do such a thing?
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[Dolomedes]

Rosepaw
#TheBlossoming
@namen_roodles

Rosepaw was searching for more moss near the nursery play area when Spiderthroat had come storming out of the medicine den. Of course Rosepaw had heard the shouting that had come from it moments prior, but even she could tell when something didn't need her presence and something about that kind of yelling almost scared her.. even if she couldn't hear the words- besides how many capable cats were in there, if they needed help they would call and Rosepaw would be there.

Only.. that narrative was swiftly destroyed by what Spiderthroat had to say... her eyes widened and the limited moss that she did find ( she was running out the more trips she has to Flintclaw but he was getting out more so hopefully she would have enough until he fully recovered ) fell to the ground at her paws. They had what. The medicine cats that she had trusted... they had what. Rosepaw's fur bristled, and her first instinct was to turn to rage, to yell and punish the cats responsible for hurting her clan- her leader..

Wolfhawk- or rather, Wolfpaw was being demoted, and rightfully so. It was to her annoyance that Hollowpaw had been allowed to keep the rank, they had enough cats that knew healing to completely find a new, better set of medicine cats weren't there? Hell it seems that her Sparrowdad was hiding things from her, given he had actually stepped up to help the healing patrol unlike the medicine cats whose whole job was to do that- seriously!?? And Spiderthroat was allowing these kind of cats to stay in the clan- no if it were up to Rosepaw it would be exile or death, she would let the clan vote.

Unfortunately, Rosepaw wasn't the leader of Thunderclan, but that didn't mean she was afraid of having her voice heard if she thinks injustice was taking place. Though maybe she was afraid of what she realized, that there was a chance that Flintclaw could've been dead if it hadn't been for Rosepaw's very meager visits.. it made her... feel.. something between enraged and horrified and it made her want to see that traitor Wolf run out of her clan's camp.

The only thing that stopped her was the fear of making this worst at a bad time. Rosepaw would keep her concerns for another time, when the otters are dealt with and the patrol is properly healed. She nearly scoffed at the thought as her icy eyes shot a glare at the exiled-in-her-heart Wolf and the lucky medicine cat apprentice. She glanced towards the den and was half surprised to see that Flintclaw was out of the den, and now that Rosepaw knew about the negligence ( which she hurt so much that she hadn't thought further about the lack of progress in anyone's healing. Rosepaw had thought she was just being paranoid and impatient but she could've said something- gotten help sooner if she had just said anything at all! What an idiot, stupid stupid Rosepaw, she won't make the same mistake again. ) the sight of the warrior not resting made her annoyed and she stomped her way over.

But upon making it to Flintclaw's side, any thoughts of scolding him went out the underbrush, he deserved to watch Wolf get punished, it was the least he was owed. Him and the others. Rosepaw took a spot next to Flintclaw, resuming her glaring, "He really is my mother's successor, isn't he?" The words were cold and sharp.

[ All of Rose's thoughts and opinions are hers! They do not reflect mine in any way! Love you Bean and Neptune <3333 ]

[namen_roodles]

FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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The clan was beginning to gather, some jeering their insults along the way, others shocked witless, and a few silently seething. All the things medicine cats were needed for... He had foolishly trusted these two to fill the void that Thunderclan was missing... Of course they would fail. They had gotten by for a while. Skated, really. Pale eyes shut for a moment as Flintclaw's lips curled in disgust.

The sound of small paws stomping was momentarily ignored, but when the familiar voice piped up, the dark tabby's eyes opened again to glance at the little russet that had posted up beside him. It took a moment to process what she had said. The cold, sharp tone. He had heard a similar tone from her once before, barely within ear shot just before they had left on the battle patrol. Directed at a fellow apprentice that had been exiled.

Flintclaw's eyes returned to the scene in front of them. It had never quite occurred to him that Rosepaw hated her mother like he did. This little twerp who was, realistically, the reason he was able to leave the medicine cat den to see what was going on in the first place. It didn't go unnoticed by the warrior, but it would go unspoken. A little more understanding didn't need to be brought up aloud.

He just wrapped his tail around the apprentice. A rare thank you alone. An even rarer attempt at comfort. He didn't know if that was something she needed, as she had obviously moved on from her mother's legacy, but it was the best he could manage. His chest burned with the tension built up and he didn't want to speak. It wasn't his forte to show affection to others, but despite his own rage seething beneath the surface, Thunderclan would survive through this upset. So would Rosepaw. Hopefully she would know that. Perhaps she wasn't as bad as he thought.

[ @Dolomedes - Rosepaw | I could not resist replying to my favorite little menace, especially when it forced Flintclaw to be even mildly affectionate. ]

[sleepyyjax]

Hornetpaw
She/Her | Silver Tongue T1 | 10 Moons
Header: sushisiu

Shouting. Her ears flattened. But, it was dad, wasn't it? All of him, once again. Not dead, not torn into little pieces. She padded out of the medicine den, honestly intrigued more than anything. Though, as her father spoke, her gaze started to dim. What? The so called medicine cat hadn't been healing Dad? Someone else had? Her gaze turned, searching for Wolfhawk. Wolfhawk. Ha! Hahahhahahhaaaa. What a strong name for such a pathetic piece of mouse dung. She'd met him once, in some kind of lesson thing - something something herby nonsense. It seemed to her that there was no point in medicine cats. They just sat on their tush all day, whilst someone else, a warrior, did their work. She couldn't see him anywhere yet. But if she finally caught the now-apprentice, she'd be giving him her own telling off. Who cares if he's older? They're both apprentices now, she had the right.

#BugFamily | And open to anyone else (pls know she'll be volatile to anyone outside her family)
[ofc as usual, this doesn't reflect my OOC thoughts, Hornetpaw is a flawed and very mean character]

[kailie]

Bluetpaw - ThunderClan Apprentice - 61/100
She/Her ; 11 Moons
Herbal Knowledge Tier 2 | Mind Reader | Silk Spinner | Skip the Steps (Battle)

Bluetpaw had never seen Spiderthroat this pissed off.

The young she-cat’s ears flattened, and she slowly made her way forward. She was Bumblestar’s only apprentice at the moment, and she wanted to check on her.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, Spiderthroat, but I…” Bluetpaw trailed off, swallowing. She was unsure of how the deputy would respond to this. “Is…Is Bumblestar going to be okay…?”

@Starfall - deal with an apprentice concerned for her mentor :3

[finley]

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M U M B L E F L I G H T ₊ ⊹ ┆ ☆

જ⁀➴ he / any . 25 moons . thunderclan warrior

a braided tabby with fairly fluffy fur. his pelt is full of different shades of brown, he has a white underbelly, and hazel eyes.
purrks ; dreamwalker | unspecified dissociative disorder , c - ptsd , autistic | asexual & demiromantic

── .✦ closed i cannot take any more rps today

⤷ oh boy. drama. mumbleflight watched with only a slight air of interest as hollowpaw (at least he'd done something) and wolfpaw were publicly put on blast. well. served them right, he decided, for not doing anything while about half of their clan rapidly died in their den. anyways.

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❝ and hold me fast, hold me fast
'cause I'm a hopeless wanderer ❞

[SuspiciousMindz]

[Sparrowpelt]
ThunderClan Warrior
Killer Aptitude T3 | Just A Scratch | Hulk SMASH

Once the others in the den had been given hydration, he'd trail after Wolfhawk and Spiderthroat. Exhaustion hung in his normally bright eyes, his steps dragging with each step. He'd barely registered the deputy tossing his name out but focused on T/reetigers. His jaw clenched at the name as he took a seat outside the den. She'd been unconscious for a couple days now, something had drained her. Something wasn't right with what she'd done but no one could question her right now.

A demotion was in order and was granted. Spiderthroat was seething, for valid reasons but Sparrowpelt grew anxious of his wellbeing. It was taking a lot out of him, the warrior was sure of it.

As he listened to the public announcement, his eyes landed on Rosepaw and Flintclaw. They seemed close, that was good. However, he'd frown. During this whole ordeal, he'd neglected his kits. He'd have to get them together to share a meal because stars knew, he needed a good meal and a break. If his staring caught their attention, he'd offer a small smile, though his eyes still lacked the brightness. He'd take note that Flintclaw seemed to be doing much better, that was good. At least he was out of the medicine cat den, now. It was awfully crowded in there the last couple weeks. @Dolomedes @namen_roodles

His attention was caught by Bluetpaw and Sparrowpelts ears pinned. Now was not the time for someone to be pestering Spiderthroat. Fearful the apprentice would get snapped at or worse, Sparrowpelt swooped in. His fluffy pelt stepping between her and Bluetpaw and his tail trailing her away from the deputy. Once settled back into place in the crowd, he'd say a curt "Sit," before sighing slightly. He understood her concern, but there would be other times for this. "It'd be wise not ta bother tah deputy right now," The warrior began, his fluffy tail wrapping around his large paws. "Bumblestar hasn't been awake 'n several days, if a'all this whole time. If she can recover from this life loss, she'll be a'right. We don't know right now," The warrior spoke quietly, although it didn't matter if others heard. It wasn't hard to put two and two together to realize they might not have a leader when all was said and done. Only time would tell. @kailie @Starfalll

There was something else the deputy had to say and he could tell by how his gears seemed to turn in his eyes. How curious. What else was there? Unless.... oh..

[Neptune.]

Public humiliation it is, then. Spiderthroat yells. Cats gather, their gazes scathing and they mutter either out loud or under their breaths. And Hollowpaw can't bring himself to believe it's unneeded. He hadn't thought himself arrogant or that he'd known or been better than anyone else all thanks to his rank before all this, but Spiderthroat's words plant the thought in his brain and, even as he shrinks to the ground, belly flat against the dirt and ears pinned to his head, he cannot help but wonder if maybe he really had thought of himself that way.

There is no demotion that faces him. But the no demotion is probably far worse than actually being demoted. With it, comes a promise of exile - probably a hidden threat of death, too - if he messes up even slightly one more time. It's meant to scare him, it's meant to light a fire under him, it's meant to tell him exactly where he stands at the moment. And where he stands is on a patch of leaf thin ice in the center of the ocean. No way out. No way to safety. But his feet are still on relatively solid ground for the time being, even if it cracks and wobbles. He isn't drowning yet.

Wolfhawk-- Wolfpaw-- is not as fortunate. His demotion is done with malice and what Hollowpaw can only fabricate in his own interpretation of the anger in Spiderthroat's voice as vindictive glee. Hollowpaw does not take pleasure in all that's said, but he can't feel as though this is the wrong course of action. The only reason he himself does not face the same fate is because he'd tended to Dragonflycliff. He'd played first responder to Bumblestar's wounds but from there... nothing. Incompetence. His fault she'd lost another life. Not Wolf's. His. He has half a mind to point that out, but Hollowpaw is not a glutton for punishment, and he thinks Spiderthroat already knows this, anyway. There's no point bringing it up.

He nods, minutely, an acknowledgment. He wants to retreat into the crowd, to vanish from sight, but he forces himself to stay rooted to the spot. He has half a mind to offer some form of comfort to Wolfpaw, but he instead just curls his tail in tighter against himself. This will not happen again.

[kailie]

[62/100]

Bluetpaw’s ears flicked at Sparrowpelt’s comment, and she dipped her head, slipping back until she was sitting beside the tom. She fiddled with some silk and twigs like she always did, her dark blue eyes flitting with thoughts and concern.

@SuspiciousMindz

[kairosclerosis]

nettlescratch
#moonlitthorns

Nettlescratch stood there silently, mind racing.
They felt weak.
They felt.. useless.
What had they been doing this past moon?
Absolutely NOTHING.
Now their clan was in shambles.
No leader, no medicine cat, all paired with the threat of those stars-damned otters…
Nettlescratch was in shambles.
They couldn’t do anything.
Their dark paws quivered beneath them. This clan needed serious help. This was worse than a lot of things. Today could be a great contender in Worst Day in The History of ThunderClan. But Nettlescratch couldn’t think about that right now. Their mind was filled with things — terrible things.
Starclan, they hated this.
They hated.. themself.
They hadn’t done anything to help. All efforts were futile.
They’d been worrying about themself and their family for so long, they couldn’t even spare a moment just to..

“Help the clan.” they suddenly found themself whispering to themself. It felt out of their control, even if they’d done it of their own accord.

Help the clan.

A voice suddenly repeated their words within their mind. This didnt feel right. Nettlescratch had only realised it now. Nothing felt right. Clan life.. didn’t feel right.

Maybe Ashwhisper was right.
Maybe..
NO.
NO.
Nettlescratch shook their head, stepping back from their position in their usual corner of the clearing.
And yet, as they thought about it, maybe..
Just maybe..
Their sister was right.

Nettlescratch sighed, and closed their eyes.

kitty softpaws t2: activate

Slowly, and steadily, they quietly left the clearing, not leaving a trace as they left, aside from a single young forget-me-not they had been fiddling with.

[Nettlescratch is to be presumed either missing or dead.]