ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire - Page 337

**HwangHarin** · #**3361** March 18th, 2017, 07:56 PM

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Originally Posted by Cristalline

(What do they look like)

Lionkit / Kit 2 Kit 3 kit 4 )

**Ghostly Cristalline** · #**3362** March 18th, 2017, 08:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Aashka

Lionkit / Kit 2 Kit 3 kit 4 )

"How about Breezekit, flowerkit, and Blarekit." He meowed.

**HwangHarin** · #**3363** March 18th, 2017, 08:16 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cristalline

"How about Breezekit, flowerkit, and Blarekit." He meowed.

" Those sound nice." Icefang purred

**Ghostly Cristalline** · #**3364** March 18th, 2017, 08:20 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Aashka

" Those sound nice." Icefang purred

"Thanks." He purred back.

**HwangHarin** · #**3365** March 18th, 2017, 08:25 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cristalline

"Thanks." He purred back.

Icefang nodded, and looked down at her kits

**Ghostly Cristalline** · #**3366** March 18th, 2017, 08:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Aashka

Icefang nodded, and looked down at her kits

"Their beautiful just like you." He purred loudly. Hopekit stood up from her nest and walked over to them. "Hi uncle Gazeshadow. Their so cute." She purred.

**HwangHarin** · #**3367** March 18th, 2017, 08:40 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cristalline

"Their beautiful just like you." He purred loudly. Hopekit stood up from her nest and walked over to them. "Hi uncle Gazeshadow. Their so cute." She purred.

Icefang smiled and laid her head down and yawned

**Ghostly Cristalline** · #**3368** March 18th, 2017, 08:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Aashka

Icefang smiled and laid her head down and yawned

Gazeshadow rested his head on her aide and breathed in her scent.

**HwangHarin** · #**3369** March 18th, 2017, 08:48 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cristalline

Gazeshadow rested his head on her aide and breathed in her scent.

Icefang purred as she drifted asleep

**Hexict** · #**3370** March 19th, 2017, 12:27 PM

@Random Melody

A darker colored tom slowly made his way out of the warrior's den. His blinked his pale orbs and watched the clan-life around him. He shook out his thick fur, it seemed thinner this year despite being slightly matted - though unnoticeable unless you were near him - and a cold breeze rippled though his fur, and hit his sensitive skin. But the warrior hardly reacted, and continued watching his clan-mates, trying to shake the lonely feeling he felt. Finchcall had actually never been the type to gain many friends, but rather get attached to anyone whom happened to get close to him. He felt deeply for those in his life - which was both good and bad for him.

It was good because he was loyal to them. He would do anything for them, and in return they seemed to care for him too. He and Cardinalpaw had been inseparable when they were younger. Finchcall would never let those who bullied his brother get away. He was always there for his smaller litter-mate, no matter who they were up against. A even he and Crescentmoon had become quite close. They became friends and Finchcall would help her with her training since her mentor seemed to be too busy and he was older than her so he was ahead in training.

But then there was the bad side.... After his brother had died, he had felt lost. The cat he had know for all his life and had been with him no matter what, had died. He didn't even have parents or any other siblings to cry on their shoulder. The only other cat he had grown close enough to had been Crescentmoon. He feel in love with her not too long after they had met, and he thought they would someday become mates. But she never loved him. In fact, he had begun to realize that his crush's heart belonged to the late medicine cat of Thunderclan. It broke his heart, but the last straw was when she disappeared. Now he truly did have no one. He hadn't made that many friends... he did have a few, but he wasn't sure if he would bother them by trying to find and speak to them.

He was a mental mess, and honestly wasn't sure if he wanted to force that one to someone else.

Finchcall's stomach growled, as if snapping at him for not eating yet. The warrior snapped his gaze away from his lively clan-mates and gave a low sign as he began to head towards the fresh-kill pile in search of some food. He hesitated for a few heartbeats before picking up a small robin and bringing it towards the edge of the clearing. The clan seemed to be doing better. Not too long after the Second Evil Era had ended, they had lost their leader. But now everything had calmed down, the former deputy became leader. He had chosen a new deputy to take the vacant spot. They had even lost a medicine cat when Zerosight stepped down to join the elders. But he was quickly replaced with Wheatfur. The dark warrior fluffed out his unusually thin pelt and began mindlessly taking bites out of the small bird at his paws.