ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by Hexict

The warrior's tail twitched as he knew that she could see through his lie. Of course, he hadn't tried to even hide the fact that he wasn't alright - but did it matter? He wasn't in the mood nor had the energy to put effort into lying. Though he supposed that he was never amazing at lying anyway. He never had a reason to lie so he rare had in his life. But now he just didn't feel like talking about such personal matters, especially with Snowsong. Finchcall was aware that she was deputy, and she was only trying to be helpful, but that didn't change the fact that she was relatively a stranger to him.

Sure she seemed nice, but still.... Besides, what was he to tell her? Just rant about some depressing things that had been happening to him? Did she really care that his brother died? That a cat he cared for deeply chose a medicine cat apprentice over him, and then she just disappeared? No, that didn't seem like anything he could tell someone when they've just met. He was sure if he told her this, she would back up slowly from him and simply not bothering with the tom anymore. I know I should have more faith in her. She is the new deputy. But information like this can not be lightly told to just anyone.

He let his gaze observe her, looking the molly up and down. I guess if I knew her better, then she would be the perfect person to confined in, he finally concluded. Finchcall was sure that she was actually a good cat. In fact, she had a warm air about her that made him feel a bit relaxed. They had just officially met and he could already tell how friendly she was. If he had know her better, he was sure that he would entrust her with such personal subjects.

But not right now....

The was a hesitated before the warrior answered. "If you have something to say, then you can talk if you want," he began, stilling playing off that there was nothing wrong with him. "But if you don't want to talk, then we can be silent. You could bring some prey over," he gestured his tail towards the fresh-kill pile in the clearing. He was intimidated to be accompanied by the deputy, but he didn't want to come off too rude to her. He could tell that she wasn't about to leave him alone due to knowing that something was actually wrong with him. He wasn't going to talk about it just yet, but if she did want to talk about something to him then he would listen, and if she was to sit and silently eat or something then he would be alright with that as well.

Snowsong nodded and gave a small smile to his words. "We can talk if you want, or you can talk. Im a good listener." She winked at him before standing, shaking out her short, almost prickly white fur. "And good idea. I'll go get us some food. Im not busy at the moment so I have time to sit and talk." She gave him a warm smile, then turned and trotted off toward the fresh-kill pile, her ears pricked.

She wondered what the Tom could be upset about. Did he lose someone? Was he sick? A frown pulled at the corners of her mouth as the thought crossed her mind but she shook it off and let her eyes rake over the fresh-kill pile, padding closer to it. She was at a good pace, but thinking made her slower than usual. I wont make him tell me.

But, She decided as she walked, head high. I can get to know him, and see if I can cheer him up. Thats what matters, and I hate seeing cats upset like this. She was hoping to turn ThunderClan around, to help Gyrestar start a new, better era. What with everything that had happened so far, the fire...

We lost Fernpaw then. Snowsong's ears twitched, and laid back against her head. Her steps faltered for a second before she continued forward. Her sisters death had taken quite a toll on her for the longest of times. She wasnt sure if she would ever really get over it, but she knew that Fernpaw would want her to. Her sister would want her to become a good deputy and maybe one day, leader. But that wasnt important, not as important as serving her Clan to the best of her ability. Thats what Fernpaw would want.

And then there was the Evil Era. Just thinking about it sent shivers down Snowsong's spine. Ratnight had been a cruel leader,almost destroying the Clan. Snowsong recalled the battle with SkyClan, and still couldnt help a faint prickle of guilt. That was the first time she'd ever fought for another Clan, and she wasnt sure she would ever stop feeling bad about that. Though, she couldnt exactly regret it....After all, more blood would have been spilled had SkyClan not won. Had StarClan not won.

And after that had destroyed Snowsong and her siblings. Blackstorm had turned, switching sides in the blink of an eye. She would never forget that, what her brother had done. Killing their father, driving Honeyfur and Eternal out of the territory out of guilt, and then leading Snowsong, her siblings and friends out of ThunderClan into a wasteland, no food, no water, they almost starved. They would have, if not for Honeyfur and Eternal's return. They'd finally chased Blackstorm, Goldensky, and Oakmark out of the territory. She hadnt seen them since.

And then Splashheart had left ThunderClan to go to RiverClan. Snowsong had to smile, shaking her head. Her sister had made the right choice for herself and her kits. No cat should grow up without parents, Snowsong knew this better than anyone. They'd made it to apprentices without their parents, until Roarclaw finally showed up with Fiercestorm and Swiftbreeze. It had been a day to remember, but Snowsong couldnt get it out of her head how Splashheart had been so silent, how Blackstorm had been so cold. She had been so confused when Blackstorm admitted to killing Fiercestorm, and even more confused when Splashheart snapped Swiftbreeze when her mother hadnt respected her decision to leave. But Snowsong had sat, she'd thought.

Now she understood.

Snowsong let her breath out slowly as she reached the fresh-kill pile. The thoughts fell out of her head almost instantly, hiding away for another time. Snowsong lowered her head and grabbed two squirrels in her maw by their tails, turning to head back to Finchcall. In any case, Snowsong wanted everyone in her Clan to be happy and safe. Starting with this Tom. Life was a story, right? Everyone deserved a happily-ever-after.

With a smile, she made her way back over to him, her ice blue eyes warm and friendly. She would make sure, no matter what, that ThunderClan's story had a happy ending.

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Spiderkit only watched for a moment as two of his four siblings demonstrated their crouches to Fernglow and Owltail. The tom only snorted once before stepping off of the few stones he had put on the ground to be higher. "I bet I could do better."
Spiderkit mewled getting into the beginnings of a hunting crouch but sicking his tail high in the air happily. Through his gloomy attitude there was always a small sign of happiness. "You couldn't beat me if Gyrestar himself taught you!"
Spiderkit of course was only being silly as it was obvious he didn't even know a thing about hunting. Pride etched his voice before the black tom leaped at Berrykit and landed awkwardly in a pile of fluff on tom of his sibling. "You couldn't catch a mouse even if it was right in front of you."He taunted his attitude getting up.

@MootheBean @Dovekit12

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by Crumbleless

Spiderkit only watched for a moment as two of his four siblings demonstrated their crouches to Fernglow and Owltail. The tom only snorted once before stepping off of the few stones he had put on the ground to be higher. "I bet I could do better."
Spiderkit mewled getting into the beginnings of a hunting crouch but sicking his tail high in the air happily. Through his gloomy attitude there was always a small sign of happiness. "You couldn't beat me if Gyrestar himself taught you!"
Spiderkit of course was only being silly as it was obvious he didn't even know a thing about hunting. Pride etched his voice before the black tom leaped at Berrykit and landed awkwardly in a pile of fluff on tom of his sibling. "You couldn't catch a mouse even if it was right in front of you."He taunted his attitude getting up.

@MootheBean @Dovekit12

"Neither could you!" Berrykit grinned and stuck his tongue out at Spiderkit. Sure, he was just playing around, but why did he have to try to better? The reddish brown calico grunted and pushed Spider off of him, stretching himself out. "That hurt!"

Fernglow chuckled at the competitive spirit his kits had shown. It was something he had as a kit as well, and seeing these kits that were as much a part of him as his leg filled him with pride. He walked over to Spiderkit and Berrykit, then wrapped his tail around the two. "I know you two are brothers, so you'll bump heads daily, but try not to land on your mother or your siblings when you fight each other." The large tom grinned and licked both of this kit's heads, then uncurled his tail and sat next to Owltail.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

"Wait, what? 'I guess you'll need some moss too'?! Do you know who your talkihg to?" hissed the grey cat, ears flicking aggressively back. "Stop acting like your some sort of medicine cat, shut your mouth and let the older cats do the work, okay?" They glared furiously at the kit, using a large amount of restraint not to leap at the cat and tear his throat out. Hey, less marigold on his wounds, more dirt to cover his grave, a good enough trade off.. No, Remora, cool it.

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

"Fix your attitude problem, kit," Remora snarled. (Ughhh mobileee)

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

Darkkit said nothing and just raised an eyebrow, backing away a little further into the confines of Wheatfur's shadowed den.
Night was drawing nearer as the light outside faded to reveal the starry ancestors of the clans. "Yes. Mother." The golden Tom kit mocked through gritted teeth.

Later on that evening, another kit came into the nursery, her eyes wet and bloodshot. This kit was familiar. Her neat white fur and creamy patches once complimented her green eyes but now it was matted and sticky. As the kit approached them further into the den, blood red with the sunset, Darkkit recognised his sister, Lemonkit. "Lemonkit?"
"Hello?"
"Lemonkit! It's me! Darkkit, your brother!"
"Oh..."
"Remember? We haven't been together in ages!"
"Hi!" But the spotted Tom kit wasn't convinced she even cared.

"Cut it out; its hard to concentrate with you bickering. Anyway; Darkkit, I'm not sure about long term affects..... But you may go now, Lemonkit, escort him, he may be dazed." Wheatfur was brisk and quick, he was tired, and was not in the mood for thing fox-dung. "Remora, may you got out for a minute..... I need a minute."

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

"Cut it out; its hard to concentrate with you bickering. Anyway; Darkkit, I'm not sure about long term affects..... But you may go now, Lemonkit, escort him, he may be dazed." Wheatfur was brisk and quick, he was tired, and was not in the mood for thing fox-dung. "Remora, may you got out for a minute..... I need a minute."

Lemonkit choked a little then managed to get out "no, mother sent me. I am ill with whitecough."

Darkkit's eyes widened with surprise but he stayed with his sister so he could make sure she's okay.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

Lemonkit choked a little then managed to get out "no, mother sent me. I am ill with whitecough."

Darkkit's eyes widened with surprise but he stayed with his sister so he could make sure she's okay.

{You didn't put up her on the request thing, so could you not?}

"Darkkit, go to the nursery, ill get Lemonkit some herbs." He set about getting the herbs from the cracks In the rock, he grabbed some catmint and a few other herbs and gave them to Lemonkit, "Eat them when you get back to the nursery." He mewed briskly.

[Gusty]

Originally Posted by Moonlight12

Moonfeather purred. This kit was so small, so innocent, so... not the... Evil Era. Sadness flickered in Moonfeather's eyes for a split second. No. She thought.I can't be like that. It left so many scars on a lot of my clan mates, on the inside and out. I need to stay strong for my clan mates. Moonfeather smiled at the kit.

Falconkit noticed a slight change in Moonfeather. What's going through the warrior's mind? Although the kit was quite uneducated, she could detect facial expressions. Moonfeather seemed happy on the outside, but there was a flicker of an underlying emotion. Sadness? Despair? Longing? All three? It was possible.

But... it can't be anything too major, she convinced herself. and anyways, she's smiling now. It can't be too bad. Falconkit shrugged, shaking her thoughts out of her mind.

"Hey, do you want to do something else now? Can we check out another den?" She asked aloud. "Maybe the apprentice's den?"

[lone]

@Nighty

The newly named Owlpaw sat in the clearing. Everything-- everything around her was changing. Her name had changed, which, although she had known all too well it would, she was beginning to wonder if she was really ready. No, her mind was whispering to her. No, she wasn't ready for this. To be an apprentice? To defend and fight for the Clan, to be willing to give her life in battle, to worry over those things? She definitely wasn't ready.
Though this was long overdue-- she was older then the average new apprentice, at almost eight moons of age now. And Storkpaw...he had recieved his warrior name! Excitement went through her at realizing this about her friend, and her tail began to twitch with interest as she looked around for him. Was Storkflight somewhere nearby? She would have to remember that-- Storkflight. Such a nice name for her friend. As far as Owlpaw was concerned, it suited him quite well! She wondered what her warrior name would be. Owlpaw had only been an apprentice for a day, and was already looking to the future. Well, that was part of her personality.
Owlpaw glanced around once more for her friend, wondering what he thought about being a warrior. She was sure he must be at least a little scared. Wasn't everyone scared when they became an apprentice, or warrior? And from there-- deputy, medicine cat or leader? Surely they must be at least a little bit scared, weren't they? And yet Owlpaw never saw it. Because most cats were pretty good at hiding it, but she preferred to keep her emotions open and friendly, which made it harder for her to hide things like fear. So while it might be hard to tell what some cats were thinking or feeling, with Owlpaw? It was generally an open read. Of course, the young apprentice had never really been too worried as far as what others thought about her went. She hadn't needed to be. But now? With much older cats? She was a little worried.

[Fallpotato]

@JaxenAmethyst
Snowpaw was in the middle of the clearing, chomping down on a mouse. He finished in a few minutes and got up to look around the camp. His fiery pelt shone in the light

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Spiderkit hauled himself up and shrugged his eyes closed as if lost in thought. When he opened them they were glistening with guilt. "Sorry Berrykit." He mewed silently and then he perked his tail staring up at his father. "Ok!" The tom kit squeaked. Spiderkit then balled together some moss from a nest and mewed,"Let's play moss ball now!"

@Cherry Cola, @Nighty, @Spirit

Copperstrike was just beginning to settle down in her nest tired from just padding to the fresh kill pile and back when a pain shot through her belly. She opened her copper eyes with a hiss of pain. She had seen other she-cats give birth but there was always their mate with them. Yewheart wouldn't be here this time. She held back another hiss as a fresh wave of pain wracked her body. Not only moments later a tom lay by her side his calico fur shining sleek in the dim light of the cloudy day.
Then again more waves of pain swirled through Copperstrike's pelt small whimpers coming from the queen's jaws. It felt like moons before yet another kit: this one a orange and white tabby she-kit. Copperstrike's tired eyes were filled with sadness and happiness as she gazed over the two before the last wave of pain struck her and a tan she-kit lay beside her next to the other two. "Yewheart would have loved them." She breathed silently her heart still aching from knowing Yewheart would not be here to see them. She still loved him even if he didn't love her.