ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[oats]

Originally Posted by starfall

The brown tabby smiled as she noticed the molly shift and change her position to seem more intelligent, which she found amusing. She took notice of the molly's politeness and sweetness, no matter how serious she wished to be, no matter how much she wished to hide it behind an unmelodic tune. Sometimes she found herself calming as her companion spoke, even though she tended to stutter and the fact that her low self esteem caused the other to squeak at times she found Sloepaw's calming, soothing her nerves whenever she was angry or stressed. The apprentice copied her companions shift in position, elegantly placing her left paw over her right and slowly placed her tail next to her back legs. Cloverpaw replaced her smile with an inquisitive gaze, her amber optics gleamed, she couldn't put her paw on it but something clicked in the back of the tabby's mind, something began to work. Ideas began to turn and churn within her mind, various different plots came into view, it only took her a few seconds to pick the one she liked the most. Once she decided what path she was going to take she leaned forward so that her muzzle was almost touching the blue apprentice's own, although she was positive that it would make her companion uncomftrable she didn't move "Oh no, you're quite alright, In fact I would say that you have impeccable timing." she stated.

Cloverpaw leaned back and made herself comftrable once more, her paws tucked neatly beneath her chest, almost the very image of class. It was time to get a second vote, a second opinion of just how mad her brothers plan was. "My siblings have made a little game for the four of us, the point of this game is to see which one of us gets the most...hm..followers, per say." she began "Now of course this seems idiotic, but of course I'm the only one so far who has not begun this silly game, and I want your opinion, should I take part in this little emberassment of entertainment?" she asked, nothing sweet and kind escaped from her words, she really didn't care for this whatsoever, it was stupid and a waste of her time. But, if the molly sitting infront of her said that it should be done, then she would do the deed. This was mainly a test to see if she could truly be friends with Sloepaw, or if she'd just be another pawn, she couldn't become friends with one who has no backbone, she wouldn't be able to stand it.

Cloverpaw’s scrutiny was not something Sloepaw was new to, but the feeling of being inspected, assessed was.. foreign. Those ochre eyes of hers bored into the silver-blue molly’s pelt, laying her bare, and yet… she attempted to cooly return the molly’s gaze with certainty, succeeding somewhat. Sloepaw would not stand down from things she was used to, after all. She simply would not.
However, proximity was more than enough to break her. The soft feeling of the tabby’s breathing close to her sent her fur a-prickling, and she despised it. She wouldn’t be weak, she wouldn’t let her know what was on her mind: it was just a fluke; only a fluke. Attention was something Sloepaw was starved for— the fact that Cloverpaw’s charisma and looks drew her close was quite enough, but at this distance, she could truly see all that she wanted to, and it was pretty… astounding.
Still, almost as if she was a mouse at striking distance, Sloepaw listened to what she had to say, unmoving. Of course she still wanted her here. If it was meant to be one of her games, Sloe couldn’t care less: she was there, she didn’t want Cloverpaw to move.
The she-cat didn’t get what she wanted, though. As the tabby shifted away, the tension in her shoulders subsided, and she flicked her ear, indicating the fact that she was still very much enraptured by every controlled syllable, each considered word in the she-cat’s voice. Followers, eh? Why would she ask me, of all cats? Pausing in her thoughts, mulling over what she was about to say, Sloepaw twitched before speaking. “Objectively, it’s.. pointless, unless you have p-plans, I guess. I’d do it p-purely to, you know, uh. Amass a good amount of trustworthy c-cats if you wanna. Go places in Thunderclan. Power and influence and all that jazz? Idunno, Cloverpaw…” She stopped there, grooming a paw before continuing. “If you wanna play the game, win. Don’t try if you don’t want it, right?”

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

She dipped her head, motioning for the apprentice to go after the squirrel.

Nettlepaw got into a hunting crouch and began slowly stalking her prey. Her hind quarters and tail slightly touched the ground by four inches to not stir up any leaves. Once she got closer she jumped, landing on top of the squirrel. The apprentice killed it with a swift bite to the neck. "Got it!" she yowled.

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

Nettlepaw got into a hunting crouch and began slowly stalking her prey. Her hind quarters and tail slightly touched the ground by four inches to not stir up any leaves. Once she got closer she jumped, landing on top of the squirrel. The apprentice killed it with a swift bite to the neck. "Got it!" she yowled.

"Good job!" Falconmoon praised, curling her tail. "Let's get this back to camp, unless you want to catch anything else that stuck around?" She questioned.

[Zero]

Originally Posted by RedHead

Foxkit groaned, her head pounding. She had not expected that, at all. the poor she-kit was taken completely unaware, but she was a tough little one. She sat up and blinked open her orange eyes, focusing in on the kit in front of her. The one who, Foxkit supposed, had ran into her. After a moment, the ginger kit registered the other kit's question, and she quickly shook her head. "No, It's fine, I'll be fine..." Her voice trailed off as she touched the top of her head, the place where Sablekit had collided into her. She winced a little, but otherwise, she was fine. And you could tell, as right then she leaped to her paws, facing Sablekit. "Yep! I'm perfectly fine! But what a great way to start some new fun, am I right?" Foxkit purred, bouncing on her paws happily. "Oh, and I'm Foxkit by the way." Foxkit had learned that not everyone knew her name, and so she may need to introduce herself to most of them. She wasn't that important yet. "And what's your name? I might've heard it before, but I am not the best with names." The ginger feline let out a little laugh, swishing her tail through the air with happiness. This was the perfect way to have some more fun for the day. Besides, if she went and bothered her older relatives, she's probably get scolded by her mother. I am almost an apprentice though!!

Sablekit nodded her head as the kitten responded, stepping out of the other kit's space because she figured that it was rude not to do so. She blinked as Foxkit jumped to her paws excitedly, almost jumping a little from the sudden action. However, it did the trick in exciting Sablekit a little as well, the feeling being infectious in the brown and white kitten. "Yeah, I guess it is!" She meowed, giggling at the ginger she-kit. "Though, I'm glad I didn't hurt you. Usually I'm a bit more graceful when making new friends or asking people to talk." The kitten took a moment to survey the cat in front of her, noting characteristics that she could use to remember the she-cat's name. Sable was usually really good at knowing names once they were told to her and she interacted with them, all do to that carefulness. "I'm Sablekit," She replied easily, her chest rumbling in a loud purr. "It's surprising we haven't talked before this, you know? I've seen you around the nursery like a billion times! I think you may be a bit older than me, though." She shifted her weight, her lips curving up into an easy smile that brightened her blue eyes. "I'm only 4 moons, and you've gotta be close to 6 by now, right?" It was a guess, so Sablekit wouldn't be too mad if she hadn't gotten that correct.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

"Good job!" Falconmoon praised, curling her tail. "Let's get this back to camp, unless you want to catch anything else that stuck around?" She questioned.

"I'm a bit tired now. Let's go." she yawned. nettlepaw headed back to camp with the squirrel she caught. The small apprentice always got tired easily.

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

"I'm a bit tired now. Let's go." she yawned. nettlepaw headed back to camp with the squirrel she caught. The small apprentice always got tired easily.

Falconmoon followed, her own prey in her maw.

[Chalcedony]

Hazelstorm padded around, glancing around at her and gazing up at the cloudy sky where a bird freely flew. The golden-brown cat twitched her whiskers. The newleaf air was heavier than usual - ever so slightly reminding her of the horrible greenleaf season to come.
She had only been out for a small walk but she found her stomach to be growling already. Hazelstorm ignored it and carried on pawing at a fly that was dancing in between the thin blades of grass nearby.

[Gone]

Originally Posted by roseprints

Hazelstorm padded around, glancing around at her and gazing up at the cloudy sky where a bird freely flew. The golden-brown cat twitched her whiskers. The newleaf air was heavier than usual - ever so slightly reminding her of the horrible greenleaf season to come.
She had only been out for a small walk but she found her stomach to be growling already. Hazelstorm ignored it and carried on pawing at a fly that was dancing in between the thin blades of grass nearby.

Alderstripe sat in a far corner of the clearing, everything had been quite hard without Violeteye, the she-cat that had always been with him, he had even trained her and now, she was gone, no news, it had been moons and he needed to move on, he knew it.

Gazing around camp, someone quickly caught his attention, a she-cat, he quickly realised who it was and started padding closer to her, he easily made out who it was due to the color of her fur. "Hey, Hazelstorm." The brown tabby mewed softly, taking a seat beside her, his tail wrapped around his paws.

[Chalcedony]

Originally Posted by Raven & Co

Alderstripe sat in a far corner of the clearing, everything had been quite hard without Violeteye, the she-cat that had always been with him, he had even trained her and now, she was gone, no news, it had been moons and he needed to move on, he knew it.

Gazing around camp, someone quickly caught his attention, a she-cat, he quickly realised who it was and started padding closer to her, he easily made out who it was due to the color of her fur. "Hey, Hazelstorm." The brown tabby mewed softly, taking a seat beside her, his tail wrapped around his paws.

Hazelstorm, who was slightly startled by the familiar voice, watched the fly slip out of her claws and, with a wobble, fly out into the distance. "Alderstripe!" the she-cat exclaimed. "I feel like I haven't seen you for a whi-" She stopped. From the soft looking tom's face, she could tell that something was wrong. Hazel storm sighed.
"It's Violeteye, isn't it? I miss her too," she quietly meowed as her gaze shifted to her paws. "I'm so sorry. She was like family to you, wasn't she?" Hazelstorm gave another sigh, deep with sorrow.

[Gone]

Originally Posted by roseprints

Hazelstorm, who was slightly startled by the familiar voice, watched the fly slip out of her claws and, with a wobble, fly out into the distance. "Alderstripe!" the she-cat exclaimed. "I feel like I haven't seen you for a whi-" She stopped. From the soft looking tom's face, she could tell that something was wrong. Hazel storm sighed.
"It's Violeteye, isn't it? I miss her too," she quietly meowed as her gaze shifted to her paws. "I'm so sorry. She was like family to you, wasn't she?" Hazelstorm gave another sigh, deep with sorrow.

As Hazelstorm said his name, he gave a small smile, though, when she spoke about Violeteye, his heart sunk, he had really grown close to the she-cat, they even had kits now... And even then, they never really came to see him, he never knew why, after all, most of them had grown close to him, he had always given them the attention they deserved, he even suffered for them, he now had a missing eye and a huge scar over his nose from previous battles, he approached the she-cat before burying his muzzle in her fur, even if he hated to admit it, she shared some similarities to his previous mate, like her scent, he could honestly breathe in it all day long, just like he could with Violet, shutting his blue eye and simply staying close to her. "She was my mate..." He said sadly.

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