ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Random Melody]

( @Spirit @The Eye Of The Storm )

Snowstar made her way into the den, glancing around curiously. Snowstar hadnt really come into the medicine den much - Well besides after the liberation, she would come in to see what she could do to help since her wounds werent serious enough to be concerned about. The scent of herbs flooded her nose, and she blinked faintly, nose twitching faintly. The Siamese took a deep breath and straightened, shaking her head to clear her thoughts and looking over toward Wheatfur. She managed a smile at her former mentor despite the irritation that still gnawed at her. But she couldnt just be frustrated for no apparent reason, right?

Snowstar turned her gaze on the tiny black kit and was reminded of why she had come in the first place, to check on the new rogue kitten. A gentle smile twitched at her lips as she took a few steps forward and sat down, looking at the kit with interest. "Hello there, little one," She mewed softly, shifting into a more comfortable position. "Welcome to ThunderClan. Can you tell me your name?"

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Random Melody

Snowsong giggled, rolling her eyes playfully at his words. She knew he was only joking; That was how Stormstrike was. "Im not? Well then, I guess you just love me for my personality. I can live with that." She smirked, flicking her tail tip softly over his ear. She mostly loved how even after they had confessed their love to eachother, it had been all too easy to return to playing and goofing around as they always did. They'd been together all their lives so...It wasnt even that hard.

At his next words, Snowsong felt her fur beginning to heat up, and a small smile twitched at her lips. "Aww, arent you sweet." She chuckled, nosing his cheek gently as she grinned. "I bet he's also jealous that you're way more good looking than he is." She laughed softly, smiling at the Tom. He definitely was good looking, in Snowsong's opinion. But she more preferred who he was on the inside, thats what mattered. His looks were definitely a bonus though. As he laughed at her joke, Snowsong chuckled as well, amusement glittering in her ice blue hues. "Certainly. Just watch out, his son Stick. Jr. might come after you for revenge!" She teased, letting out a mrrow of laughter.

"Well it certainly was a brave thing to do." Snowsong smirked, nudging her shoulder against her mates with a chuckle. "Obviously for a while! He's been after you since we were kits." Snowsong had to laugh at the memories of the two, Snowsong always being there to help him to his paws after he fell down even when they were so little. The thought made her smile softly. They were always best friends, from the moment they could see eachother to right now. That was the way it would always be, right? "Well we were heading over to the shade to eat that delicious...Plump...Squirrel.." Snowsong licked her lips mockingly, eyeing the squirrel in Stormstrike's jaws before giggling and smiling at her mate. "So, shall we?"[/CENTER]

Stormstrike could always be grateful that his mate had a great sense of humour and didn’t get offended easily with any kind of teasing insult he had to say. They were jokesters and had been teasing each other for all of their life. Why change now? The stormy pelted tom’s life was great and he would love to keep it the way he was. It was as perfect as it could become in his opinion. “Well of course, what’s on the inside is all that matters, but the outside can always be a bonus,” Stormstrike purred, nuzzling her softly.

As Snowsong replied, he could feel his own fur heating up. Even if they were mates now, that still didn’t change the fact that any compliment from her could make his heart flutter and fur heat up. That was something that would probably never change, but he would just have to put up with it like he had in the many moons before now. With her next words, Stormstrike felt as though his fur could burn off at any moment. His pale blue gaze flickered to the soft grass below in embarrassment before he returned it to look back into the beautiful orbs of Snowsong. Deciding he better response, he quickly pushed aside the fact that he heart was pounding like mad. “Who wouldn’t be jealous of my good looks?” Stormstrike replied in a sassy tone, laughing softly. “Oh no! I better run and hide before he catches me!” Stormstrike exclaimed dramatically, raising a front paw to place it against his forehead as a sign of joking distress.

“It was very hard to destroy him, considering it had taken me so long,” Stormstrike remarked, giggling in amusement. Even if he was now a full grown tom, he still had to giggle. Although the word sounded childish, that didn’t matter to the warrior. A smirk grew on his face as he remembered those old but precious memories. Tripping over all the time and becoming an embarrassed mess in front of Snowpaw. She just laughed it off and helped him recover, which always sent relief through the tom. Stormstrike knew she wouldn’t judge him and she would always help him get back up. “Oh yes, that’s right,” Stormstrike said, quickly remembering the squirrel that lay stuck between his jaws. “We shall,” he continued in a posh accent, laughing before he placed his tail across her shoulders and steered her towards the shady area.

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@Random Melody

Posey was tired. The rogue molly had recently stumbled into ThunderClan territory, and Neverwing that thoughtful young tom helped bring her kits into the nursery. She could hear him outside now, speaking to Snowstar. Posey was an old cat, about sixty moons old. It was a wonder that she was able to have four, healthy kits. The blue-eyed molly stretched out, running her tongue over the four kits huddled up next to her.

Two of her kits were already awake, their eyes barely open. She could hear their mewing as they pawed at each other. Mint, a grey female kitten with bright green eyes, and Sky, a male kitten with deep blue eyes and white fur. They were beautiful.

|| Parental Information ||

Posey- A white-furred american short-hair with bright blue eyes and a few grey and black patches around her muzzle, paws, tail and underbelly.

The Father- An unknown rogue with dark brown fur and a calico mother, so the genetics for a calico kit is possible. He had green eyes and lighter patches of fur on his underbelly and tail.

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Originally Posted by Random Melody

( @tawny~ )
Blackstorm made his way into the clearing, inhaling the familiar scent. Cats, fresh-kill, moss, the faint scent of herbs from the medicine den. It almost made him smile. Almost. Glancing back, the Tom had to make sure Alderscreech was following him still. Oh, how he wished he didnt have to do this! Why couldnt the Clans work in peace? Why did there have to be bloodshed? Funny coming from someone who killed his own father. Blackstorm growled under his breath, shaking his head before clearing his throat. "Snowstar's den is that way." He angled his ears toward the leader's den, giving Alderscreech an almost blank look. He didnt want to show how much he hated this. Blackstorm didnt know what his leader intended to do with the WindClan cat, but judging by the furious look on her face when she spoke to him, gave him his orders, it would not be kind.

"Blackstorm!" Neverwing's voice called out meekly, and the tom ran in to the clearing with a hare in his jaws. His fur fluffed up shyly as he skidded to a stop beside Blackstorm, placing the hare in front of him. "I, um... I caught this rabbit for you." His ears flicked back nervously, and he could feel his fur warm up. Oh why did he have to be so in love with Blackstorm?

[vellichor]

Originally Posted by Blue Jay

"Hey!" Snowfall called, bounding after the tom. 'He seems so... Different than when I first met him,' she thought, 'but he changed for the better.'

Because of how clumsy the she-cat was, Snowfall unknowingly tripped on a tree root and sort of did a running-flip kind of thing a few fox-lengths away from the beech tree, but she landed straight on her back. "Oof!"

Sprucefur turned just in time to see Snowfall trip. He dashed to her side quickly. "Are you okay?" he fretted. "Are you hurt? I- I mean..." He added quickly. "The clan can't lose any warriors."

(Dang it's so shoooort!!)

[Blue Jay]

Originally Posted by Eclipse

Sprucefur turned just in time to see Snowfall trip. He dashed to her side quickly. "Are you okay?" he fretted. "Are you hurt? I- I mean..." He added quickly. "The clan can't lose any warriors."

(Dang it's so shoooort!!)

Snowfall jumped back up as if nothing happened. The she-cat suddenly snickered at his words. "So," she began, "you actually... care for me?"

(Saaaaaammmmme! *cough cough* I think I caught myself a cold for no reason whatsoever. )

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by tawny~

Alderscreech wasn't very happy with the situation at the moment. It wasn't a pleasant one, and it wouldn't ever be a pleasant one. The thing was the trees, and ThunderClan as a whole. Trees were most of it really, anyways, since trees, trees were bad omens, to her, really. Trees were not her favorite either, and she hated to be near them, close to them, and around them as a whole. Bad omens they were indeed. The ginger tabby huffed as she slid into the camp. Surrounded, exposed, outnumbered, and vulnerable, that was what Alderscreech was, a target, prey even. Her fur bristled as she followed Blackstorm, a furious and angry expression on her face, she wasn't comfortable here, not comfortable at all, and she felt exposed.
She gave a snort, tail lashing as she looked toward the black tom. "And you expect me to just waltz in her den just like that? Is she expecting me or something? Oh I don't think she'd appreciate me barging in their anyways!" Alderscreech snapped sarcastically, tail lashing behind her as she looked around the camp with a small glare, but a thoughtful look, more on getting back home than anything else. One step, get out here one way or another, get back to WindClan, and make sure to tell Blazingstar about ThunderClan's prisoner happy tendencies.

Blackstorm rolled his eyes as she spoke, giving a lash of his black tail. "Actually she is waiting for you. Right in that den," He sighed and took a few steps forward toward the leaders den, glancing back to make sure Alderscreech wasnt trying to run. He looked completely annoyed at this point. "She wanted me to bring you back to...Talk to her. So you coming to tell her off, or not?" His claws sunk into the ground briefly before sheathing again, and he found himself stretching up onto the tips of his paws, his jaws stretching wide into a yawn. When he finally had all four paws back onto the ground again, he shook out his fur and looked back at Alderscreech, taking a few ore steps to the leaders den.

[seasalt]

Originally Posted by Random Melody

Blackstorm rolled his eyes as she spoke, giving a lash of his black tail. "Actually she is waiting for you. Right in that den," He sighed and took a few steps forward toward the leaders den, glancing back to make sure Alderscreech wasn't trying to run. He looked completely annoyed at this point. "She wanted me to bring you back to...Talk to her. So you coming to tell her off, or not?" His claws sunk into the ground briefly before sheathing again, and he found himself stretching up onto the tips of his paws, his jaws stretching wide into a yawn. When he finally had all four paws back onto the ground again, he shook out his fur and looked back at Alderscreech, taking a few more steps to the leaders den.

Alderscreech huffed, her tail lashing in the annoyance of this predicament, eyes narrowed. "Weelll ain't that a surprise..." She muttered sarcastically. Well, she wasn't going to run away, that was way out of the question. But still, this was irritating and annoying, and all things tiresome. So annoying... really annoying. All she had to do was get through this, and get out here, for her son Blazingstar, for her family. She was proud of him, and he hoped that he knew that. "Talk huh......?" Alderscreech snapped angrily, as she angrily came over to the tree loving den of a maniac leader. Well wasn't that a pleasant site, wasn't it? It was soooo GREAT. The WindClan she cat thought sarcastically, tail lashing as she got closer to the leader's den, a scowl, and an angry, and annoyed look in her optics as she slid inside.

[oats]

Originally Posted by starfall

The apprentice flicked her ear and gave her companion an elegant smile. She loved the fact that the other apprentice was intelligent enough to realize that she was testing her, playing with her: everyone around her was a pawn, and could easily be discarded. Her amber orbs flickered with amusement and curiosity, maybe she chose a good pawn for once, one that actually had the brains to understand what's going on around them. The molly licked her maw and began to look around the clearing, trying to pick out an array of different pawns to control. Of course her...gang, had to be even in mouse-brained cats and in intelligent cats, stupid ones for labor and smarter ones for plots. Yes, yes, all she needed was a little push, although she didn't like doing the work she did like to win, winning was something she could boast about to her idiot brother. The thought pleased Cloverpaw, but the statement about power didn't. She wasn't like her brother, she didn't care about becoming leader, no, she could have all the power of a leader right this moment if she wished to, it wasn't that hard. She focused he sharp optics on Sloepaw "Although I don't care about power, I do like the thought of winning." she stated "So it shall be done, and you shall be my first recruit, second in charge if I may, and i'm sorry love but I am not taking no for an answer." she said matter-of-factly as she looked at the other molly through her lashes, her amber orbs gleamed beneath. And so it begins.

Oh, her grin. Sloepaw could now easily stop herself from the reaction she impulsively thought of deep within-- the serious, more businesslike matters the pair were discussing had the molly more focused than she would usually care to be. Clear blue oculars met her ‘companion’s’ more.. Humorous-looking ones, and she raised a brow ever so slightly, before veering back to her ways, barely containing a shudder from the raw intellectual power that simply sat so very close to her. By choice! It was pretty strange for a molly like Sloe, and she finally settled for giving Cloverpaw a rare, shy smile of her own.
Her timing, however, was not the best. The tabby had moved on to more worthwhile tasks, and Sloepaw could practically see the thoughts swooping and diving through the larger molly’s mind like swallows. Suddenly, she was spoken to again: it wasn’t a fluke, and Cloverpaw’s words seemed fruitful: this was the beginning what could be a great partnership. But again, her heart fluttered at the pet name, the look she was being treated to. Flustered, she mumbled, “I wouldn’t have said no either way, but u-uhm,” Searching for something to say, something that would show she was humbled and willing, but not submissive, Sloepaw simply returned the demand (request?) with a nod. “I’ll help as best I can.”

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Originally Posted by Rubinaito

"Blackstorm!" Neverwing's voice called out meekly, and the tom ran in to the clearing with a hare in his jaws. His fur fluffed up shyly as he skidded to a stop beside Blackstorm, placing the hare in front of him. "I, um... I caught this rabbit for you." His ears flicked back nervously, and he could feel his fur warm up. Oh why did he have to be so in love with Blackstorm?

Originally Posted by Random Melody

Blackstorm rolled his eyes as she spoke, giving a lash of his black tail. "Actually she is waiting for you. Right in that den," He sighed and took a few steps forward toward the leaders den, glancing back to make sure Alderscreech wasnt trying to run. He looked completely annoyed at this point. "She wanted me to bring you back to...Talk to her. So you coming to tell her off, or not?" His claws sunk into the ground briefly before sheathing again, and he found himself stretching up onto the tips of his paws, his jaws stretching wide into a yawn. When he finally had all four paws back onto the ground again, he shook out his fur and looked back at Alderscreech, taking a few ore steps to the leaders den.

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