ThunderClan Territory

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by The Little Robin

The golden brown-furred bobtail watched as the little tom-kitten suckled at her belly, drinking plenty of warm, nutritious milk and it seemed to bring a small tear to her eye as he gave a tiny mew now and then when he finished, his small belly all full and healthy. She watched as he squirmed around in the softened green grass, obviously interested in this new world that he wasn’t even able to see yet. Eventually, the tom-kit found his sister, bumping into her and tumbled onto his back, uttering small cries for help. “Oh, sweetie..” Autumnleaf murmured, leaning her head forward and nudging his tiny body back onto his stomach, “There you go, mommy’s here for you.” She knew very well that he could not hear nor see her yet, but the vibrations and touch of a mother would surely calm his worries and fears as much as possible right now. Autumnleaf watched as he uttered a small, annoyed mewl and crawled back over to her belly, beginning to suckle once again as he decided not to wander again. It made a small smile form on her maw as she watched the kitten give an outstretched yawn and then snuggle up against her long, warm fur as he silently drifted off to dreamland. She gave her son a few licks over the head and back to make sure he was warm and clean as he slept, a rumbling purr coming from her throat. “Stormkit..” The bobtail whispered, to herself now, “That will be your name.” She silently hoped that this was a good choice, naming him after the half-sister that he would never know that died from the smoke of a fire that once went through Thunderclan’s camp many, many moons ago.

The tom-kit's body vibrated with tiny purrs, and his fur fluffed out. He snuggled into his mothers fur, kneading it gently with his paws. His body wanted to sleep, but he also wanted to leap around and play. Even if he'd likely run into a wall, being unable to hear and see and all. He let out tiny sounds, somewhere between a mewl and a squeak. He was small, much smaller than his sister for sure, but he wasn't weak. He seemed content being alive. His tiny purrs continued, and as he turned, he pawed happily at his sister, who to him, was a lump. He let out a tiny sound of appreciation, it seemed, as his mother helped him. He squiggled, though he found himself unwilling to go much further than a little pile of leaves, which he pushed at with his paws. Stormkit was soothed by the vibrations coming from the milk-smelling she-cat, and he awkwardly made his way back over to her, pawing at her curiously, as he couldn't see her. Stormkit made his way to her tail, pawing at it and finding amusement, swinging his paw at it while keeping his claws in. He didn't even know about his claws yet, this was just fun! Once finished with his bit of fun, he fell back asleep, this time not waking up as soon. He put his muzzle on his paws, purring, and nuzzling up to his mother. He liked sleep, and fun. Soothed by his mothers touch, sleep was easy as he yawned and became still with unconsciousness. He purred still, because he was content. He didn't hear his name, of course, so to him he was just 'thing'. A blind squiggly thing who enjoyed sleep, fun, and exploring. And milk. Other things were unknown to him, of course, he'd have to figure some things out after a bit. When his eyes and ears were open and he could walk.

[Mango]

@Leo the Loke
Chameleonvine smiled at Bingo,” You ready to hunt?”

Peachrain walked by and her eyes grew big in excitement to watch what felt like her son, hunt.

[Empress Of Evil]

The sound of the monsters roaring past on the Thunderpath grew louder as the Turkish Angora padded closer. The sun was nearing sunhigh, but not quite there just yet. Blizzardhail was taking a casual walk through the territory, her intentions not set on doing anything that would tire her out. The warrior was saving the whole afternoon for hunting and border patrols. She had made a plan to head back an hour or two after sunhigh and ask Passionblaze to put her in a patrol. There was a chance that the deputy might not let her join after approaching him to ask so late, as most deputies liked to be organised and organise patrols a while beforehand, but it was a risk she was willing to take. She wanted to see what kind of a cat and deputy Passionblaze was. She didn't know him very well. She only knew he was about a moon older than her because she remembered his apprentice ceremony had been a moon before hers. She remembered watching and whining to her mum about how unfair it was that she couldn't be a warrior there and then. She'd wanted to be he deputy, and eventually leader, but now she couldn't care less if she died a normal warrior.
As she reached the border, Blizzardhail sat down on a soft patch of grass. Her icy blue gaze stared out in the direction of the Thunderpath, her head tilted to the side curiously. The Thunderpath had always fascinated her. Like any other clan cat, it obviously still frightened her when she had to get close to it, but it still fascinated her all the while. The way the monsters hardly ever left the path, and the way that the monsters swallowed the twolegs yet still managed to keep them intact was something that Blizzardhail couldn't understand, and probably never would. And the hard, black surface was unlike anything she'd touched before. It was like a creature from another planet had planted the Thunderpath there to show them that there was a different world.
Despite the loud noises and the stench, Blizzardhail liked to hang around the border and stare our at theThunderpath. Most found it hard to think and concentrate around it, but the warrior found it quite easy. Especially when the thing she was pondering over was the Thunderpath itself.

@Constellation

[Captain]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

Ebonypaw blinked, confused by his mentors reaction to his mew. He bit his lip to keep from blurting he was acting weird, and to snap out of it. Maybe he'd had an off night, he didn't want him to be upset during training. He sat, his tail sweeping around his paws, his gaze concerned and annoyed at the same time. He didn't know why his mentor was acting so out of it, but he had nights like that too, so why should he be upset? He relaxed his muscles, slumping. He didn't take back his words, he never took back his words. "Er..hi." He mewed, he didn't want to be too rude, after all. He awkwardly shuffled his paws, blinking and glancing around, waiting for him to speak again. He glanced behind him, not really seeing anything except Ivory's tail flicking at the entrance of the apprentices den. She was probably talking to someone in there. "Oh, uh, alright" he stuttered, assuming they'd continue battle training, but perhaps he had a different task in mind. "Makes sense." Ebonypaw agreed. He was still a bit sore, his paws ached from running and pouncing and kicking so much. So it was a nice break. The young tom swallowed, nodding silently as he trekked after his mentor. His stomach didn't growl, satisfied with the scrawny mouse he'd gulped down. He glanced around, his mentors waves of negative emotion making him a bit weary. Ebonypaw continued to follow, glancing around. He hadn't been in this area before, and his paws tried to hold him in place, warning him this wasn't going to be a simple hunting lesson. He kept walking, however, deciding to trust his mentor.

Flintheart was silent and deep within his own thoughts as he walked through the forest, the sense of strain and sorrow within his eyes if you truly looked at him. His paws were constant and brisk as they brushed through the soft, uncut grass as the mentor guided his apprentice along through the undergrowth of the hunting grounds. “There will be no physical activities for you today.” The older warrior mentioned, his tone abrupt and lacking as he gave Ebonypaw a back glance before ruining his line of sight to the forest floor in front of him. Flintheart was not himself, no, something had changed deep within his soul - like something had died or burned away, at least, that was how he felt. So empty and hollow within his chest with each step that he took further, almost wondering if he would ever have hope or faith ever again, even his trust in Starclan was beginning to dwell in his head, but of course, this was not expressed out loud. It was several minutes before they had reached their destination, a small clearing where a fallen log rested still in the grass, unmoving for a very long time. He had remembered when this tree had fallen, but that was way back in his past, when he was still young and gullible about life. “Tell me, Ebonypaw.” The Burmilla said, leaping onto the log and sitting down on his haunches as he looked up at the sunlight peeking through the trees above them before peering down at the dark-furred apprentice, “What makes a warrior, exactly, a warrior?”

[Seraphon]

Originally Posted by Chameleon

@Leo the Loke
Chameleonvine smiled at Bingo,” You ready to hunt?”

Peachrain walked by and her eyes grew big in excitement to watch what felt like her son, hunt.

Bingo's eyes were glowing,"yeah! I think I've hunted before but I wasn't good at it." He tilted his head in escitement.

[RedHead]

@Lonestar23
Blue eyes nervously flicked about as Crescentmoon slunk into Thunderclan's territory. The she-cat stepped lightly through the undergrowth as she continued on, stopping every few pawsteps to flick her ears and listen. A small black bundle hung from her jaws, and as the queen padded further, two sliver eyes blinked open, looking around with fear and wariness. She let out a little squeal as Crescentmoon stumbled over a branch she hadn't seen. The silver tabby placed her kit on the ground, giving her a little nuzzle. "Shh Starry, it'll be okay, you'll be okay." Another kit, who had been walking beside Crescent, bounded forwards a little bit, his leafy-colored eye casting a look around. "Mummy, where are we going?" He looked back at his mother, an intrigued expression on his face.. Crescentmoon looked at the tomkit, then she looked past him, where the trees got thicker and then undergrowth got more tangled.
Letting out a sigh, the silver queen laid down in the leaves beside her kits. "South, come back here, I think it's time to take a break." She meowed, curling her tail around her paws. "But I'm not tired!" The kit snapped, putting his nose in the air. Crescentmoon rolled her eyes in exasperation. "South what have I told you about having an attitude with me?" The tomkit's ears flattened slightly, and he bowed his head. "To not to..." He mumbled, and walked back towards his mother, sitting next to her, his silver tabby pelt blending in with hers. Starry came and curled against her mother, her black pelt standing out against the pale silver color of her mother's. Letting out a sigh, Crescentmoon kept her eyes focused ahead and her ears flicking about, hoping that a hostile Thunderclan cat didn't come across them at that moment. I just want to get these kits home...

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by The Little Robin

Flintheart was silent and deep within his own thoughts as he walked through the forest, the sense of strain and sorrow within his eyes if you truly looked at him. His paws were constant and brisk as they brushed through the soft, uncut grass as the mentor guided his apprentice along through the undergrowth of the hunting grounds. “There will be no physical activities for you today.” The older warrior mentioned, his tone abrupt and lacking as he gave Ebonypaw a back glance before ruining his line of sight to the forest floor in front of him. Flintheart was not himself, no, something had changed deep within his soul - like something had died or burned away, at least, that was how he felt. So empty and hollow within his chest with each step that he took further, almost wondering if he would ever have hope or faith ever again, even his trust in Starclan was beginning to dwell in his head, but of course, this was not expressed out loud. It was several minutes before they had reached their destination, a small clearing where a fallen log rested still in the grass, unmoving for a very long time. He had remembered when this tree had fallen, but that was way back in his past, when he was still young and gullible about life. “Tell me, Ebonypaw.” The Burmilla said, leaping onto the log and sitting down on his haunches as he looked up at the sunlight peeking through the trees above them before peering down at the dark-furred apprentice, “What makes a warrior, exactly, a warrior?”

Ebonypaw was nervous. Extremely nervous. This was one of the only times he'd felt the negative emotion stirring in his gut, because usually he was emotionless. Ebonypaw trailed a bit behind him, his muscles rippled under his pelt at his mentors odd behavior. He swallowed the lump of a wail in his throat, sighing inaudidbly. No physical activities? How was that considered training? Better not to question him, as he seemed on edge. "Yes, Flintheart." He mewed, dipping his head and avoiding his gaze, instead fixing it on a deep purple flower. Ebonypaw noticed that negativity radiated from his mentors pelt, which wasn't uncommon, but it was far more angry or saddened than his usual grumpy toughness. He glanced up at the sky, a bright, pretty blue with cottony clouds drifting lazily through it. He didn't know why his mentor was gloomy on such a, as positive cats would put it, 'perfect' day. Perhaps it had something to do with the new deputy, that's when it started anyways. Ebonypaw looked at their destination. It was a nice clearing with a fallen log laying in the grass, which was pleasant enough, he supposed. He snapped to attention as his mentors mew sounded. He hadn't spoken yet, besides saying there'd be no physical activity today besides the walk here, so it was surprising to say the least. The Angora sat, staring up at his mentor in anticipation. He waited for the question, which he new was coming, he just didn't know what question it was. Something warrior related, probably. He blinked. "Courage, loyalty, and strength." He stated a few things he knew.

[Captain]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

Ebonypaw was nervous. Extremely nervous. This was one of the only times he'd felt the negative emotion stirring in his gut, because usually he was emotionless. Ebonypaw trailed a bit behind him, his muscles rippled under his pelt at his mentors odd behavior. He swallowed the lump of a wail in his throat, sighing inaudidbly. No physical activities? How was that considered training? Better not to question him, as he seemed on edge. "Yes, Flintheart." He mewed, dipping his head and avoiding his gaze, instead fixing it on a deep purple flower. Ebonypaw noticed that negativity radiated from his mentors pelt, which wasn't uncommon, but it was far more angry or saddened than his usual grumpy toughness. He glanced up at the sky, a bright, pretty blue with cottony clouds drifting lazily through it. He didn't know why his mentor was gloomy on such a, as positive cats would put it, 'perfect' day. Perhaps it had something to do with the new deputy, that's when it started anyways. Ebonypaw looked at their destination. It was a nice clearing with a fallen log laying in the grass, which was pleasant enough, he supposed. He snapped to attention as his mentors mew sounded. He hadn't spoken yet, besides saying there'd be no physical activity today besides the walk here, so it was surprising to say the least. The Angora sat, staring up at his mentor in anticipation. He waited for the question, which he new was coming, he just didn't know what question it was. Something warrior related, probably. He blinked. "Courage, loyalty, and strength." He stated a few things he knew.

The older warrior was not a heartless creature, but an emotionally unstable feline that usually locks all true emotion away. His mentor, his parents and his own crush had taught him what would happen if emotions got ahold of you, however, no matter how much he would try - Flintheart could not be strong every single moment of every single day. He did have feelings and dreams that he strived for, but as moons passed and things were only becoming harder and harder for the warrior, he wondered how long it would be until he would break. The grey-furred male looked down at the youth that was not before him, looking up at him with curiosity and it was no doubt that Ebonypaw noticed how he was different than before. “Correct.” He simply answered, “But being a warrior means much more than a few words to describe another. Being a warrior means putting yourself in front of your loved ones when they are in danger, being a warrior means fighting for what you believe in and for your clan, being a warrior means never letting anything truly destroy you.” With that last statement, the mentor almost had added something along the lines of Ebonypaw being more of a warrior than he was, but he decided to not add more tension between them now. “Do you believe that you should work hard in your life in order to accomplish your dreams? Do you believed that this said hard work will pay off in the end?” He asked the apprentice, staring at him with his greenish blue-hued eyes.

[Fab4evagirl]

Featherflight trailed along the ThunderClan border. He noticed it was getting quite chilly. That made sense, though, because it was the beginning of leaf-fall. Honestly, he just wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the clan, and maybe catch a mouse or two. And because it was leaf-fall, the other clans might attempt to steal prey, so he might as well check the borders.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Leo the Loke

Bingo's eyes were glowing,"yeah! I think I've hunted before but I wasn't good at it." He tilted his head in escitement.

Chameleonvine pased,” Can I see your hunter’s crouch.”