ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Tazzy]

Originally Posted by The Loner Forever

Whitekit pushed her afther away with a purr. "Mostly all the kits in the nursery or too young or too old." replied young molly.

A purr rumbled through this chest “Hey! Someone has to groom you, you wild kit.” He laughed as he tried reaching for her again. “Hmmm...” he looked down at his daughter. To young or to old? He had thought there was some her age. “Alright Whitekit, I’m your age for the time being. What would you like to play?”

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Tazzy

A purr rumbled through this chest “Hey! Someone has to groom you, you wild kit.” He laughed as he tried reaching for her again. “Hmmm...” he looked down at his daughter. To young or to old? He had thought there was some her age. “Alright Whitekit, I’m your age for the time being. What would you like to play?”

Whitekit looked at her father with a slight smile. "You can be the Windclan cat and ill defend Thunderclan." replied the kitten. She got off of her father. Getting ready to attck him.

[Tazzy]

Originally Posted by The Loner Forever

Whitekit looked at her father with a slight smile. "You can be the Windclan cat and ill defend Thunderclan." replied the kitten. She got off of her father. Getting ready to attck him.

Bramble crouched down, his tail tip flicking back and forth “We’ve come to expand our territory, so Thunderclan must be chased out.” He rumbled as he stalked towards Whitekit.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Tazzy

Bramble crouched down, his tail tip flicking back and forth “We’ve come to expand our territory, so Thunderclan must be chased out.” He rumbled as he stalked towards Whitekit.

Whitekit lunged forward towards her father. "Thunderclan can defend their clan. We're strong enough." yowled tje kit. She tackled Brambletalon.

[Tazzy]

Originally Posted by The Loner Forever

Whitekit lunged forward towards her father. "Thunderclan can defend their clan. We're strong enough." yowled tje kit. She tackled Brambletalon.

Bramble crashed down under the kit “You defeated Windclan..” he gasped as he struggled a tiny bit under his daughter “Thunderclan is greater then...Windclan.” Bramble batted at Whitekit lightly while laughing.

[Tazzy]

Originally Posted by Deranged Llama

(( oc : sorry for the long delay; I have finals coming up and my posts will be spaced far apart as well as much shorter in length ))

Sweetfawn chuckled lightly to herself. She relished in getting up early, but knew that most cats preferred getting up at reasonable hours. "Yup," she purred. "It's good practice for the dawn patrol." She flicked her tail and smiled. "Ready for your first hunting lesson?" Sweetfawn was all but bursting with excitment, and she hoped that once Foxpaw woke up, she would be excited as well.

This is so late o.o I thought I replied to this sorry!)

Foxpaw stared at her in horror. Dawn patrols? Is there any way to get out of those? She thought of all the possible ways to get out of waking up early. At the mention of hunting, Foxpaw perked up immensely. “Yes! Let’s go hunt!” She exclaimed bounding towards the camp entrance.

[lone]

Originally Posted by RedHead

Crescentmoon looked up at Ottertail as she felt his paw on her face, wiping away her tears. She simply stared at him for a moment, her round blue eyes still glistening with tears at the edges. She took a few breaths while staring at him, and his words broke the silence that had been there for a moment.
She nodded, knowing what he said was true. Her kits would be fine here, she knew that for sure.

But she wasn’t sure about herself. As Ottertail’s last statement sunk into her, she dropped her gaze to the ground for a moment. She didn’t like relying on others for support, she’d learned how much it hurt when they left. That had been learned the hard way. She trusted Ottertail, yes, but she was still very fragile. And tender wounds were being reopened, something that the silver-furred molly did not deal with well.
She knew that Ottertail was a fun-loving tom. That was her favorite part about him. And she didn’t want to bring him down. But she knew she needed support. Inside, she was stubborn and wanted to try and hold her own head up. But the she-cat knew her stubbornness was something that she’d have to push away. She needed to accept the help of others. Especially if they were outrightly offering it to her.

Taking a deep breath, Crescentmoon opened her mouth to say something to the tom when he suddenly asked her if she wanted to leave the clearing. The thought came as soothing to her. She loved being out in the territory, taking walks through it had always been her favorite thing to do. The more she thought about it, the more crowded and stuffy the clearing seemed to become.
What about Starrykit and Southkit? The thought hit her heart with a pang. She wanted to go out and enjoy the rest of the daylight in the territory, but she didn’t want to leave her kits. She sat there for a moment, contemplating. A little walk couldn’t hurt, right?

“Yeah, a walk sounds nice.” She meowed, giving Ottertail a reassuring smile. “I think Starrykit and Southkit will be fine for now, there’s plenty of other queens and other kits that will help watch them.” She had faith in the members of her clan. That was something she’d never lost, even when she was living as a loner.
The silver she-cat stood up, brushing last Ottertail towards the exit. Her mood had become a more positive be one, and a bright smile was now on her face. “Come on furball.” She purred, a playful note in her voice.





Ever since becoming an apprentice, the silver tomcat had been nothing but trouble. Trouble for other cats, trouble for his mother, and most specifically, trouble for his mentor. Jaggedpaw had already tried multiple times to assert his dominance over his mentor, which was a very big risk, considering he was the clan leader. The silver tomcat of course didn’t take Passionstar’s rank into consideration. To him, the ginger tomcat was just like any other cat. Inferior to his undeniable awesomeness.

Stepping into the clearing, Jaggedpaw’s sharp lime-colored eyes raked the area, taking in all the small details of the cats and things in the clearing. After he had assured himself that nothing out of order was happening without him, he sat down and began to groom his silver and black pelt. The tomcat had always been an early riser, and it had become kind of a routine for him to go on the dawn patrols every morning. He seemed to have an endless supply of energy, always waking up early and usually going to bed late. He seldom took daytime naps as well.
Once he was done grooming his pelt go considerable perfection, he glanced around again. His eyes lit up as he spotted Caliapaw step from her den and into the clearing. The younger cat hadn’t seen his friend in a while, ever since she had become a medicine cat, he had felt like he was now out of the picture.

Jaggedpaw would make sure that he didn’t leave her life unless he wanted to though. And he definitely didn’t want to. Caliapaw was his kithood best friend, she had been the first cat to talk to him when he was brought by his mother to Thunderclan at a young age. Jaggedpaw wasn’t going to let her go so easily. He knew that he annoyed her. In fact, he enjoyed annoying her. But he would never go to far to the point where he might possibly hurt her. Jaggedpaw hates hurting other’s feelings, especially those of his close friends and family.

Getting up, Jaggedpaw sauntered towards the age-cat, his prominent smirk overtaking his face as he came within earshot of her. “Hey Cals, how is my beautiful flower-princess doing?” He purred, walking close to her and smirking downward at her. He may be younger than the she-cat, at only about eight moons, but he was a tall cat for his age. He was always told by his mother that he had inherited his father’s insane height. And insane was the right word to describe it. Jaggedpaw could often be mistaken for a young warrior, if it weren’t for the lack of muscle he still had. The tomcat was awaiting his growspurt, he had noticed a lot of cats had one, usually right before they became a warrior.

Flower princess? Only one tom would call her that. Caliapaw’s expression lightened a little as she turned around, golden eyes now sparkling with mischief. ”Hey there, troublemaker. I’ve been better, but… you know, doing alright.” She sighed, turning around so that she was facing Jaggedpaw. The tom might get in trouble, but he was still her friend - and she still liked spending time with him. It was funny, since most of the time she wouldn’t really care to hang out with a troublemaker like the tom, but recently, she had been spending time with a lot of cats she hadn’t seen herself hanging out with. Jaggedpaw was one of her oldest and closest friends, after all, and despite their different personalities, they got along better than most cats did.

”Also, beautiful flower princess? Really, Jag? Is that the type of line you’re using on she cats these days?” Caliapaw knew that her friend’s inevitable heartbreak was coming. Anyone who flirted as hard as he did, who had as much to lose as he did, was going to crash hard. She already knew that. The only thing she could do at this point was to hope that he eventually learned his lesson, and trust that he was going to be smart enough to back off if it started getting to be too much for him. Caliapaw curled her tail around her paws, glancing around the clearing. She was still a little nervous to take too much time off, but since things were pretty slow this morning… she was willing to risk that. She was beginning to settle into her role, and everyday processes were becoming easier and easier for her as she practiced them more. It was nice, feeling like she was needed somewhere - nice, and stressful.

There were times that she honestly wasn’t sure whether or not she could focus completely on some things. ”Hey, how’ve you been? Training with Passionstar, I heard… pretty cool stuff, right? You were still a little guy when I started training. Big move up, bud.” Jaggedpaw was younger than her by… what felt like quite a bit, actually. The age difference didn’t seem as extreme now, but it’d certainly been much more in the beginning. Caliapaw was about 13 moons old now, so he’d still been a little kit when she became an apprentice. It was a wonder they’d ever even met, to be honest. Even when she’d become the medicine cat apprentice, he’d been a kit. He’d just started training a couple of moons ago, and Caliapaw had had to hear about it from a few of the gossips around the Clan.

She felt bad that she hadn’t been spending as much time with her friend, but in her defense… she’d been busy. Hopefully now that tensions were dying down, things wouldn’t be as intense, and she could get to work on some much-needed bonding time with her old friend.

[Kattail]

The gray and white tom stocked the perimeter he decided to creep closer listening his curiosity got the best of him he crouched down slowly making his way closer to the smell of cats his ears whipped back and forth listening to make sure he wasn't found he knew he was out numbered but he grew curious over time about the other cats that lived in the woods

[appariitiion]

@Random Melody;

Thrushpaw had just woken up from a little nap, heading outside of the apprentice's den and to the corner. A yawn escaped his mouth-- he was still really tired, but he couldn't go back to sleep. Instead he sat down in a corner of the clearing, avoiding any social contact with anyone.

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by ItsATryp

@Random Melody;

Thrushpaw had just woken up from a little nap, heading outside of the apprentice's den and to the corner. A yawn escaped his mouth-- he was still really tired, but he couldn't go back to sleep. Instead he sat down in a corner of the clearing, avoiding any social contact with anyone.

Ambersky was currently stretched out on her side, batting a leaf around in front of her. Her amber eyes were sparkling slightly, a cheerful grin on her face as she continued to kick the leaf across the ground, blowing on it to move it away from her a bit before bringing it back toward her with a paw. However, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, distracting her from the childish game, and turned her head to look, curious. Her amber eyes followed a young tom heading out of the apprentices den, and her ears perked slightly when she saw him head for the corner. She did hesitate for a second, but eventually abandoned the leaf to trot over to Thrushpaw, waving her tail in greeting. "Hiya!"