ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[MEAT ANGELS]

Frostkit tilted her head. "A secret group? That sounds fun!"
@Dirtfur

[Dirtfur]

Originally Posted by TeamRiverRipple

Frostkit tilted her head. "A secret group? That sounds fun!"
@Dirtfur

"Shh," he lifted his bushy tail and shoved it on the she-kit's mouth. After a few moments of silence, Shadepaw took his tail off the kit's mouth. Waving his head around, he flag his tail upwards signaling for Frostkit to follow him into the outside world of the camp.

[MEAT ANGELS]

Frostkit nodded, curling her tail around her legs. Maybe this is a bad idea...

As Fade stood outside the leaders den, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. That cat who threatened me earlier... leading a kit? Hm. Strange. Fade crouched along the ledge, creeping around it. Maybe I should follow them. Maybe. She leaped across to the edge of the camp, carefully walking outside the apprentices line of sight. I have to follow them.
@Dirtfur

[Starfall]

As they entered the Elders den the Golden tabby really began to feel the adrenaline wearing off. His legs were shakey, sides were sore and throat was dry. He turned his head, Coyotesnarl was already talking to Flintstar and a new molly he hadn't seen before. It was just talking, he wasn't needed, he could sit. Before he could even rethink sitting down his legs gave out beneath him, plopping heavily on one of the nests Honeypaw simply sat there. His legs were still shaking, green hues became glossed over. Once he took a few seconds to regain a regular breathing pattern the Golden tabby looked around.

They were all okay. It was all okay no dogs after them right now. Once it dawned on him his nose began to tingle and the corners of his eyes began to sting. He looked over at Warblerpaw, and Coyotesnarl, a kit, Midnightstalker, they were all here. He had no clue where Oddear went...but he was here. They were all okay. The stinging in his eyes and nose grew as tears began to well up, hiccups bubbled from the tom's throat as he sunk lower into his nest. Still sitting upright however. Tears were freely rolling down his cheeks now. He was so scared, so so so scared he'd never seen dog's so big before in his life. He watched his clanmate die. Everyone around him was covered in blood. It was scary. Honeypaw began to bawl, bringing a paw up to rub at his cheek as he let out squeaks and hiccups.

[Delta Reliant]

In the soft, dying light of the evening, Bramblestep lumbered out of the warrior's dens, paws leaving a light trail behind him, as he neither had the effort nor the desire to walk as if he had a stick up his spine, as he usually did during the days. Honestly, he just needed a breath of fresh air, as he usually did. He could worry about the size of his paws later.

It didn't help that his pelt was practically a dustpan, with its effectiveness at becoming as green as the moss in his bed, or as brown as the dirt outside (as in, lighter than the blacks and browns of his tabby-pattern that usually acompanied it,) if he sneezed the wrong way while he slept.

It was habit, and not a very restful one, to occasionally poke his head out before he passed out, just to give his body a hearty shake, and his lungs a clear breath or twenty. After all, he didn't want to be a part of... the fluff incident again, anytime soon.

The amount of dirt he remembered, and the flying fur of spring... it still gave him nightmares. It was likely 99% of the reason why he endured any weather in the spring to breathe as clearly as he could before going to sleep.

He just had to survive until summer. And then he could stay in bed and complain when the sunlight assaulted his eyes, and roll over properly. Instead of running out in a slight panic, trying to avoid the slight sensation of 'I need to sneeze' in the spring mornings. He just had to survive until he stopped shedding.
A monumental task, for sure.

Either way, this was all just a roundabout way of saying 'he went for a walk around camp for some fresh air.'

And as large as he was- and with the light 'stamps' his paws made when they weren't dragging, it almost looked like he was patrolling it. Even if he had a preference to look like he was going for a walk.
Intimidation may be inherent, but not desired for him.

(Open, and probably way too much, but idc, I needed to intro my big fluff, at least. Can't exactly grasp his personality... but eh, you win some and you lose some.)

[MEAT ANGELS]

Originally Posted by Dirtfur

@TeamRiverRipple

The apprentice pushed through the thorny tunnels and into the Thundercamp. When he find that pesky kit, he will talk to her, and hopefully things will go the right way for him. He searched the clearing for Frostkit.

(lol FRostkit is still running through the forest)

[lone]

Originally Posted by Ombre Party

Sweetkit bounced with excitement. Finally! A new friend! Sweetkit cheered in her head enthusiastically. “Yay.” She smiles at the other she-kit. “I’m Sweetkit, nice to meet you!” Even though Sweet didn’t ask for a name, she knew it would be weird if the other kit didn’t give her one. She blinked expectantly at her a couple times and them rushed on.
“What do you think we should do?” Sweetkit asked her in a hurry. “We could find some moss and play catch, we could try and find some apprentices to bother...” Sweetkit’s eyes suddenly twinkled hopefully. “Are you positive you don’t have any ideas?”

well, if nothing else, starlingkit could safely say that the she-cat's enthusiasm was endearing. it could've bordered on annoying, but starlingkit liked to see the best in other cats, and she was doing her best right now to make sure that she didn't think ill of sweetkit. "...starlingkit," she mewed after a few moments. they were both in the nursery - she knew who sweetkit was, or at least, sort of knew.

"pretty sure pestering the apprentices is gonna lead to some awkward conversations in a few moons," she mewed. she didn't really want her future denmates to think of her as the annoying kit who'd bothered them. besides, there had to be something more exciting to do.

"hey, i'm always up for a game of catch." not exactly the most exciting thing in the world, but at least it was something other than sitting here.

[MEAT ANGELS]

Frostkit sat at the edge of the clearing, watching Duskpaw curiously. Hm, maybe I should ask her about Shadepaw... @Wings

[MEAT ANGELS]

Fade padded into the darkly lit clearing, feeling nervous. Why had Shadepaw called her there? "Hello? Shadepaw?"
@Dirtfur

[Socks]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

starlingkit's eyes narrowed in frustration at the mention of this being his spot. she'd been here first! if he wanted it back, he could wait for her to get up. "tough luck," she muttered, with narrowed eyes of her own. seriously, he couldn't just march in here and demand that she give him his spot back! then again, her gaze softened a little as she glanced at the tom.

"look, you want it back, you can ask nicely for it. if you can't do that, you probably don't deserve it." manners were one of the simplest things to master, and in starlingkit's opinion, any cat who couldn't manage to have good manners definitely didn't deserve anything, least of all from her. oh no, there was no way she was giving this spot up.

well... not yet, anyway.

Ravenkit groaned, now he only wanted the spot even more and there was no way he was gonna ask for it nicely just because she told him to. He sat down with a soft thud, his tail flicked with his disdain for the situation. Words were not his strong suit, you could say, he hated using them expect to complain. So, even though manners were not foreign to him, he sure wasn't going to use them with this she-kit.

"If you don't move I'll just have to lay on top of you." He shifted back onto his haunches, his front paws in the air with the intention of making the other kit scramble away before he fell forward. Keeping his balance like this proved difficult, he wondered how two-legs could do it, but he wasn't going to actually fall on this kit. He was too tired to deal with it if she complained he'd hurt her. "Better move."