ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Arie]

-- @starshooter -- @Morgan --

Ploverspot had indeed been napping at the edge of the Thunderclan camp, the grey and white tom curled up in a ball as he enjoyed the early morning sunshine. He liked relaxing in the sun, especially the new leaf. To him it'd always signalised new beginnings and he used to do it when he was an apprentice in Shadowclan, waiting for his mentor and then falling asleep as it would usuaully taking longer for Emberspring to show. Growing nostalgic with the memories, he had not realized that Myrtlepaw had come up to him and as he heard the apprentice's nervous voice he opened and eye and then the other. "Myrtle... It's alright. You can come here, but don't worry about telling me. I would wish that you'd come to me first, but I understand your anxieties. Now come here, come here." He pulled Myrtlepaw closer into him, before he sat up and started grooming the apprentice with patient strokes. He'd hoped to go build and help with the repairs but he knew that his emotionally stressed out apprentice would require his help at this very moment. But that is when something caught his eye and he looked and saw that it was a kit. A Thunderclan kit, that did not look very old who was just wondering about. "Myrtle. I know you've not looked around long, but do you know that kit? I don't think it is reasonable for it to be out without supervision." He gave his apprentice an encouraging nod. "Can you go investigate and then possibly bring me that kit? I want know its reasoning for being without any supervision."

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by Abstract Sentience

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.)

Rootstone had been relaxing in the clearing for quite a while now, sort of just overseeing the apprentice's doing menial tasks and watching the new Windclan refugees with a harsh eye. She didn't care that most of them were queens and kits, they were from a different clan. She didn't like that. Thunderclan camp was for Thunderclan cats only.

The tip of her tail flicked in annoyance, she tried not to acknowledge the refugees because really, there was nothing she could do about it. The leader made her decision and that was it. They would just have to live with it until they were ready to leave, or maybe they would just be absorbed into the clan. She didn't like that thought either. They weren't Thunderclan born. It was just as bad as letting kittypets in.

Her gaze shifted to a large lumbering shape as they made their way around the clearing, a big warrior. Huge even. Rootstone wasn't exactly good with names so she certainly couldn't remember this toms name, but she recognized him from the warriors den.

"Having fun there big guy, making your rounds around camp?" She asked with a friendly smile as he got closer to her corner of the clearing. "Say why don't you sit down and have a chat instead of wandering? I'm tired of staring at the refugees hoping they just up and leave."

To say that Rootstone was an aggressive or assertive cat was an understatement, in her apprentice days one might have considered her a bully. But she was a good warrior at heart, she'd never betray her clan and she was pretty good at fighting. That was the one thing she excelled at during training. A heavy hitter, but not much of a planner. Her main goal was to knock out an enemy long before they could put the fancy moves on her. But I digress, she would thump her tail on the ground next to her, beckoning Bramblestep to her side.

[~dust~]

Quail kit come in I flame song says okay momma where are all the kits quailkit says confused flame song brushes her pelt with her rail I don't know my love but stay here for know ok momma

[~dust~]

I quailkit sits walks out of the nursery and sniffs the air I look around and fluff up my fur momma I'm hungry flame song says a hunting patrol should be back soon so just wait ok momma quailkit says here eyes get big as she looks around camp

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by lone

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.

Sweetkit thought about it for a second and deflated a little. “Your right. I didn’t think of that.” She mewed thoughtfully. Sweetkit perked right back up when Starlingkit said they could play catch. “Cool! I saw some moss on the way here! I’ll be right back.”
Sweetkit scampered off and returned with a small ball of moss hanging from her jaws. She wiggled her brown and white body with excitement as she tossed it to Starlingkit, hoping the other she-cat was still paying attention and hoping it didn’t hit her.

[~dust~]

I walk back in the nursery and yawn flamesong pits quailkit down in her nest and says nap time quailkit hesitates and then lays down flame song walks out of the den

[~dust~]

Hello sweet kit flamesong says have you met my kit quailkit

[~dust~]

Quailkit steps out of the nursery and looks at the kits she quickly asks can I play moss ball and without waiting for the to answer she grabs the moss and passes it to sweet kot

[Mango]

(OPEN)

Ivorykit padded out of the nursery, her adoptive father had told her she could go out and play for a little since she had been recently taken into the clan, she felt a bit nervous as she still smelled faintly of a kittypet. She didn’t get why they hated kittypets so much, but some reason Thunderclan disliked kittypets.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Morgan

(Open)

Windykit sat along his clanmates, wondering when they would be able to go home. He missed his brother Cornkit who had to go with Shadowclan for being injured, so he was all alone here. He couldn't find his mother anywhere. Did she too get injured to where she went to Shadowclan? The young Tom could hear a lot of things in the camp. Little did he know these things other cats couldn't hear. Windykit looked through the entrance at the Thunderclan cats. They were as clear as day.

Chickadeepaw was a bit scared, he normally was a goofball who took nothing serious, but this was serious, he saw a kit who looked a bit scared, he approached the kit,” Are you alright?” He asked the kit calmly