ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

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Originally Posted by SorrelClaw

Berrykit sat down to watch her bat the butterfly. @Drago0n

Blackkit caught the butterfly in her mouth and spat it out triumphantly at Berrykit's paws

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Originally Posted by Drago0n

Strikekit was lying in the sun @Lynxpaw

The apprentice's blue gaze looked around the clearing. Maybe there would be someone he could do something with? Leopardpaw spotted a kit and headed over, curious. The white bengal sat down next to them, starting to speak. "Hello!"

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Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

The apprentice's blue gaze looked around the clearing. Maybe there would be someone he could do something with? Leopardpaw spotted a kit and headed over, curious. The white bengal sat down next to them, starting to speak. "Hello!"

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"Hello!" Strikekit said cheerfully, sitting up.

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Drago0n

"Hello!" Strikekit said cheerfully, sitting up.

The tom smiled at the kit. Maybe they could play a game of some sorts ...

[Bread]

Oakcreek nodded at Butterflytiger and Flowerkit. "So, ShadowClan came along just like that nice warrior had said. And when they came attakin,' we were ready for 'em. Course I didn't fight, cause I was already an elder, but I got an amazing front row seat! And lemme tell you, some of them warriors were ruthless!" The elder said in an exciting voice, as he signaled at the other elder that it was her turn.

@Zesty Mango @TheNyanCatMinecart

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Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

The tom smiled at the kit. Maybe they could play a game of some sorts ...

"What are you doing?"

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Drago0n

"What are you doing?"

"Not much" Leopardpaw told the kit.

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[nocturnal]

// @Quailsong

The golden tom peered at Dustsong. She was a strange cat, but in a good way. It suddenly came to him that he had never met a normal cat in the thunder other than Buckstar, but that didn't really count because he was the leader of it all. Lionpaw had nothing against all the unusuallality. He just found it unusual. But that was normal, wasn't it?

Deciding not to dwell on it too much, Lionpaw shifted his train of thought to his status within the clan. He wasn't on best terms with the leader, so he could expect for his promotion to be delayed a bit. Not that he minded; the tom still felt too inexperienced to be a warrior, regardless of his age.

His mentor? "Whiteclaw," the abyssinian mix responded, thinking back to that irritating, grey tomcat. The older feline thought that his jokes were funny, they they took things way too far. Never tease a stranger, Lionpaw had been told before. His mentor had ignored that rule.

Names had power, especially in the clan. Since they'd spoken about him, it was time to return to offer. "So, where did you get your name?" the apprentice asked. Hopefully there would be a semi-decent answer awaiting him.

[JackHunt_17]

Ravenwing wasn't grumpy about his encounter with Flarespots son, only sad and lonely now. He sat down under a rock, and watched as cats passed by him
@Whitewillow

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Originally Posted by RedHead

Larkblaze's ears flicked upwards at the sudden barrage of terrible word production. He almost winced outwardly, but restrained himself. Showcasing his grave dislike right up front would not lead to a pleasant conversation. It would most likely ruin his fun, and he did not want that, not yet.
He would deal with the terrible word production if the cat proved interesting to talk to. If not, he would ever so politely excuse himself and go sterilize his brain of the disgusting way this cat was speaking.

As Larkblaze was shoved to the side, he gave a small disgruntled huff, tempted to try to push the cat back, but that wasn't his way. Physical playfulness had never been.... ideal. Touching and stuff like that...? Ew. "You make a good point." He agreed. To not have your fur burning was quite and accomplishment, especially with the fires as of late. Though at Softbear's quieter complaint, Larkblaze tilted his head, having only gotten possibly one-third, due to both the bad speech and the quiet volume. All he really heard was "betta pain."
Hmmmm.... Was this cat looking for some sort of pain? Was he a daredevil of some sort? That would be intriguing if he was, daredevils often had the most interesting stories to tell. "What about pain?" Larkblaze finally asked, trying to sound open and intrigued to any possibly stories he might receive that he could relay and use for his own conversational purposes later on.

The way this tom held himself amused Softbear too no end. Tightly held together, like a closet stuffed full and ready to burst at any moment. Maybe Softbear could make him pop....

But the thought was disregarded as a heat flushed his thick fur covered body. No, not pain! His loner days made him almost fearful of his pain, hiding and muffling it. It was ever a wonder he had even gotten the nerves to go to Lionwhisker regarding his hearing... "Ah never mentioned pain," Softbear snapped, a lil harsher than needed.

The large toms ears were quick to drop back, shameful of himself before ethe other could even react to his brutish mannerism. "Ah sorry for snappin' at yah. Just, my legs..." was this wise? To disclose his weakness? They were clanmates, he had to be able to trust them. "Th-they get a lil stiff in the morning. Everything tends to be a little.... tender."