ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[Sweetie]

Faithpaw could barely hobble to the Thunderclan leader's den with the weird feeling of her paws not being able to register the touch of the forest floor. With the lack of medicine cats the apprentice was told to stay in one place and heal, the apprentice felt that she laid around long enough and wanted to do something for a change. Stopping at the leader's den the cream tabby gathered her courage and with a small, squeaky voice the molly spoke, "Mr. Buckstar? May I speak with you?"

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Owlwatcher padded to his clan camp with defeat booming in his heart. He just gained the love of his life and lost her just as quickly. The brown maine-coon lost track of the days and nights he scavenged the territory searching for his precious Mumblefoot. Coming empty-paw broked the tom's heart as he walked to Buckstar's den.

@Slushie

[~Berry~]

Berrykit sat down alone.
His dad BuckStar was probably busy.
Or playing with his siblings that he did not know.
Berrykit layed down and watched his clan mates. @Slushie

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Romulus

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."

Larkblaze's eyes widened slightly as he was snapped at. Now that.... that was intriguing. Something definitely worth probing. But he had to go about it a certain way.
The large tom soon apologized for his rudeness a few moments after, and Lakrblaze's surprised facial expression relaxed. But this was still.... a bit odd... Did Softbear have some sort of temperamental issues? Flashes of anger? Now that would be an exciting condition to study.

Larkblaze allowed his gaze to drift down to Softbear's legs as the tom explained what the source of his "pain" was. "Ah, I see." Was all the tom said in response, tail flicking as he tried to decipher what to say next. "Have you gotten any herbs from Lionwhisker to help?" The medicine cat was missing in action right now but... Softbear could've gone and gotten something before the medicine cat had decided to mysteriously disappear.

[Whitewillow]

Nightshade padded out of the warriors den. The ftm cat sat down under a tree and looked around. The tom was bored and wanted to go out of camp to hunt or explore the territory.

[nocturnal]

// @chaton

The apprentice relaxed a bit at Sweetdream's words, even though he wasn't looking at her. He thanked the guardians that he was able to recall the molly's name. It would make the next hour a bit more bearable, since it seemed that the other feline wasn't keen on leaving anytime soon. Not that Lionpaw had much to say about that - this was her den, not his, after all. Besides, perhaps he could use the company.

While he could sense the brown warrior approaching, still flinched slightly when Sweetdream tapped him. The abyssinian mix chided himself in his mind. He had never minded contact before, so where in the forest had that reaction come from? Guardians. Or stars, whatever cats said these days. He wasn't Frosty. How was he supposed to function as a normal feline like this? Freedom. He needed it. This being cooped up thing was not working for him. And thinking of Frosty, the shadowcat hadn't even arrived at the Gathering! Nor did the rest of his clan. It was grating on the golden tom's nerves, something that he could not deal with at the moment. Not when life was already throwing problem after frustrating problem at him, without any time to relax in between.

Den work could wait? Right, it could. Wait, no, it couldn't! Whiteclaw would kill him if he saw Lionpaw slacking off - not literally, of course. At least, he hoped not. Murderous mentors would not be fun to deal with, not in the slightest.

Although... the thought of a proper conversation for once was begging him to take the chance. He could... work while they spoke, right? Or would that distract him? He couldn't ask Sweetdream to help; this was his self-assigned punishment. For what? He didn't know. For existing, maybe.

"I..." the apprentice took one last glance his workload before deciding that he could do it later, even if he might get in trouble for it. Lionpaw wanted to direct all his attention to Sweetdream, not just parts of it. "Yeah, I'm good," he meowed to the warrior. Wait a second. "Ah, I mean... Yes, I would fancy some conservation," he corrected. The blank tone of his voice almost made Lionpaw bury his head into his paws. A moon ago he had been so chirpy... what had happened to that?

[duCky]

Berrydust was walking over to a shady tree in the sunny clearing, she noticed a she-cat sitting nearby, and decided to go over there instead. After her last gathering. She definitely wanted more friends to talk to. It was pretty awkward being at the gathering by yourself.

@Bread

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

[ @Slushie ]

The apprentice dipped his head respectfully, greeting Buckstar. The tom looked down at his paws at the tom's last question. "I was exploring the forest ... I-I got lost" he answered. There was a long pause before he spoke again. "S..Sorry"

[~dust~]

[FONT="Courier New"]She purred and snuggles up against her kits.
They where perfect.
She sighed and said

Whiteclaw come here! Look at our kits.

She flicks her ear towards him.
(Remeber she’s not giving them away Hollyfeather is just taking care of them)) @.:The Nightmare King:.
@STARSpirt2009 @Mando

[Arie]

-- @Boo Bread --

Swallowkit was annoyed. For some reason she needed a STORY. Why did Buckstar demand she needed a story. Why did she need a story. Oh well... she wanted to become an apprentice and so she needed a story. And not just a simple story. An elder story apparently. Soooo, it was time go find an elder to tell her a story. Maybe a short story. 'Swallowkit lived then died,' bam done. not like she was planning on dying but that was a story wasn't it? OH SHE COULD GET A STORY ABOUT FIRE YES! letting out a loud squeak the kit looked around and spotted the poor victim. "OAK! TELL ME STORY!" as she nearly crashed into him with her broken leg and all. "I need a story to become an apprentice can you tell me one pretty please? Just a short one... i dont want this to be long. I want to become an apprentice FAST"

[Arie]

-- @Mumble --

This was normal. Or so at least Chicorybee hoped as she stared with her no eyed face at her stomach. It had kicked. Something in there had kicked and she knew what it was and why but sometimes despite knowing it you may not want to acknowledge it. That was how the grey tabby molly was feeling at this very moment, unsure on the entire thing where she was usually quite sure about everything. She would though, have to explain her condition to a certain someone but... that was normal was it not. At least it wouldn't be the father to these children, one secret she would keep with her to the grave. But it still first hit her there, she was carrying kits. Small childrens. In one way it would be saddening she would never be able to see them but... she'd never seen kits in her entire life and at least she didn't think she'd missed out on anything. She could smell them finely enough. But now... to inform someone. Rising from her seated spot she picked out Glidingfeather's scent and slowly snaked her way over to the deputy, pausing every now and then for the pain in her spine that she was used to at this point. Not because of her kits, that were just... barely there yet, but because of her chronic pain she'd grown up with. "Sweetie, can I borrow you for a moment?" the no-eyed cat called out.