Foxpaw smiled at Brindlepaw as he walked over. Perfect. Anyone else? Foxpaw wanted a warrior to join, someone to help her with hunting and team stalking. Foxpaw didn't particularly care about being in a group, but that was part of living in a clan, so she had to deal with it. "Thanks, Brindlepaw," she meowed thankfully. Even if no one else joined, now she wouldn't look like a complete idiot.
While talking to Brindlepaw, she spotted Whitewolf stalking over. YWhitewolf, senior warrior. Her mind instantly evaluated everything she knew, which wasn't much. Not afraid to speak her mind. Foxpaws grin flared up again. A senior warrior was the best possible option for a hunting partner. They were absolutely loyal and could obviously teach her anything she wanted to know. Brilliant. And then she started speaking.
What was wrong about the way she talked? Everyone was just sitting around and doing nothing. Oh. That made more sense. Foxpaw listened more closely as the older warrior continued. That was true. Foxpaw wouldn't admit that her outburst had to do with wanting to train more. Sure, she didn't have to go with a warrior, but what if they encountered Riverclan? Or they couldn't catch anything? None of this would happen if I was the medicine cat apprentice.
Just standing around. Her yellow gaze grew angry with the insult. She hunted a lot, but with Mistyshade off on her own so often, Foxpaw hadn't done much of anything else. Calm down, Foxpaw. You can't be rude to a senior warrior. She bowed her head out of embarrassment.
The next sentence was a shock. Gather herbs? Her gaze shot off the ground and onto Whitewolfs face. Marigold- stops infections. She couldn't help but be proud of herself for knowing, yet one thing still didn't fit. "Whitewolf, Sunhowl is the medicine cat. Shouldn't he collecting herbs?" But free training? I'm in. " I'm ready when you are. " Turning back to Brindlepaw, Foxpaw stared him down, "Are you coming with us?"
The dusty cat hadn’t at all expected Shadowkit’s little tumble into her side, that action alone a pleasant surprise regardless of how quickly the kit pulled himself away once more. In spite of his clear intention to seem disinterested, the sudden shift in expression was enough for her to tell she had gotten his attention. Stifling a chuckle, the queen shifted her paws underneath her, trying to gently maneuver herself into a less rigid position, and opened her mouth to begin upon the story-
Then, it seemed, the young tom had a different idea. Once a moment of confusion passed, Cedarsong feeling a momentary pang of worry that the kit had changed his mind entirely, a rumbling hum of agreement could be heard as the petite cat gave her chest a quick lick and stood up. Watching with unstifled amusement as Shadowkit trotted into the warm den, in the grumpiest way that the she-cat had ever seen, the molly began to pad inside herself. Even now, she wasn’t over how funny that had been; the moment she had resigned herself, settling down in the clearing, the dark kit chose to properly lie down himself? Adorable, truly, enough for her to purr the whole way in.
Eyes adjusting to the den, Cedarsong had to think for a moment. While, yes, with Mushroomkit she had been able to stay in her own nest with him in his, but Shadowkit’s was a ways off from her own; as close as the queens all were, it felt like crossing an unspoken line to curl up in someone else’s adjacent bedding to stay near him. Following the tom’s path, the she-cat toed carefully around the other nests and swept her tail over her paws in the gap between his and another queen’s empty bedding. Close enough, without - hopefully, at least- being too close to the kit for his comfort. “Let me know when you’re ready, hon.” The molly purred, sliding down into a much more relaxed loaf with the springier ground of the nursery beneath her paws.
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Sunclaw looked dully at the sky. It had been a tad nice to look around his surroundings and take in everything that he seemed to forget in his own thoughts of plain misery and neglect for what he barely thought about. Was it encouragement from those he knew and cared about? It did make him more stable, with the knowledge that there was at least someone who he would do anything for. To an extent.
That is when he noticed the gray pelt of his friend Grayheart. “Good day Grayheart.” They called over. “If you are not doing anything, maybe it would be nice to talk.”
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Re: ThunderClan Clearing
Sandyfoot paced back and forth through the clearing, waiting for something exiting to happen or someone to come over. Something had to happen soon! "Great Starclan, why can't anything fun happen." She murmured. Maybe she could play with the kits. That would be fun. Or maybe the apprentices.
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Foxpaw smiled at Brindlepaw as he walked over. Perfect. Anyone else? Foxpaw wanted a warrior to join, someone to help her with hunting and team stalking. Foxpaw didn't particularly care about being in a group, but that was part of living in a clan, so she had to deal with it. "Thanks, Brindlepaw," she meowed thankfully. Even if no one else joined, now she wouldn't look like a complete idiot.
While talking to Brindlepaw, she spotted Whitewolf stalking over. YWhitewolf, senior warrior. Her mind instantly evaluated everything she knew, which wasn't much. Not afraid to speak her mind. Foxpaws grin flared up again. A senior warrior was the best possible option for a hunting partner. They were absolutely loyal and could obviously teach her anything she wanted to know. Brilliant. And then she started speaking.
What was wrong about the way she talked? Everyone was just sitting around and doing nothing. Oh. That made more sense. Foxpaw listened more closely as the older warrior continued. That was true. Foxpaw wouldn't admit that her outburst had to do with wanting to train more. Sure, she didn't have to go with a warrior, but what if they encountered Riverclan? Or they couldn't catch anything? None of this would happen if I was the medicine cat apprentice.
Just standing around. Her yellow gaze grew angry with the insult. She hunted a lot, but with Mistyshade off on her own so often, Foxpaw hadn't done much of anything else. Calm down, Foxpaw. You can't be rude to a senior warrior. She bowed her head out of embarrassment.
The next sentence was a shock. Gather herbs? Her gaze shot off the ground and onto Whitewolfs face. Marigold- stops infections. She couldn't help but be proud of herself for knowing, yet one thing still didn't fit. "Whitewolf, Sunhowl is the medicine cat. Shouldn't he collecting herbs?" But free training? I'm in. " I'm ready when you are. " Turning back to Brindlepaw, Foxpaw stared him down, "Are you coming with us?"
For Pheasantflight (Foxpaw) For @Tuftleap (Brindlepaw)
The way Foxpaw looked at her seemed to Whitewolf like a holding of the tongue--she seemed like she was willing to say a lot more but was stuck asking about Sunhowl instead. Whitewolf hadn't seen Sunhowl in a while and frankly that concerned her, not solely on account of him being ThunderClan's Medicine Cat, but because he was her friend as well.
"Sunhowl has assigned multiple herb patrols in the past two moons and the rest of ThunderClan has hardly returned with anything," said Whitewolf. As usual, she wasn't going to tell Foxpaw anything that wasn't the truth. The Apprentice would do well to remember that Medicine Cats were absurdly busy and if they had to collect every, single missing herb on their own it would be a waking nightmare. The Medicine Cats had enough to deal with enough already and treating the sick and injured certainly seemed like a more reasonable immediate priority than stocking every crevice of the den.
"You know," she added. "I'm not entitled to your respect just because I'm old."
Sometimes, Whitewolf found herself using seniority to her advantage but that was only when someone was acting particularly unreasonable or vexing her to a very specific, indomitable point. This was not one of those times and Whitewolf would much rather teach Foxpaw to choose the correct role models on account of their merit and loyalty than let her feel she was forced to prostrate to some aging fart.
"Let's go, then."
(Alright, if you guys are okay with it we can move this to ThunderClan Territory now!)
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After her resurrection from the Dark Forest, Whitewolf has not been the same. This once loyal and honorable senior Warrior is now back with a vendetta--be aware that any new interactions with her will likely reflect a hostile and/or dangerous mentality.
Please note that Tigerpaw's racist, homophobic, transphobic, and ableist opinions do not reflect my own. Be aware her views are very bigoted before requesting roleplay with her.
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Turtlekit took the moss ball an clutched it in her paws, tempted to run away. "H... hi", Turtlekit said, her voice coming out almost like a whisper. "Y... Yeah, mossball is f... fun."
(Trying to draw the line between shy and being terrified of talking to people. Lmk if u have any suggestions.)
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Turtlekit seemed a bit more than anxious to speak with Sunkit--it was almost like she was genuinely afraid of this playdate. Perhaps it was that a conversation with others felt too much like confrontation to Turtlekit, but who was Whitewolf to assume anything? Turtlekit bonded just fine with her and she was old; there had to be something more going on here.
"How about I join in?" Whitewolf suggested, although she might've made one of the worst mossball players in ThunderClan history since she couldn't play sitting on account of her missing leg. So she stood--her head brushing up against the nursery ceiling and forcing her ears awkwardly back--to extend her paw in a gesture for Turtlekit to pass it to her.
Maybe if someone Turtlekit was used to an unafraid of joined in, it would make it easier for the anxious kit to let loose and have fun like many of the others her age. After all, kithood wasn't supposed to be stressful. It was a gift--a time before Clan cats had their Warrior or Medicine Cat training to worry about--a period of learning and smiling and skipping in the rain.
But Whitewolf knew many of ThunderClan's recent kits had been deprived of their youth. They'd had to deal with fear, loss, trauma, grief, anger, and the pain that came with acceptance of a missing beginning replaced by a bitter, unruly end.
She didn't want that for Turtlekit or any of the others--no--it was her duty as a ThunderClan Warrior to safeguard such sacred innocence into a new dawn.
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After her resurrection from the Dark Forest, Whitewolf has not been the same. This once loyal and honorable senior Warrior is now back with a vendetta--be aware that any new interactions with her will likely reflect a hostile and/or dangerous mentality.
Please note that Tigerpaw's racist, homophobic, transphobic, and ableist opinions do not reflect my own. Be aware her views are very bigoted before requesting roleplay with her.
Sunkit waved her tail in the air excitedly. She was playing mossball! It was fun!
"Come on Turtlekit! Pass it to me and I'll pass it to Whitewolf!" she meowed excitedly, and bent down for when Turtlekit would pass it to her. She didn't take any notice of Turtlekit's obvious worry: she was completely oblivious to it.
Sunclaw looked dully at the sky. It had been a tad nice to look around his surroundings and take in everything that he seemed to forget in his own thoughts of plain misery and neglect for what he barely thought about. Was it encouragement from those he knew and cared about? It did make him more stable, with the knowledge that there was at least someone who he would do anything for. To an extent.
That is when he noticed the gray pelt of his friend Grayheart. “Good day Grayheart.” They called over. “If you are not doing anything, maybe it would be nice to talk.”
Grayheart looked up. He had been taking a walk and was returning when Sunclaw had called to him. He padded up to the tom and dipped his head in greeting. "What do you want, Sunclaw?" He flicked his tail back and stared Sunclaw straight in his eye. "Why do we need to talk?"
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"Im not lost, I just have no one to play with." Bramblekit mewed with a sigh
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Larkstorm frowned. That was just so sad. And just so not right. Bramblekit sounded so sad, it was kind of unbearable. "Well, don't you have siblings?" Larkstorm asked. She wasn't a hundred percent sure, but she was pretty sure Bramblekit did. She had seen some that looked kind of like her playing before. "Don't they want to play with you?"
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