Twistedpaw looked up from what she was doing and limped over, might as well do something worthwhile. "I'll help . . . " She offered, looking up at Pinewatch. "I want to be able to do something to help, and I'd be happy to help with this."
@Willowfern
Mistyshade pricked her ears. A patrol sounded awesome! Especially because she had nothing to do and wanted to help her clan with something.
"I'll come along. WindClan doesn't sound too bad," Mistyshade meowed with a smile.
Pinewatch
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A hiss of annoyance rippled through the she-cat as only two cats showed up, "It's not like anyone has anything better to do," She said, eyes dark as she looked around the camp, "just two more cats, come on, ThunderClan!"
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Hm, she could go on a border patrol. It wasn't that hard, she'd have to give some respect to Twistedpaw and Mistyshade for actually stepping up to the occasion. ' 'I'll go along on this patrol, good work for the clan is always a good thing. ' ' sure, she'd been doing a lot for the clan with hunting, but surely one border patrol couldn't hurt! Blacksun has never heard of overworking anyway.
[I thought it'd make sense for Softkit to check out her [hopefully] soon to be den, so here we are!]
| Softkit of Thunderclan |
Alright, any day now, maybe, things were just complicated in Thunderclan so, maybe she was wrong on 'any day now' but, this gave her a headstart on learning about her future life, as an apprentice of Thunderclan! After all, you need to be prepared for what life is going to throw at you. First thing's first, her new den and who will be her den-mates for the next few moons.
The young molly looked around, it was, different than the Nursery, but also, the same in a way? It had a different layout but, it was just cat's sleeping, chatting away, and of course, moss beds. She wasn't sure if it was bigger, actually, it probably was, after all, bigger cats, bigger space.
As she looked around more, she just liked it more. A lot of the stress of being an apprentice was washing away when she saw the space, sure, it was just a boring den. But it had one advantage over the nursery, it was for the apprentices, and apprentices were training to be cool and big and strong and loyal! Which meant that it was...
' 'AWESOME!' '
Whoops, hopefully she didn't wake anyone up, that wasn't intentional on her end, it was like she just, said it without thinking. Actually, that was exactly what it was, that was weird and hopefully, wasn't annoying.
About being an Apprentice...well. Tigerpaw wasn't a fan. If it wasn't enough that she needed to join ThunderClan in general, she'd turned up right after a major battle. There were three dead cats just lying in the center of the clearing--every one a filthy mutt and one so giant she might as well have been a smaller dog instead. Having nowhere else to go was certainly Tigerpaw's chief problem, especially because she hated not only her mentor but ThunderClan as well. A group of savage mutts, it was. Brutal, lawless, uncivilized mutts.
When ThunderClan needed extra help the most, Tigerpaw elected to sleep. She was tired and frankly hadn't gotten over the trauma of needing help from these horrid, ugly mixed cats. They were torn and scarred abominations and she didn't want their help--or worse--to be of any use to them. Apparently there was supposed to be a Leader and some form of second in command around here but there was just a healer left in charge. Knowing that, Tigerpaw figured no one had the gall to discipline her for inaction.
She had finally drifted off to sleep, becoming used to the filthy mutt scent that plagued the camp (plus the additional smell of decomposition from the clearing...ew) when--
AWESOME!
The new Apprentices' head shot up and she turned to see a small kit standing at the den's entrance. Icy, blue eyes narrowed at the young mutt's presence. How dare this young mongrel wake such an elegant purebred? Did the kit not know her place as being beneath her? Her face contorting in anger, Tigerpaw stared down at Softkit.
"Such audacity--perhaps the other savages should cut out your tongue," she snapped furiously.
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And she woke someone up, fantastic. Always the best way to start off getting to know fellow apprentices but, wait, what was she saying? Other savages? Cutting off her tongue? Who was she referring too and, why did she want Softkit's tongue cut o- wait a minute.
' ' Wait, are you referring to my clan as savages?' '
She didn't know who this apprentice was, but she was not happy at all with how they were acting! Were they some kittypet or rogue or something? Surely a clanborn cat wouldn't call their own clan savages! The young cat wanted to respect others, even if they were different, but if they were insulting the clan they are in, well, she wasn't going to just take that lightly!
This was her home, and her clan, now she's encountered rude cats before, but there was a difference between this and others. First of all, they only insulted her, not her dear clan. And second, none of them ever said they wanted her tongue cut off, bleh, that just sounded gross and disgusting and, all forms of ew.
Foxpaw was tired. Even if she wanted to -which she did- she couldn't continue helping. After fighting in the battle, patrolling the border, and grieving for those who had been lost, it was to be expected. One of the older warriors had told her to get some sleep and she had obeyed. She was too tired to resist or to see who it was.
Sleep.
That was the only thought rushing through her head. The russet patch tabby padded deliberately into the apprentices' den. Keep your head down and nobody would notice her. No one would see the horror in her eyes. And best of all she wouldn't have to see the bodies. She wandered toward her nest in the back of the den and sat down, staring dully at the ground. Foxpaws nest was the furthest from the mouth and surrounded by two scentless nests, except they usually were scentless. One of them was filled with the sickly sweet smell of... a kittypet. Her gaze shot off the ground and she looked around with new energy. Where was the new cat?
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@Starfall
Cloverkit was determined to cheer up their clanmates. A lot of.. big cats were sad right now. Heck, they were sad! Not to mention angry and, and maybe a little bit scared. Cloverkit knew how much it sucked to be these emotions! Which is why they were sitting outside of the nursery, hunched over while they watched every passing cat. They had been doing this for the past hour or so, intently staring at everyone. Cloverkit was just waiting for the perfect victim.. and then they spotted him.
"YOU!" Cloverkit gasped, staring at .. oh! This was Spiderthroat, right? They were still learning everyone's names but they were becoming familiar. "YOU! YOU!" They quickly hopped to their paws, scrambling on over towards Spiderthroat. Barely just catching their self from falling over as they came to a halt in front of the warrior. "ARE YOU SAD?" Cloverkit questioned, tilting their head slightly. Duh, of course Spiderthroat was sad. This was just formalities of course.
Unforunately if Spiderthroat had wanted to respond, Cloverkit was beating him to it. "WELLL! Luckily for you, I'm going to help you. Uhm, do you have.. like any ideas on how,, I can help you? I do know how to help you of course just like, maybe you have some preferences. Who knows, anyway! Spill, spill!" They rambled on, nodding excitedly. Cloverkit wasn't.. that prepared.
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Aha, a peaceful hunting patrol, a nice break for her. ' ' Alright Pinewatch, now, where are those two?' ' She looked around, eh, maybe she should wait, patience is a virtue, and this old lady knew that, she knew ALL the virtues anyway. [she didn't]
| @Stardust~ |
Owlflame trudged into the clearing, walking with a similar lack of grace and decorum as a bear - her large form lumbering along and thick grey pelt shifting as she did. She was grateful for the cloudy weather; she hated warm weather. She found it entirely unnecessary for the earth to ever get as hot as it did sometimes, and with such a thick coat it was torturous. She'd even considered taking a dip in a small pool of water once! But no amount of heat would push this she-cat to swimming of all things. Cats didn't belong in the water, and she'd always had that opinion - even before the unkindly relations between Thunderclan and Riverclan had started. A harsh breeze struck her from her thoughts, amber eyes gazing out over the clearing before her - it was a similar site to yesterday, cats of all ages doing their bit to bring Thunderclan back to its usual strength. Owlflame had been doing her part, 2 pretty large thrushes hanging from her mouth. Owlflame wasn't the greatest hunter; her large stature and consequential lack of speed made some prey almost impossible for her to catch. But she was patient enough, and powerful; she could leap high enough that a bird attempting to flee could be nabbed from the air. With everything that had been going on, this was her most successful hunt in days! She'd be out in the territory for at least 2 hours, and her many failed attempts before the two thrushes had worn her out a great deal.
After placing the two birds down on the fresh-kill pile, she wandered off into a small patch of shade before laying down on her side and watching the clan's clearing as it bustled with movement. Some apprentices trying to do their part for the clan, all too enthusiastically for Owlflame, caught her attention - she recalled being that young and that annoying. Well, maybe not that annoying but she was most certainly a suck up. She reasoned the clan could always use enthusiastic warriors, so she let them be, eyes wandering off elsewhere. She pondered what else she could do with her day, wondering if there was more she could be doing to help but she'd been working tirelessly recently and rest was essential. For now, she would relax
- or at least pretend to, Owlflame rarely ever relaxed. But she looked the part from far enough away, so it was enough. She let out a small sigh, continuing to watch the world as it went by.
The chaos was finally over. Er, correction: the battle was finally over. The clan was still chaotic. And, besides, when you were Rosekit, the chaos was never over.
The small cinnamon tabby was curled up in the nest she and her siblings shared. Sometimes she thought about making her own, since the other two would accidentally kick her or squish her in her sleep. Plus, they were better off without her. Rosekit knew the world at large was probably better off without her. Just keep your head dies and don't do anything ever, that way you'll minimise the damage.
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