ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

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Emerging from the nursery, an apprentice-sized Slatekit blinked curious blue eyes up at the Thunderwillow. A prophecy?? What if it was to announce her arrival into ThunderClan? Excitement hammered against her chest as the gray she-cat bounded out of the nursery, eyes searching wide for one cat in particular. This had to be about her joining ThunderClan! It was important! It was a life-changing decision.

"Shadowheart!" came the call of the young molly as she weaved in and out of cats, stepping on a few tails and bumping past a few backsides before she settled at the side of the warrior. Turning her gaze upwards, side heaving with each breath, she beamed up at her. "I bet this is about me joining ThunderClan! It has to be!"

// @Nixey

[Akira]

Thistlethorn, Spidercrawl, and Elderkit wandered over. A prophecy? That was new.

[North]

~Owlflame~
The large she-cat wandered out of the warrior's den, sleep still clearly evident on her features. A prophecy? That was exciting, albeit a little nerve-racking; was the new Thunderclan leader about to be announced? I wonder who? I hope they don't have any plans to disappear on us like the last one... She sat, tail beating the ground softly as amber eyes looked up expectantly. She trusted Starclan, she had to. If they had helped Icicleripple foresee a new leader then she would trust they were a good choice. Still, it may not even be about a new leader; she shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet. What else could it be about, though?

~Blueberrypaw~
The young, overly energetic tom all but ran to the foot of the Thunderwillow; a prophecy?! This would be his first ever, how exciting! His sleek grey form pushed, almost rudely, through the ground as to get a better spot to hear. He muttered a few 'sorry's and 'excuse me's but he was all-around way too excited to even think! Blueberrypaw was still undecided about how strong his belief in Starclan was; perhaps this could have an influence?

[Nixey]

~Shadowheart~
Her ears had perked at the sound of her name being called. Shadowheart had twisted around to find the source of the voice, of course she recognized it without even seeing the grey fur. It was one belonging to a kit she had defended against during the “raid”. Watching the kit try to make her way towards Shadowheart caused a soft laugh to rumble.
Shadowheart peered at Slatekit as she was finally joined by the little one. Tilting her head softly, Shadowheart gave a soft snort “maybe, but I’m not entirely convinced that’s what it is,” leaning over, Shadowheart tapped the kit on the head “now shhh or else we both won’t hear what it’s about.”.
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[starry]

- Honeyleaf -

(Open)

The she-cat woke from her sleep, shaking out her honey-brown abyssinian pelt. A prophecy? Hopefully they would pick the new leader, ThunderClan had been without a leader for way too long. She briefly looked over to her daughter, Aspenstrike, then turned her attention to Icicleripple.

[Great Pretender]

| Sunclaw |

Wasn’t that Icicleripple’s mild voice calling over? Sunclaw put his head up and his ears prickled as he heard her say… something about a prophecy?

I swear these prophecies are arriving left and right in this Clan. That one from just before the battle and now whatever this is. The arrival of the prophecies did make sense, of course. ThunderClan was in a moment of weakness - with the lack of a leader and deputy - and StarClan must be trying to have them gain the strength of the other Clans again.

He padded over and took a seat with the other cats.

// OPEN

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As Shadowheart spoke, Slatekit began to feel her excitement dampen, slowly at first and then all at once. Her ears pushed back against her head as a tiny frown formed on her features before ripping her gaze away to stare coldly up at the Thunderwillow. She didn’t mean for the comment to sour her mood, and the tiny tap on her head only brought forth a small growl from the young molly. But she didn’t say anything else, instead waiting for the meeting to start.

// @Nixey

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Tumbling out of the nursery in a flurry of fluffed up fur and tiny claws was Marshkit. The all black she-kit had rolled out, landing with her head on the ground and her rump in the air, suspended over her head. Everything was... confusing. Upside down? We’re her Clanmates in the sky or on the ground?

Finally, the large kit rolled onto her belly, pushing herself to her paws but paying no mind to the dirty and debris that now clung to her pelt. What was the medicine cat yowling about now? Curiosity got her paws to begin working as Marshkit padded towards the gathered group, not realizing that kits shouldn’t really be at the meeting. Oh well.

Amber eyes darted around the clearing and she spotted a familiar russet pelt. Bouncing over, the young kit bopped her nose against Aspenstrike’s shoulder as she took a seat. ”Hey do you maybe wanna play moss ball later, Aspenstrike?” she asked, trying her best to keep the pleading tone out of her voice. She hadn’t seen her older sister in quite sometime, and for good measure she tacked on a smile to her face.

// @poppy.

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A flurry of black fur tumbled out of the nursery, and Aspenstrike's attention was lured away from Icicleripple. Marshkit's small nose pressed against her shoulder, and the warrior purred softly. "Hey, Marshkit." She murmured, trying not to disturb the Clan Meeting.

"Yes, we can play moss-ball after this. But only if you're quiet, okay?" She wrapped her honey-colored tail around her little sister, holding her against her side, keeping her close.

Something very exciting was happening, but Aspenstrike cared more about her sister than whoever became leader. Leaning down, she swept her tongue across the kit's small head, picking out a piece of moss that she had gotten tangled in there as she came messily out of the nursery.

Pale yellow eyes sweeping across Marshkit's body, she noted with satisfaction that the kit was well fed and healthy looking. Good. Then, Aspenstrike turned her gaze, not her body, to face Icicleripple once more, but her ears were angled more at Marshkit, to hear her sister's response.

[Nixey]

~Shadowheart~
A soft frown etched onto the mollys muzzle as she stared towards Slatekit. Shadowheart hadn’t wanted to make the kit upset, then again, maybe she should’ve treaded softer with her words. Gently, Shadowheart had made another smile form as she peered towards the Thunderwillow.
“You know, even if this isn’t about you, if it’s about our leader you’ll be becoming a apprentice soon,” pointing that out, Shadowhearts words were accompanied by a soft purr. Casting a glance around, she began to silently wonder who exactly it would be “plus..I’m sure your arrival here hasn’t gone unnoticed,” making sure to mention this, Shadowheart silently hoped that Slatekit wouldn’t stay sour for long.
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