ThunderClan Territory

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by Clock Dragonshifter

Silentclover laughed quietly. "we did come to hunt so guess it would." she mewed as she continued her way towards camp.


(try asking raven what to do)

(Oooh, true~)

Crowpaw purrs, as he picks up the mouse and walks into the camp.

[Clock Dragonshifter]

Originally Posted by Phantomtamer

(Oooh, true~)

Crowpaw purrs, as he picks up the mouse and walks into the camp.

Silentclover follows Crowpaw back into camp.

(in class replies may be a bit slow)

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by Clock Dragonshifter

Silentclover follows Crowpaw back into camp.

(in class replies may be a bit slow)

(Same)
@poppy.

Crowpaw walks into camp, then finds Aspenstar. "We found a den of coyotes. One chased us." The black tom says softly. "Could we take a patrol of warriors and chase them off or leave them?" He asks, his head tilted.

[Clock Dragonshifter]

Originally Posted by Phantomtamer

(Same)
@poppy.

Crowpaw walks into camp, then finds Aspenstar. "We found a den of coyotes. One chased us." The black tom says softly. "Could we take a patrol of warriors and chase them off or leave them?" He asks, his head tilted.

Silentclover looked at Aspenstar as she stood quietly letting Crowpaw do the speaking.

(Hshshsja WE HAVE SEMESTER TESTS IN 3 DAYS AND I JUST FOUND OUT SCREEE so if I die you know why qwq)

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by Clock Dragonshifter

Silentclover looked at Aspenstar as she stood quietly letting Crowpaw do the speaking.

(Hshshsja WE HAVE SEMESTER TESTS IN 3 DAYS AND I JUST FOUND OUT SCREEE so if I die you know why qwq)

(I did mine today~ I guess we wait for Aspenstar to reply, yeah?)

[Clock Dragonshifter]

Originally Posted by Phantomtamer

(I did mine today~ I guess we wait for Aspenstar to reply, yeah?)

(Luckyyyy. Guess so XD)

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by Clock Dragonshifter

(Luckyyyy. Guess so XD)

(lol not really. Two hours? )

[taillow]

Cindersky
The gray spotted warrior was trying her best to discard the scattered memories of the previous meeting, blue gaze flickering around at the tall trees that dotted ThunderClan territory. Steady as frozen rivers, branches only quivering slightly as the leaf-bare breeze passed around them, Cindersky found herself envying them. Remaining resolute against an inevitable future, the loss of leaves and foliage. Shedding only the weakest parts of themselves while getting stronger and sturdier with each passing season. She wished she were more like that. Experience came with each moon, but the she-cat knew she lacked greatly in the sturdy department.

Perhaps it was her soft-spoken nature and pursuit to not anger any cat. Those like Nectarflame and Scorchfrost, they gave tongue lashings to all cats who deserved them, while Cindersky sat and offered encouragement and advice. The senior warrior was not naive enough to believe her words could really change anything, at least not on a drastic scale. After all they had been spoken over at the meeting and disregarded as background noise added to the cacophony that assaulted Aspenstar. On the other paw though, they had also served as a stepping stool that Softpaw had used to voice her own opinion.

It was a lot to think about, to question, which is why Cindersky had come into the territory. An attempt to clear her mind and dig through what had been said. The path to fix ThunderClan was murky, as there was not one right path, and it would take more than just Aspenstar and Dogbark to do it. Suddenly wishing she had asked for another Clanmate to accompany her, Cindersky turned to look over her shoulder towards the camp entrance that she was still near, mist dotting her blue gaze.

@Naiad

[beau]

Sundust shuddered as another chill breeze nipped at his thick coat, successfully encouraging him off his haunches and on to his frozen paws. Good Starclan, it was freezing. It wasn't even leafbare yet, though the tom knew the harsh frost of the dreaded fourth season would set in soon, and he was not looking forward to it. All bad things came in fours, and the oncoming snow continuously proved his theory each year. Prey hid away, cats grew ill, kits went hungry... there was nothing good about leafbare.

He stretched out, wincing as his paws ached in the cold. He ought to head out, get his blood flowing. There was no medicine cat to care for cracked paws for the time being, and he certainly wouldn't want to try caring for them on his own. Pale amber eyes scanned the camp anxiously for a heartbeat - how many of his clanmates were suffering injuries silently? While there were some who would make a fuss over a thorn in their pad, he knew many in the clan would rather die of infection than speak out, even if there was a medicine cat. The tabby inhaled a deep breath, the cold air stinging his nose. He could not get anxious over things he couldn't control, it did no good; they would just have to wait for Starclan to send a sign.

With a flick of his fluffy tail, the young warrior trotted out into the territory, figuring hunting would be a good way to warm his paws, as well as distract him from his worries. It was a relief that the tree leaves still burned crimson and gold over the sky. It was comforting knowing the clans had not quite crossed over into frozen streams and spindly, dead trees. As he took in the scenery, another cat quickly caught his eyes. Cindersky, his old mentor.

"Hello, Cindersky. How are you today?" It had been a bit since he had spoken to his mentor, apart from brief interactions at clan meetings. It might be good to speak with her, what with all the drama happening in the clan. "I'm heading out to hunt... would you like to join me?" It had been far too long since he last hunted with another cat, maybe a moon or so. It would be good to brush up on his partner hunting skills, as he had gotten used to catching prey solo. Besides, he was sure his former mentor still had a few tricks she may be able to show him that he hadn't picked up on as an apprentice.

@tulle

[Starfall]

Spiderthroat
[Hunting Patrol]

He wasn't whining, he was just amazed it took them both this long to realize he'd been missing...multiple times in fact. Tail flicking behind him absentmindedly as he stalked a squirrel. It wasn't horribly big, but it wasn't terribly skinny.

Spiderthroat took a second, keeping his breathing steady as he launched himself forwards. It took no time at all to kill it, opting to bite into it's throat.

He was...now bored. He had a mouse stashed away just a few tail lengths behind. He'd squashed it. A pretty nice sized mouse and a regular sized squirrel. As much as he wanted, he could hold no more.

As he turned, holding the squirrel by the tail, he dug up the mouse. It was also hanging from his maw by the tail.