ThunderClan Territory

[Madelaine]

-->Wildspark<--

The tom made his way out into the territory. He needed aome time to himself even after having plenty of time with his bitterness. The snow made it a bit harder to move, but he manged. He just had to go see his mother. He often did that when he was depressed whuch you would think it was a lot more. He had been occupied by other things it had been a while.

Wildspark moved further out until he was right where his mother had been buried. He sat down, wanting to break down right then and there. He had already done it earlier, so now was no different. The tom looked down and began to think about life when she was here. Everything had been so simple back then. Now that she was gone it wasn't as much. The tom broke down into a heap, but no sound came out. He just stopped moving for a moment. He wanted to be with her right now. If only he had been there.

Closing his eyes he began to remember a day he spent with her. Showing off his hunting skills he had learned that way and her complimenting him and telling him he would be the best loyal Thunderclan warrior. Then it went to the day of her death and he snapped awake. It was all that cats fault she was dead.

Thunderclan had no longer anything to do with it. He grew angry and grabbed a rock and threw it against a tree in anger. His claws unseathed and he strikes the bark to get his anger oug. Once he was done with his little tantrum he colapsed again. He felt the snow cover him and he finally gave way and sobbed, melting it around his face. He had finally gone through acceptance. She was gone and he needed to move on. Thunderclan needed him and he needed Thunderclan.

Wildspark just laid there with his face in the snow.

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[Tracker]

Originally Posted by Aurene

~Thunderpaw~

"Okay! Whats next?" she mewed
@Darkside

(I've gotten rid of Wolf so im gonna end this here, sry.)
Wolftiger noticed the blizzard had slowed. "Lets try to get back home while the storms stopped a bit." He mewed. "I've had fun working with you though." He mewed

[Courage]

@Darkside [its fine!]

~Thunderpaw~

"Okay!" she said.

[duskfire1]

Larkfrost

Exiting the camp as Dogbark brought it to an end, she sniffed the air. Bushpaw. She flattened her ears against the cold winds as she proceeded forwards, nose twitching and paws stepping heavily on the cold earth of ThunderClan territory. The trees shook, their bare branches making quiet creaks in the silence of the forest. Hackles raised, she wearily crept through her territory, senses alert as she heard a light hiccuping noise. Stopping, she raised her flattened ears and directed them towards the noise. Slightly louder, it sounded like... crying? Stepping forward once more, she stopped again, sniffing the air, inhaling the strong scent of her son. "Bushpaw?" She called out, aware she wouldn't be surprised if her words were whipped away by the wind.



@error //

[plum]

She had not anticipated winning the argument so soundly. But the fact that Loudbird remained silent after that final quip was gratifying. With a smug smile, the warrior departs from her companion and dives into the mindset of a hunter. And it pays off- a muskrat itself lumbering between pools of water huffing as if troubled. These creatures, as large as groundhogs, were challenging to kill but the challenge paid off. A muskrat sounded distasteful, and they did not boast a pretty appearance by any means, but prey was prey- And these creatures were both active even in leafbare, and still large even in leafbare.

Eyes narrowing to slits, Nectarflame drops low to stalk the creature as it moseys around snuffling for food. She thinks of StarClan, the beliefs that warriors held that she still found a little bit strange, and sends an experimental prayer to those ancestral cats. And then she moves.

She creeps silently, determined to get that muskrat with ease, and indeed makes it within reach before the muskrat freezes. It lifts its head, and the she-cat tastes alarm in the sour stench rolling off of it. What alerted it? There was no time to think- She springs forward, claws out to hook into the animal. It would be difficult to kill- Bulky, awkward things they were. So as Nectarflame careens into the muskrat, she latches on instantly and uses her forelimbs to hold tight while her hind paws dig claws into its body and kick it to wind it (hopefully). All of this, in the hopes that the animal would lift its head to cry out or try to break away, because then she could get a clear shot at its throat.

And it does.

Nectarflame lunges forth to snap killer jaws over the throat of the creature, and she bites down harder and harder. Each time there was a little give in the flesh, she clenches her jaw further. After a pawful of minutes its struggle concludes and she can delicately peel herself away from the kill. Blood ran down her chin and neck, soaking into her pelt. It was warm. Nectarflame lifts her gaze with a heavy breath and looks around for Loudbird, before silently grasping the muskrat to haul it back to camp alone.
[ @Willowfern ]

[Quasar]

Shallowshiver | they/them | @littlelove

Okay...how long had Cinderpaw been an apprentice? It had to be at least 6 moons at this point, and to their knowledge she had gotten no training whatsoever in that time period. It was absolutely unacceptable! Normally they would let her mentor teach the basics, but this was an exception. She was already passing by the age when most cats became warriors, and she had been nothing but unlucky when it came to mentors. Maybe they were a bit at fault for not taking this matter into their own paws when the issue first became apparent, but it was better late then ever.

As they reached the training cave, Shallowshiver turned to their daughter with a small grin on their face. First, they needed to assess what skills she already had. Even if she hadn't been taught much of anything by her mentors, instincts and natural reflexes alone could put even an inexperienced cat such as herself above even some trained cats. "Attack me." their tone was firm and final, leaving no room for second-guessing themself.

[littlelove]

Cinderpaw trailed after her parent happily as they made their way through the territory. Finally, some training; it was about time! Shallowshiver was one of the only warriors she could seem to trust around here, huh... She let out a huff at the thought. Nobody could even bother to assign her a mentor - her own parent had to do it! Her face scrunched up before she realized where she had arrived.

Straightening up as Shallowshiver turned back at her, Cinderpaw prepared herself for the training they had in store. She practically couldn't containher excitement as the warrior gave her a grin - what did they have planned?

The lynx point's smile grew even wider as Shallowshiver challenged her with two simple words. Without any hesitation, Cinderpaw ran head on towards her parent, attempting to headbutt and hopefully unbalance them.


@Jackpot

[taillow]

Cindersky
Emotions usually rose within her quickly, yet stopped at the lid Cindersky used to contain them. Interfering with logical thought and conversation was not something she wanted them to be able to do. A clear mind when debating was best, as far as she was concerned. But tonight with the metallic stench of blood high in the air, raised voiced whistling through the typical hush of camp at night time... it overflowed to the point of her needing to excuse herself. She had wandered the territory for quite some time before finally returning back to camp and sinking into her nest. Sleep had not come to her, much as she had wished for it.

That left her where she was at now; tired, sullen, and in the rare mood to just be left alone.

She parted her jaws in a massive yawn as her back curved downward in a long stretch. Dawn had just barely risen, the land still covered mostly in a blanket of gray light. Mornings birds - the ones that were still left, anyways - sang amongst the treetops that were barren of any leaves. Cindersky could see them from where she stood on the ground, but they were too high up for her to catch. Which was her main goal today; start to catch prey and store it in the cliff hideouts she had found with Nectarflame and Shiningskies.

Paws crunched the snow underneath as she made her way through the desolate territory. No cat seemed to be out this early, since as far as Cindersky could remember dawn patrols were usually never sent out. A pity, as they had been one of her favorite things to do as a new warrior. Up before the rest of the forest, sometimes half-asleep marking the borders. Perhaps she could slide the idea over to Dogbark for the next deputy to implement.

Nearby a large oak tree was the sound of pitter-pattering paws and Cindersky froze, one paw hoisted above the ground. Twitching of her nose told her that there was a family of mice nearby - not the biggest morsel but enough to feed a few of the apprentices and queens certainly. Her spotted figure slipped easily into a pristine hunters crouch as she moved forward. Just in the distance the tiniest nose poked out, followed by another, and Cindersky let her eyes zero in on them. They seemed to be all huddled together in a little alcove at the base of some undergrowth, thankfully serving to hide the ThunderClan warrior from view.

She remained still for quite some time, noticing that the snowfall had picked up once more as flakes fell down onto her nose. The moisture from them did little to distract her as she slipped one paw forward, than the other, until finally her hind legs gave a massive leap. Claws extended out before her and came down upon the family. They pierced through their tiny bodies and successfully killed them, a glance at them revealing that there had been three in her grasp. Well... two, as the third one had managed to weasel its way into a small hole off the way.

"A bountiful start, regardless," the gray spotted warrior purred as she made quick work of burying the two deceased mice. Her head raised from the spot to glance around. Killing the mice had been done rather quietly, but now with her scent everywhere the senior warrior knew it to be futile to continue her hunting here. So after sweeping snow on top of her newly dug hole, Cindersky padded off further into the territory.

It was not long before the winds brought her the sweet scent of blackbird. A trail of black feathers led her right to the edge of a small clearing surrounded by thick bramble bushes. Snow still covered the area, though a few plants still sprang up above it - dead, of course. Pecking at the ground in the center, the bird had its back turned to Cindersky as only her blue eyes became visible from her hiding spot in a nearby berry bush. This would be different than the mouse, as not her tail nor her paws could make a sound, lest she wanted to have the bird squawk from here all the way to camp.

Breathing in and out silently, the senior warrior finally slunk forward with precise speed and a well aimed claw that came down hard against the birds back. She had been quick, but the bird let out the smallest squeak before going silent. Hopefully it would not be enough to ruin the rest of her hunting though, as Cindersky set to work burying the bird. Just one more, and that would be a good start to the prey stores.

Doubling back the senior warrior found herself nearing Sunkissed Creek. Flowing smoothly over the frost, with the edges just barely frozen, Cindersky decided to try her luck near the bank. Maybe there would be a vole or two scuttling around as she lifted her nose high to the sky, jaws parted slightly to draw in more scent. It came as a surprise to notate the faint trace of chipmunk nearby, and all muscles tensed in the warriors body as she lowered herself. She could not recall seeing chipmunk on the prey pile in quite some time, so she made sure to remain extra quiet.

Success and luck seemed to have teamed up on her side as she managed another successful catch - but not without a small chase. It had started with her slipping on a leaf and alerting it to her presence, and ended with her almost crashing into the trunk of a tree. Now as she rubbed her head with a single paw, Cindersky laughed at herself, the chuckle still shaking her whiskers while bending her head down to pick the chipmunk up.

After a little bit, she had retrieved the blackbird and two mice to add to her collection. From here the cliff was not too far off so the senior warrior set off towards where the prey stores would be. By now, the sun had risen higher into the sky though not nearly reaching sunhigh yet. Perfect, she could deposit the catch, and then perhaps find Nectarflame or Dogbark to inform one of them - hopefully it could be the start of actually storing prey

(solo hunting post, not open!)

[corgigirl]

Birchheart sat up and took a few steps. “Snowpaw, today we are going to do a battle lesson,” he mewed. These were always his favorite, since it was his area of expertise.
@Wintermist

[Weekend-Wondering]

Snowpaw looked at her mentor. “Okay.” She muttered. She was tired, she had always been for the last few days. She stood up, and blinked at him. “What move.”
@corgigirl