ThunderClan Territory

[Rizo]

[ @Papaya ]

Emberpaw shuffled her orange paws where she sat, looking at them nervously before finally turning her amber gaze upward at her mentor.
"N-no one else h-has trained me. Y-you're my first mentor," she mewed, her anxiety bringing out her stutter.
I hope he's not disappointed that we're basically starting from scratch...

[kingly]

Hemlockfrost

//closed

Today was not a day you would approach the dark furred cat. Today was the day she would approach you if she needed something. Do otherwise and you'd probably get your face clawed off. The grouchy adolescent scraped the ground, shuddering at the fearsome cold of the snow. They let out a hiss, warning off any cats around them. With her eyes narrowed, Hemlockfrost marched into the swarming buzz of felines, golden eyes narrowed in disgust. What are they doing, lazing about? Fools. During this train of thought, they crashed into a cat larger than themselves, though it wasn't hard to be taller than her. She was small for her size, but with a confident, loud personality. Not ... actually loud. They snarled at the impact, tail swishing. It ... was her fault. Technically, but they didn't need to know that. Always try to play the innocent act if you can get away with it. "Watch we're you're going, dung-brain"

[falling]

- Sootwind -

@Kingly

The ThunderClan molly was ambling along the wide canopy of trees. She sniffed the air, but it didn't seem like there was any prey around. Oh well. Maybe Sootwind could just relax, it was only for a short time. She let her guard down, but her ears were still pricked for any danger. She was everything but foolish. A low sigh escaped from her maw.

Sootwind nearly jumped at the voice of another cat. She whipped around, ready to attack... But it was only another ThunderClan warrior. Wait... Or was it ShadowClan? "Rude," she snapped, her expression twisting into a scowl.

"Don't you every call me a dung-brain again. And for your information, this is ThunderClan territory, not mouse-brain territory."

Normally Sootwind was quite patient, but this cat had played her restriction to its limits. That was not how you addressed another cat.

[kingly]

Hemlockfrost

// @lucid

As they scrambled a safe distance away, her eyes locked onto the other's. A scoff escaped them at Sootwind's words. "How hopeless will you prove yourself to be? Blind and deaf, unable to scent your own clan, or recognise a clan mate?" a small cackle, like one of a hyena if you are unsure, rumbled from their chest. They paused, silent for a moment, bright, gold eyes brimming with fertile hostility. "Out looking for prey? I scented some in the other direction, where you came from. Must of missed it. Care to join? A party of two makes it easier than a team of one" and honestly, that was the best and gentle remark a cat could get out of the warrior. With a tilt of their head, they indicated to the molly the direction in which they had been tracking the mice to. Nearly a parallel line to what the other walked, but with a small angle difference. They paused for one moment, gaze softening momentarily. "Shall we go? Don't be offended. I would of missed that too, with all the sounds and smells of the forest" and then she was off, silently hurrying to the soon-to-be fresh kill.

[falling]

- Sootwind -

@Kingly

She listened to Hemlockfrost's words. Oh. Now she recognized the warrior. Sootwind let a light, false laugh rise up from her throat as she tried to remove the... awkward spirit of the conversation. The insults the cat was throwing at her? She ignored them. It would probably amuse Hemlockfrost if Sootwind reacted as angered by the taunting. But taunting was something for kits, not for warriors that had long since served their clan.

"Yes, I so happen to be looking for prey," she replied cooly. And now the cat was accusing her of not being able to scent prey on her way here? Wait, no... they were saying it wasn't her fault.

Sootwind gave a brief nod. "I'll join," she meowed sharply. With that, she followed the warrior, careful to tread on silent paws. She was not going to be unsucessful. Honestly, that would be slightly ignominious to her. She'd trained since an apprentice to hunt. So she would tread back to ThunderClan camp with some prey.

[Madelaine]

Geckoleap went out to take a small walk and hunt for a while.

[kingly]

Hemlockfrost

// @lucid

Hemlock nodded, the curly furred feline heading into the undergrowth. There were about three distinct smells she could detect as the two got closer. The molly started walking a larger circle around the location of the prey, finally crouching behind a spiky bush, ready to launch an invasion. They weren't very big, but would suffice for a bare-leaf meal. Scrawny little things were almost purely skin and bone.

The warrior waited quietly for the other to get in position. It'd be easier to have one cat on each side in case the small creatures made a run for it. Failure was not an option, as prey was getting scarce.

[~Sayonara~]

Redrock yawned and looked around the territory, feeling tired and a bit gaunt.

[PlayWithFire]

@corgigirl @WinterMara
Jaggedpeak glances at the two cats behind him, his eyes narrow. Let's go he thinks to himself

[Hopeless]

~ Beastflame ~

Usually, if he was being outside in such lovely weather, the russet tom would have been skipping around with joy, finding the prettiest tree to sit under and gleefully sit there four hours, just enjoying the nice forest, but too much had changed the past moon for him to as happy and carefree as he used to. The whole mess around Dawnstar, Nectarflame, and everyone else who had or got a place of authority had become a lot to think about and somehow find a way to love around. What would happen to Thunderclan with all this, and how would any of this be able to end well.