~Antkit~
Little golden eyes were illuminated in the darkness, the rays of the sun only seeping in through the entrance and exit out of the nursery. Had it not been for the burnt brown patches in his pelt, Antkit would’ve seemed invisible and the dark corner, seemingly observing what was happening from his little spot that he found quite comfortable. The heat of the sun didn’t feel like it searing his little back, sometimes he cursed having black and deep brown fur, finding it to be a curse in new-leaf and green-leaf, but other times he was thankful for it, such as now where he didn’t have to worry about anyone approaching him or attempting to speak with him. The larger kit had never found himself to be one for conversation and he liked it that way, he found comfort in the silence of night, only broken by the sounds of his home, Thunderclans home. It was somehow anxiety inducing when he had to speak with someone and Nighthail pushing her son to be more social was not helping one bit. It always caused his heart to speed up as he starred across to the cat he was meant to talk with. His shoulders would always slouch and he’d pull back towards his black furred mother, burying himself there. However, today Nighthail was not in the nursery and Antkit had no one to bury into for the conversation.
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~Antkit~
Little golden eyes were illuminated in the darkness, the rays of the sun only seeping in through the entrance and exit out of the nursery. Had it not been for the burnt brown patches in his pelt, Antkit would’ve seemed invisible and the dark corner, seemingly observing what was happening from his little spot that he found quite comfortable. The heat of the sun didn’t feel like it searing his little back, sometimes he cursed having black and deep brown fur, finding it to be a curse in new-leaf and green-leaf, but other times he was thankful for it, such as now where he didn’t have to worry about anyone approaching him or attempting to speak with him. The larger kit had never found himself to be one for conversation and he liked it that way, he found comfort in the silence of night, only broken by the sounds of his home, Thunderclans home. It was somehow anxiety inducing when he had to speak with someone and Nighthail pushing her son to be more social was not helping one bit. It always caused his heart to speed up as he starred across to the cat he was meant to talk with. His shoulders would always slouch and he’d pull back towards his black furred mother, burying himself there. However, today Nighthail was not in the nursery and Antkit had no one to bury into for the conversation.
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The gray-furred tom padded softly into the nursery, carrying a pair of mice (one he’d caught, and another he’d picked up from the fresh-kill pile) in his mouth by their tails.
Pushing into the dark, quiet den, he dropped the mice and said in his customary low rumble that he’d brought food for the Queens and kits.
As he waited for the cats to congregate, he noticed a kit with his back facing the Deputy, alone.
Dogbark knew alone.
He padded over to where the kit was sitting, a quarter of a mouse in his jaws, and sat down next to him with an almost inaudible sigh. Dropping the mouse, he nudged it towards the younger,
“Eat,” He said quietly, it wasn’t a command, it was an offer.
The scarred maw barely moved as he spoke, as was customary for the tom, he wasn’t generally a cat of many words, he had on days and off days, really.
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The gray-furred tom padded softly into the nursery, carrying a pair of mice (one he’d caught, and another he’d picked up from the fresh-kill pile) in his mouth by their tails.
Pushing into the dark, quiet den, he dropped the mice and said in his customary low rumble that he’d brought food for the Queens and kits.
As he waited for the cats to congregate, he noticed a kit with his back facing the Deputy, alone.
Dogbark knew alone.
He padded over to where the kit was sitting, a quarter of a mouse in his jaws, and sat down next to him with an almost inaudible sigh. Dropping the mouse, he nudged it towards the younger,
“Eat,” He said quietly, it wasn’t a command, it was an offer.
The scarred maw barely moved as he spoke, as was customary for the tom, he wasn’t generally a cat of many words, he had on days and off days, really.
~Antkit~
Antkit had heard the pawsteps of a larger cat, most likely one of the queens mates, pushing into the nursery. It wasn’t uncommon for Antkit to see a father coming to see his kits, and it always made Antkit wonder where his father was. Amberfall and Nighthail were amazing mothers and Antkit couldn’t have asked for a better pair, but he had to have a father somewhere, right? Was his father even in Thunderclan? That wasn’t something his mind should be bringing to the forefront of his thoughts, but Antkit had always noticed it, even if Buzzardkit, Harekit and Lilickit didn’t, he did, knew something was off there. But for now, and hopefully forever, Antkit was content with his two moms who poured every inch of their hearts into their kits.
However, upon hearing a voice, no, not just any voice, the voice of the deputy Antkit had felt a little bit of anxiety stir in his chest. He pressed into the wall of the nursery a bit more and awaited to hear the sound of the larger paws exiting the den, but when he didn’t Antkit had blinked and looked around himself. Dogbarks voice had startled the larger kit, causing his fur to stick up for a moment before Antkit peered up at Dogbark with golden eyes, a pair that would only grow more golden through the moons he lived in this clan. It was almost as if Antkit was asking Dogbark “me?” silently with the way he had peered up towards the older tom. Taking a soft breath into his mouth, Antkit had hesitated for a moment before leaning over and taking a small bite out of the mouse, chewing it thoughtfully as if he was attempting to find his standpoint on how good he thought this piece of prey was. Cocking his head to look back up towards Dogbark, Antkit had whispered a soft “thank you,” towards the deputy, seemingly having at first been a bit afraid that he had gotten in trouble for something.
Larkstorm laughed. “Well, she’s very sweet but shy. She doesn’t seem to have much confidence. I don’t think she thinks she’s ready for this. To be honest, Mistpaw reminds me of myself when I was an apprentice.” For some reason, Larkstorm was just poring out all of her past to him. She usually didn’t like telling other cats about her youth. It hadn’t been the bet time for her.
Rootspark listened intently. He didn't know Larkstorm as an apprentice, but he felt more comfortable around her than most cats. It was good to know that the feeling was mutual. "I used to be like that. Really it was just when my apprenticeship started. When I realized that I-" He realized what he was supposed to be doing and quickly started to rake his rock with his huge, thick claws. The rock looked quite worn, and it had many moons worth of claw marks on it. Clearly Rootspark had had it for a long time.
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He smiled softly, pausing to listen to all Bumble had to say. "We'll find out when they're born ... Thank you, bee. I ... just hope I can always care for the young ones" a look of hesitance crossed his face. What if ... he couldn't care for them? Snowingowl had ... a theory of who the other parent might possibly be, and he was scared. Half Thunderclan, Half Windclan kits. The though ... uneased the white feline.
The light brown tom let out a huff, popping his head for a rushed moment into the apprentice den before letting out a loud call."Rosepaw! Training! Let's get to it"". Something about the way he becokneed for the young molly left no room for discussion. It showed his cold impatience as he made his way to stand by the camp entrance, eyes narrowed, awaiting the feline in training.
Rosepaw was startled out of her deep sleep. She often had nightmares that woke her up throughout the night and so had a habit of sleeping in. Guess that wasn't an option now. Oof. She shook her pelt, failing to get any of the moss out, and walked over to her mentor, a miserable look on her face. "I'm here." she mumbled and sighed. She was probably failing already. She was surprised the apprentices' den hadn't collapsed yet.
Leading ThunderClan, it was difficult. Aspenstar felt like she was always being questioned, judged. Secretly hated, or blatantly hated. The first Clan meeting she had had was a complete disaster, it was stressful and scary. She hadn't been told it would be easy, but no one had warned her it would be this hard. She wouldn't change a thing, but it would've been nice to know before everything.
Before she realized that everyone would never be happy with her, she chooses war, cats die, they hate her, she tries to find peaceful solutions, cats resist and try to undermine her. Like Yarrowshade. Sweetsong. Slatepaw. Slatepaw hated her for a different reason... but she still made the list.
It would've been nice to have someone for advice, but there was no one living in ThunderClan who knew the weight of work and pressure that was on her and Dogbark. She liked to think that they were doing pretty good... but she could always just be in denial.
Padding silently through the territory, she stopped dead once the murmur of voices came from up ahead. Those tones, as she got closer and could configure words, became so recognizable, she quickened her pace, getting closer, and closer to the voices. Coming past a bush, she instantly identified Buckstar and Gravelblaze. "Buckstar... Gravelblaze." She said, a small, bewildered smile on her face. "How...? You're back...."
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Did this cat think she was daft? Who could come this close to a camp reeking of cats so strong your nostrils tingled and NOT notice? Aspenstar had seen the she-cat's nose twitch when she breathed in her scent, so there was no excuse for lack of smell. Trying not to frown, she shook her head slightly. "If you got stuck, I'm glad you were able to get out so easily." She said dryly, referring to the she-cat's easy slip out of the bush. "Tell me the truth, what are you really doing here?" Maybe the cat was a spy...
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//: @/Papaya - Ebonypaw;
Aspenstar couldn't help but chuckle at how flustered the apprentice was. It was kind of adorable.. but what wasn't adorable was his excuse for why he was gone. Frowning disapprovingly, she shook her head. "It got to be 'too much'?" It was a lot for everyone, and the vast majority of ThunderClan had at least stuck around. She was disappointed in him, in everyone who had left.
"It's a lot for everyone else, Ebonypaw." She said, voice stern. "You can't just leave if things are hard. How do I know that you won't do it again?" If she had left after being yelled at and disrespected after that meeting, where would ThunderClan be?
> Albatrossflare/paw
What priorities needed to be rethought? Aspenstar narrowed her eyes at Albatrossflare. Paw? She didn't know what his status was within the Clan... technically Sweetsong had demoted him, but she didn't really think much of Sweetsong's opinion or decisions, only that they were poorly made.
"Good to see you, too, Albatrossflare." She said, finally deciding to keep his warrior name. If she chose to continue to punish him for him killing Petuniaflame, then Kestrelstar and many of his warriors would have to suffer the same demotion. Since she had no power over RiverClan, the one way to defy them was keep her senior warrior as a warrior. If he rejoined, of course.
"A lot has happened." She agreed, then sighed. "That's not a good excuse for leaving the Clan, even to get priorities straight. Where exactly did you go, during this time?"
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Hmph. Squirrelstar. Contrary to that being offending, Aspenstar was more intrigued. How did a loner know about Clan names? Interesting... Frowning ever so slightly as this 'Oz' requested to join the Clan, she then became to wonder. Would he be a good addition to the Clan? Or perhaps he was a spy... No, he didn't seem the type, and she prided herself on being a damn good judge of character.
"And thrilled to have the chance, you seem." She said dryly. Perhaps he had some obligation to, someone was forcing him to join the Clan. If that was the case, that wasn't very good motivation, bad motivation equaled a crappy warrior. "What do you have to offer?" She asked finally, trying to get a rad on him.
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Listening to Toadweed's explanation, Aspenstar grew more and more confused. What did these cats think Icicleripple's job was? If he was sick, then he should have gone to the medicine cat's den. "I just want you to know that I completely don't understand the logic of your plan, but I suppose you may have been partially okay with your choice." But why would he go to where no one would know his fate, where he thought he was going to die?
"Cats were worried about you, Toadweed." She said, sharper than she planned. She had noticed his disappearance, and even though they barely knew one another, she deeply respected him. And now he wanted to come back to ThunderClan. Sighing, the leader knew what her answer would have to be.
"Yes, you can come back. But only if you promise to go to the medicine den if you get sick. I won't be so understanding next time, if this happens again."
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Oh, how she hated having to tell everyone this. Cats who had been gone for so long, wonder where Buckstar was or Eveningstar or who the new leader was.... and of course, it was her job to tell them. Sighing, she just want to get it over with. "He's dead, RiverClan killed him." Her voice was dull as she told Leafshred this. Monotone as she echoed the words that she had told to everyone.
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A rush of pity, then a sick feeling washed over her as the kit continued to tremble, and soon began to speak. His mother... She closed her eyes tightly, wishing that this kitten wasn't here, and was with his mother. But he was here, and his mother was gone. She hesitated from moving or speaking for a long while, as the kit was eyeing her so distrustfully, she didn't want to frighten him more then he already was.
Finally, she opened her eyes and began to speak. "You're safe now, it'll be okay. You found the Clans, I'm from the clan called ThunderClan." Aspenstar wanted to find some way that she could help the kit feel safer. "You did it, your mother would be so happy for you. You can trust me, I promise."
The poor thing was bloody and gaunt and terrified, Aspenstar winced as she looked the kit over. If she somehow convinced the kit to join ThunderClan, she wouldn't want him to go to just any queen. Perhaps she could take care of him herself...
But before any decisions would be made, she would have to have the kit believe her. "I promise, you're going to be okay. How can I make you feel safer?"
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So this cat did want to join. Aspenstar, if she was being honest, didn't know what the other cat could offer. Perhaps she could ask... That would be the smartest move, because if this cat had grown up in a pine forest or a wetter place, or moor, they would be in for a major education-skill change. "You want to join? What can you bring to ThunderClan?"
What skills did this cat have? Hopefully the basic life skills of forest-life, or else she would have to be assigned a 'mentor'. She would have to be apprenticed anyway, the more Aspenstar looked at her, the more she realized that this cat was younger than she had previously thought.
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Another day. Aspenstar had woken up bright and early, and then sat in her den, brooding. Wondering what to do, she had almost not noticed the gray loner who had padded into the camp. She wouldn't have, if she hadn't looked at the she-cat closer.
Standing up, lashing her tail sharply, she stalked over to where the loner stood, noticing passively how the cat was pregnant. "What are you doing here?" She demanded. Did this cat know it was ThunderClan's camp? Maybe she did, and had a reason for being here.
Or maybe she was just utterly clueless.
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A slight feeling of unease swept over her as Aspenstar began to return home from her morning walk. She had always gone on walks whenever she felt stressed, so she had been going quite frequently. But this emotion she was feeling couldn't be ignored. She hurried closer to the camp, and as she got somewhat close, she noticed a young she-cat standing in front of the camp.
Flutterpaw?
She padded up to the apprentice, surprise flooding through her. "Flutterpaw... you've come back." Where did all of these cats go? "Where have you been, we've been worried sick." She didn't add how she had barely noticed the apprentice's disappearance, not because she didn't care, but because she hadn't known her well. But she did know that she had multiple friends within the Clan who must've been worried about her.
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So many cats were coming back lately. That was a blessing and a curse... for different reasons. Aspenstar knew the more cats the stronger ThunderClan was, but only if those cats actually stuck around. She noticed Sprigpaw almost immediately, as she had seen him coming while she was stalking a mouse.
Completely dismissing the mouse now, she rose to her paws from the hunting crouch and padded over to the newly returned apprentice, frowning. "Sprigpaw. Where have you been?" She asked sternly, irritated that so many cats left then decided to come back, expecting a warm welcome. Maybe from some, but not from her.
> Cardinalkit
The young tom that stood at the camp entrance, Aspenstar hadn't seen him since the raid. She thought he was dead. Killed like so many other cats, a new addition to the long list of victims at the claws of RiverClan. But no. He was right there, alive, somewhat healthy. It made her mad, but relieved in the same sense.
Padding over to the newly returned cat, she looked down at him. "Where have you been, Cardinalkit?!" She hadn't intended her voice to sound so thankful, so shocked. She wanted it to sound sharp, annoyed. Sigh. She wanted him to feel bad for worrying everyone, but perhaps he already did?
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(go ahead and post a starter, then!)
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( @poppy. I don’t think I posted here? Was it a misconception? My only cats in Thunderclan are males, so I do t think your talking about me, unless I’m wrong.)
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( @poppy. I don’t think I posted here? Was it a misconception? My only cats in Thunderclan are males, so I do t think your talking about me, unless I’m wrong.)
Re: ThunderClan Nursery
