ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[dino.]

[ @Clover'Wish_101 ]

Buckbranch grunted at the sudden impact, but managed to keep his balance as he turned around to blink at the other tom. "It's fine. It was just an accident," he whispered in response. "But... I would keep your voice down. Duskfeath- Duskstar doesn't really care for cats talking during her meetings." And he didn't want to interrupt Darkpaw's and Birdpaw's mentor reassignments. If anything, he hoped his name was called to be one of their mentors. Ever since Sagepaw had gone missing, he'd felt bored. He fidgeted with his tail anxiously.

[FuzzyRatto]

Originally Posted by Bravekit

”Normally it’s to go out of camp, go hunting, that kind of thing. But mostly I like being on my own, in my thoughts.”

The dark warrior looked up to the sky.
@FuzzyRatto

"Oh..." She looked over at her friend, then up at the sky too. "Hey, look! That one's a cat face!" She followed a cloud with her tail. "And that one's a mouse! ...Without a tail." She followed that cloud too. "What shapes do you see?"

[Dark Flame]

Originally Posted by FuzzyRatto

"Oh..." She looked over at her friend, then up at the sky too. "Hey, look! That one's a cat face!" She followed a cloud with her tail. "And that one's a mouse! ...Without a tail." She followed that cloud too. "What shapes do you see?"

Hawkmist’s eyes darted around, before settling on a complex shape. “Looks like some sort of tree. And over there...”

He paused when he saw a cloud that looked like a paw. “A-and there’s a cloud that looks like... I actually can’t tell...”

He looked at a random cloud. “A squirrel! T-that’s it!”
@FuzzyRatto

[teddy.]

Possumtoes squirmed out of the warrior dens, a few twigs and leafs poked out from the cats tufty, unkempt pelt but he didn't seem bothered. He shuffled into the clearing with a sneer on his lips, a single yellow-tinted fang poking from his mouth in a crooked-permanent fashion. The scruffy boy sat in the morning sun, his bag leg coming up to itch aggressively at the patch of dark tabby fur behind his ears. "Bloody fleas! Go bug another warrior!" He snarled at the nearly-microscopic bugs.
{Open!}

[FuzzyRatto]

Originally Posted by Bravekit

Hawkmist’s eyes darted around, before settling on a complex shape. “Looks like some sort of tree. And over there...”

He paused when he saw a cloud that looked like a paw. “A-and there’s a cloud that looks like... I actually can’t tell...”

He looked at a random cloud. “A squirrel! T-that’s it!”
@FuzzyRatto

"Squirrel? You sure? It looks more like a flower."

[BEAR.]

Thunderhowl squinted his eyes at Lionwhisker, confused by his comment about snowmelt and no water. It was the start of New-leaf and the piles of snow were slowly but surely being reduced to giant pools of water throughout the camp and territories. "Snowmelt is water. If you ain't got moss to soak it up, you can use a bundle of grass-- it ain't as effective but it'll work for a pinch."

While Lionwhisker was off searching, Thunderhowl examined her leg. "This set incorrectly. If you wanna be able to walk properly again, we're gonna have to break it and rebind it."

[ @Wings, @SilentLamb ]

[Leucos]

@BILL. @Wings

Hearing him say that it was practically water ...Lionwhisker mentally face pawed. ...well dumb question number one..c'mon lad your better than that.. shrugging it off he gave a nod. Finding some moss near the back he gave a relieved sigh and rolled some up with his paws. Gently picking it up with his jaws he head out side of his den and gently placed it down in the snowmelt. Giving it a few so it can soak up what it was there, he heard that they were going to have to break the leg...And rebind it? That gave him shivers she's going be in for a rough time... but what made him even more unsettled was that a cat attacked her during the friendship games..why? And who?

Picking up the moss he head back over and set it down "I'll tell duskstar about that if she doesn't know already...did they smell of our clan?" he asked. " If we're starting with the leg first I'll get the nettle ready ." he meowed . one thing at a time...

[RAT KING]

Originally Posted by Bumblebelly

Possumtoes squirmed out of the warrior dens, a few twigs and leafs poked out from the cats tufty, unkempt pelt but he didn't seem bothered. He shuffled into the clearing with a sneer on his lips, a single yellow-tinted fang poking from his mouth in a crooked-permanent fashion. The scruffy boy sat in the morning sun, his bag leg coming up to itch aggressively at the patch of dark tabby fur behind his ears. "Bloody fleas! Go bug another warrior!" He snarled at the nearly-microscopic bugs.
{Open!}

Padding from the territory and into the camp, Ratwhorl smoothly made his way over to the grey warrior Possumtoes. The sandy tabby was well acquainted with this cat as they were kin. "You do know that maybe if you, hmm groomed yourself you wouldn't get so many fleas? Goodness I don't think even a dip in the river could help you now," he told him. His light tone meant that he was just teasing and meant no harm in it. Still, he didn't sit too close. He didn't want any more fleas than a wildcat was bound to have anyways.

[teddy.]

"Grooming is for Mollys! Do I look like a bloody she-cat to you?" He sneered, cheeks suddenly heated at his own question when he realised how much he fit into the stereotype of petite small cat. "Don't answer that, you little rat." He sneered with a wide grin, giggling to his brother. He shuffled closer, nuzzling up all over him "D'aw dont wnana share fleas with me, huh? You can't avoid your brother!" He dragged his tough, spiked tongue up Ratwhorl's cheek. He had a great amount of fun messing with his litter-mate.
@Salt

[RAT KING]

Ratwhorl bristled playfully at his brother. "Pretty sure any ol' fleabag tom from ShadowClan would look better than you do, you look like somebody dragged you through thistles by the scruff." The new warrior made no effort to move away from his brother though, frankly he didn't find it worth it. "Oh I'd just love to exchange fleas with you, brother. Come take some of mine. I have plenty to go around." When he licked his cheek, he swatted at him gently, with his claws sheathed of course. Possumtoes was the only cat he didn't mind playing with in such a fashion, as he usually was quite pathetic at fighting. It was a feat that he even managed to succeed in his assessment before earning his name. He was not particularly impressive in any skills, frankly. Unless laying around in the sun is a skill. @Bumblebelly