ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[duskfire1]

>> Larkfrost

She nodded, smiling thoughtfully at Larkstorm's answer. She herself was too old to have an apprentice. She of course could train one, but if they had too much energy she likely wouldn't succeed with her lack of energy these days.

She listened carefully as Larkstorm described the hunting experience, and Larkfrost nodded, her eyes closed in understanding. She loved hunting, even if she had to deal with the aches of her bones, she didn't mind. She loved the sanctification of giving the quick killing bite to her prey, it made her happy. "Yes, I very much agree. Knowing that it goes to my clan mates well-being gives me the drive to hunt. When I was younger, I would love climbing after birds. The sensation, what's it called, excitement? Delight? Not sure, but I loved the waiting moments. Waiting for the right times..." she trailed off, lost in thought. The tension, no, not bad tension, just the excitement-filled tension she felt as she hoped the birds wouldn't detect her, ah she loved that feeling. Shaking off the nostalgia, she looked back to Larkstorm. "Who do you mentor? Er, who are your apprentices I mean?" she asked, licking a paw to draw it over her head, sustaining the itch that took homage there. She had no idea who Larkstorm mentored, but three apprentices, sheesh, what a pawful!



@Raven~ //

[IcarusUntamed]

Open//

Crow’paw padded into the elders den, some bedding in his jaws. He hadn’t been assigned any tasks this morning so he decided to bring the elders some bedding. Who knew, maybe he’d get to hear a story?

[Raven~]

For @duskfire1
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Larkstorm nodded at Larkfrost’s description of hunting. Wow, she did get it. That was a first. It made her feel warm inside, to know that someone enjoyed hunting as much as she did. “We should go hunting sometime,” She meowed when Larkfrost trailed off her sentence. “I know some great places the Clan probably doesn’t even know about.” They would be quite a pair, Larkstorm didn’t doubt that.

To answer Larkfrost’s next question, Larkstorm debated on what to say. Finally, she settled on just saying their names. Larkfrost didn’t need to know what Larkstorm thought about all three. Well, if the she-cat asked Larkstorm would definitely tell her though. “I mentor Mistpaw, Cornpaw, and Swiftpaw. Mistpaw is my oldest and Swiftpaw my youngest.”

[duskfire1]

>> Larkfrost

She nodded, flicking her tail to wrap it over her paws. "Lynxfuzz, he's you mentor, huh? Well, if he thinks your weak, then he's wrong." she meowed as gently as she could, trying hard to hide her distaste in the thought of Lynxfuzz calling Emberpaw weak. "Crying, it's not bad. Your letting your feelings free up, see here," she meowed, flicking out a claw to draw two parallel squiggly lines in the dusty floor of the apprentices den. "These here, lets say they are your feelings. Crying, lets them run free." she traced the lines lightly with her claw once again, moving her paw over the two lines. She then drew a circle, running over the ends of her mini 'river of feeling'. "Let's just say this is where they come out. Lynxfuzz thinks it's weak to cry, you say? Well then," she moved her paw over the circle, scribbling in the middle of it. "His feelings are all clogged up then, assuming he'd never cried. But you," she meowed gently, continuing the squiggly lines with her claw through the scribbled circle. "Your feelings are free. Crying releases the sadness, and if you keep it in there, it will get clogged, and you won't feel yourself, you'll feel extra sad, and more erratic, you'd likely take it out on cats who don't deserve it, like how Lynxfuzz did to Dogbark." she meowed, putting her paw back close to herself, looking at Emberpaw with a gentle smile on her face. "But, releasing those feelings, takes a lot of strength. And you let them free! That is good. Don't let Lynxfuzz make you think crying is bad, because it most certainly is not. To stay yourself, the kind, sweet, strong Emberpaw you are, let your feelings run free. Don't keep those feelings in, don't let them burden, 'kay? You're always welcome to talk to me about them." she meowed, purring. "Now I'm not saying you have to cry to stay yourself, you can keep it in for a little bit if you'd like, but know when the right time to let them out is." she meowed, giving a meaningful look to Emberpaw. "Crying is not weak, it most certainty is not. Anyone who tells you that, is insecure and is jealous of your ability to let those sad feelings run free, for you have the strength to do so, and they do not."



@RiztheHuntress //

[duskfire1]

>> Larkfrost

She nodded, the rare excitement she felt sparking in her chest as she thought of hunting with Larkstorm. She couldn't remember the last time she had hunted with anyone else. Her tail tingled with a hint of surprise as Larkstorm mentioned a hunting spot that the clan likely doesn't know about. Nodding in interest, she wondered what those places were.

She perked her ears at the sound of her daughters name when Larkstorm named all her apprentices. How could she not have known? "Mistpaw! Really? I mean, you probably already know this, but she's my daughter." she meowed, a hint of sheepishness slipped into her voice. "I don't know how I haven't noticed! StarClan, I need to pay attention more." she meowed worriedly, surprised she hadn't paid attention to her daughters training more. She'd have to do that, maybe have a nice talk with her soon. The return of her lost kit, Cloudkit, had caused chaos in her head, and the death of Aspenstar, wow she's had a lot on her mind. First priority is family, remember that Larkfrost. Her mind reminded her sternly, making her nod in nervous agreement. Realizing she was talking to a newfound friend, she focused on the other apprentices mentioned. She'd seen Cornpaw around, around a lot actually. Swiftpaw, not so much. Intrigued, she leaned a bit closer to Larkstorm, partially due to the cold if she was being honest. "Cornpaw, Swiftpaw, and Mistpaw, how are they?" she asked, wondering how the other apprentices were doing. "If you don't mind telling me." she added quickly, making sure she wasn't overly pressuring her fellow warrior


@Raven~ //

[Raven~]

For @duskfire1
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“Really? I didn’t know that!” Wow, that was an oversight Larkstorm hadn’t thought of. She guessed they did look kind of similar once you realized they were related. But it wasn’t obvious. Larkstorm thought back to all the times Mistpaw had talked about her family. Expect for Bushpaw, Larkstorm didn’t know a lot about Mistpaw. Huh, weird. Maybe she should get to know her apprentices more. “Anyway, to answer your question. Cornpaw is extremely hyper and seems to take everything as a joke. He’s always talking about some joke he told or prank he did, which can get annoying sometimes. But he’s very energetic in what he does. I haven’t really gotten to know Swiftpaw, but she seems to like to let others make her decisions for her, but she has a bright mind. And of course Mistpaw is an absolute angel. Though her confidence could use some work.” Larkstorm tipped her head. “And that’s basically it. All of them I love, but each has their flaws. But who doesn’t?” She left that question open, if Larkfrost wanted to answer it or just leave it be. It was a good question though. Made you think.

[A Wolf]

Stalking back to camp Snowwolf’s amber eyes search for the deputy who she’d be reporting back to. Nothing much had happened on the Shadowclan patrol, luckily, since the seasoned warrior could clearly remember many times she had encountered un pleaser toads t the border. “Nothing usual at the border, we marked it well but daw no sighs of Shadowclnners.” she mewed once she spotted Dogbark.

@Willowfern

[ThePiffle]

"Sharpkit, Wishkit!"



@Clock Dragonshifter @Firebender

[WhitesilverQueen]

"Sharpkit, Snowkit" Ivywishes eyes glistened with worry.
@Firebender @AshTheCat

[Starfall]

Spiderthroat
@InsertCoolNameHere
@Firebender @Clock Dragonshifter
@Myself making popcorn @Brightlight
@Willowfern

The Calico ignored the new stranger that popped out of the woods. He didn't care for whoever they were and frankly he didn't want to confront them. Jerking his head towards camp, he set off. Keeping a sharp eye on those in tow.

Once he made it into camp he B-lined straight towards the Leaders den. Half of him was hoping that a new Feline would be in there. Someone who actually put effort into the Clan. The other half wanted Dogbark to be in there, to actually put a droplet of effort into any of his duties.

It made Spiderthroat's head hurt. If he was in there, he'd be an ass about it. If he wasn't in here, he'd simply let them off scott free. The sole reason behind why he'd brought them in there was to see of Dogbark had any actual...bark in him. Or bite for that matter.

"Hullo?" he called, not even bothering to announce himself. A big den for so many small leaders...leaders that, in his eyes, amount to nothing.

(Heyo! Willow, m puttin a deadline by like the 20th. If no response he's just lettin em go. Mans got many things to ponder, places not around Dog to be o7)