ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[taillow]

Cindersky
She dismissed Lightningpelt with a flick of her ear, indicating she was done with the conversation and glad that he had thought better of making whatever retort she was sure had been about to follow the growl. Her ears were focused on Cloudypaw now, her eyes gentle and soft and a stark contrast from the blaze they were moments ago.

It was almost inaudible, but Cindersky did not need to hear her actually speak the words. She knew the guilt of a first kill, the way it haunted a cat. The way it made them speak quietly or not at all, shuffling paws and ruffled fur aplenty.

"...You defended yourself, Cloudypaw. You did what needed to be done. There is no shame to take in that," Cindersky spoke softly so that only her apprentice heared. Masking the turbulent emotions was something the silver spotted she-cat knew well as she turned to beckon her apprentice out of the shadows and closer to the Thunderwillow. "Sit with me, please. I could use your company after tonight." A tentative smile appeared on her face as she waited for Cloudypaw, tapping the ground lightly with her paw.

[ @poppy. ]

[Madelaine]

-->Wildspark<--

Hearing a clan meeting by an apprentice? The tom padded into camp with a vole and a mouse in his jaws. After the fun of the gathering he decided to calm himself down with some hunting. Plus maybe he wouldn't be in so much trouble if he brought food. Wildspark settled down after taking his kill to the fresh kill pile.

[Captain]

( Brightpaw | they/she/he | open for interaction )

➢ Upon hearing the voice of another apprentice calling the clan together, the tortie’s ears perked up and then twitched in irritation. She slipped out of the apprentice’s den, head low as she joined the gathered cats, glancing at a few of them before sitting down and wrapping her tail around herself. Why was this flea-brained cat calling a meeting? Wasn’t such a thing like this reserved for cats like Dawnstar? Speaking of which, where was she? Tsk. Their paw still had a dulled ache to it after their tree climbing incident with Foxspring, but it was hardly an issue anymore in their mind. “Amazing news, my ass.” Brightpaw thought bitterly and rolled her eyes, looking off to the side in the process. The slim apprentice’s vibrant green-hued eyes locked on the familiar Bengal pelt that belonged to their mentor -- Nectarflame. Her eyes narrowed, pupils turning to slits as her claws dug into the dirt underneath her. “Where the hell have you been, huh?” She asked the shecat mentally, swallowing a resentful growl from forming as she forced to turn her gaze back to Rainpaw. Brightpaw was almost tempted to approach the Thunderclan warrior and give her a piece of their mind. Where was their training? She was her mentor, wasn’t she? So why did Brightpaw have to be getting all her lessons from other cats like Sleethound and Foxpring. Grrr… The youth inhaled and then exhaled slowly, trying to keep themselves calm. “Patience, Brightpaw, patience. Everything is okay.” Brightpaw thought, licking their chest fur a few times.

[poppy]

[ @tulle ]

Watching Cindersky dismiss Lightningpelt, then turn back to Cloudypaw, the silver apprentice tried to gauge her mentor's reaction. Sharp, blue eyes cleared a bit at her mentor's reaction. Relief bloomed through her. "I didn't want to go back there." She admitted. She didn't want to go back there. Going back to the alley. Being deprived of food. Being hit. She was messed up already.

Rising her paws and sitting beside her mentor after a brief moment of hesitation, and blinked gratefully at her mentor. "Thanks." Maybe she and Cindersky could actually be close like... like Mistpaw and her mentor were. Cloudypaw wanted that. Maybe.

[flopsy]

- roseheart | open for interactions

Just like that, a large number of apprentices had been discovered away from their nests on the night of the gathering. Any sensible cat would have guessed that they had snuck out to the gathering, and done something drastic, a worrying matter indeed. Now here was one of the escapees calling for her clan to gather around, he licked his chest fur with nervousness although his eyes kept a calm glaze. They were here to tell of their success and he could only trust them to tell the truth and nothing but the truth something his been finding hard to do with his clanmates. He gently swayed his tail behind to anxious to take a seat and listened to the young cats in front of him, their smiles and giggling worried him. A lot.

[Rizo]

~Emberpaw | Open~

Hearing her friend's voice ring out, Emberpaw made her way into the clearing, eager to hear the news. She was truly appreciative of Rainpaw and the companionship she had offered when the orange apprentice had felt completely alone. Amber eyes sparkling, she looked up at her friend, perched in the Thunderwillow.

~Moosecrash | Open~

Blinking the sleep from his dreary hazel eyes, the Maine Coon hoisted himself from his comfortable, warm nest.
A clan meeting? Now?
Jaws gaping in a yawn, he stumbled from the den, pelt brushing against the sides of the entrance. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw that it was an apprentice calling together the clan. Confused, the large tom padded to the Thunderwillow and fixed his gaze on Rainpaw, head tilted inquisitively.

[QueenOtter]

[activity posts]

Darkmoon shifted restlessly in her nest. She glanced around.

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Lavendermask curled up beside her kits. She fell asleep.

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Marigoldkit mewed quietly in her sleep. She shifted closer to her mother.

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Wisteriakit sighed. She stared out of the nursery, unable to sleep. Her mind was filled with thoughts. 'Anyone awake?' Wisteriakit whispered, wanting to chat or, at least, play.

[BEAR.]

A little late to the party, though not by much, Jaystride slid into camp with his vole and dropped it onto the fresh-kill pile. Noticing cats gathering around, he scooted on over to get a better view.

Rainpaw on the Thunderwillow? It wasn't very surprising, given how the Gathering had gone. What was more striking to Jaystride was the lack of ShadowClan - he anticipated them to still be around camp, perhaps just leaving ... Dawnstar worked quick, he guessed.

For right now, he'd let the kid speak. But there was work to be done, and he wasn't going to wait long.

[Spartan-117]

@Spotty

"Was just wonderin'!" He shrugs. "What is a wolf?" He questions. He knows what a viper is, but what in the four clans is a wolf? Is it a type of bird? What an odd name-

[elswhere]

The usual, lively demeanor that formed Marshpaw's reputation was diminished into a solemn, exhausted expression in the murky yellow eyes of the large brown apprentice as she slid sluggishly from the apprentice's den. Her tail and ears drooped with every paw step, but a wide grin split across her maw. Her appearance didn't replicate the burning glow of pride and happiness that rippled throughout Marshpaw. Last night, was.. Amazing. What they did was what should've been done, despite the attacks but still! Her dreary but vibrant yellow hues caught sight of a certain warrior, one who she was oh so transfixed with, so, enthralled with. Her paws seemingly took her over to the towering russet molly as Marshpaw meet those yellow hues confindently. This former leader had came back, much like Buckbranch had but so much more was put into the warrior's return, and her death. She could look on for favor for the russet-furred cat.

"Aspenstrike, an honor to meet you I'm Marshpaw. Don't mind if I sit by you? Hope you don't 'cause I'm gonna."


[ @poppy. @starry. - we are gonna pretend marsh was at the gathering ok ok ; don't mind marsh's inner fangirl coming out <3 ]