FUZZPAW he/him. 8 moons. lanky yellow tom with golden, tan, and brown splotches; bright green eyes
( purrks ; silver tongue )
bumblestar didn't have a favorite prey?? what in the WORLD. fuzzpaw stares at her in shock for a moment, jaw dropped. "what the FLIP." he says after a solid minute of him just staring at the tabby. were shrews the name of that animal?? he tilts his head momentarily, then shrugs. "I guess so!" okay, next question.
"so, how'd you get those scars? OH, oh!! anddd..how do you feel about," he takes a second, leaning a little closer, "riverclan? PERSONALLY...I HATE them." he's not even sure why. wow, life was such a curious thing, right? being born with hate towards a clan. he feels like there's a reason, he just can't describe it. "what did riverclan do?" he wonders aloud, a slight frown replacing his weird smile. hm.
Bumblestar's ears swiveled again. This kid was weird.
Now he was asking about her scars. She let out a breath and shrugged. "ShadowClan cat cut my face open when Dawnstar did a takeover of the camp some moons ago," she told him. "Everything else is from battle."
And... now RiverClan. Her whiskers twitched. "RiverClan's a bunch of no good, fox-hearted snakes," she said flatly, expression sharpening. "Maybe they had honor once, but I've not seen any of that for as long as I can remember. They stole our graveyard before I helped move it, they've kidnapped 'n slaughtered our Clanmates, 'n they've spread poison through our lands. All of 'em are rats."
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She snaps out of her thoughts, startled a bit at first. But the molly's pure blue eyes land on Drizzlenight, and seeing her clanmate, she attempts a small smile.
"Oh, um, it seems that Goatscrunch accidentally hit a kit. Poor guy, he didn't even realize he did anything, I feel bad for him," She says sadly, her gaze turning to the scene before them.
It haden't even occured to her that Drizzlenight was asking why she is upset. Lotuspaw's smile doesn't last long of course, how could it when she's so alone in the clan. Surely it's normal to feel this depressed when everyone you've ever known has either died or disappeared? But... why can't she just forget? Why does this terrible pain still linger?
Oh... wait a minute, did that kit just twitch? It did, it's not dead!
"Bumblestar! That kit's not dead! I saw it moving, don't go burying it just yet!" Lotuspaw calls to the leader urgently, forgetting about her sorrows for a moment.
Drizzlenight grunted with disapproval at the mention of Goatscrunch attacking a kit. Dumb elder. If he isn't able to control himself around kits, then why is he still in the Clan? He avoided voicing that thought, noting Lotuspaw's sympathy for the aging cat. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Goatscrunch, in case he decided to go around "accidentally" using kits for target practice again.
Drizzlenight was brought out of his irritated thoughts as Lotuspaw exclaimed that the kit wasn't dead. His eyes snapped to where the beaten kit was being carried out of camp. Was she certain? He doubted Bumblestar would order a cat to bury a kit without being certain it was dead.
"Hey, hold on," he grumbled. "Bumblestar wouldn't send a kit to be buried without checking to see if it's dead. You might be just seeing it... get stiff or whatever."
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Pebbleshine couldn't lie, coming back from a visit to Willow's Rise to find a fox had torn through their clearing was not very fun. How many times would her safe space be violated?? First a sink hole, then a fox... what next? Would a super mega giant cat come stomping in and squish all of Thunderclan like ants? The tuxedo cat shivered at the thought. How would one go about defeating a beast like that? Maybe I can upgrade my Super Pebble Punch into a Super Mega Pebble Punch? I just need to grow some wings and get super buff and I'll be all set! That sounded like a reasonable plan to her! Perhaps she could get someone else's advice?
As she stepped into the clearing, the first cat she spotted was Sprucepaw. The two hadn't interacted much - seeing as Pebsie was twice his age and mostly stuck to following her siblings around like a shadow. Still, new friends couldn't hurt! Besides, he seemed to be fighting against an invisible enemy with some Sweet Spruce Slaps. "Cool!" She exclaimed, racing up to join the action. The two could take down this foe together and become best friends forever!
"You dastardly villain, keep your paws off Sprucey, or face my Super Pebble Punch!" She leapt in front of Sprucepaw to tackle the invisible foe and save the apprentice - only managing to plop down face first in the cold earth below. Oh. I really thought there was an invisible enemy there... She thought sheepishly; her chest aching from the fall. No worries! She could still slap at it with Sprucey and finish it off! Smiling at the apprentice, Pebbleshine began swiping at the air.
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It didn't take much in his current, overly exited state to make his fur stand on end again. A random warrior he had never seen before - that might be a lie and he might just not be all that attention oriented, but Fudge wasn't about to admit that to himself - suddenly joining him in defeating the invisible foe he had been so expertly defeating, however, made quick work of that. Taking a few, instinctual back hops as rounded eyes took in the intruder, it took the young apprentice a few moments to analyze what he had just heard as he saw the warrior... get acquainted with the ground. The long furred tom's nose wrinkled slightly in a rare display of empathy, his eyes growing emotionless once more as he felt the pain this one had no doubt gotten on her nose from that not so graceful strike. He should know. His first few hunting attempts had been... look, no one had been around. If he didn't think about them, they didn't happen, so never mind! Besides, something else had caught his attention right now...
Carefully approaching the warrior once more, he tilted his head, the only sign of curiosity visible in his dead eyes. What had she called that attack she had done just now? The one where she landed on her face? Super Pebble Punch? Alright... so either her name was Pebble, or it was supposed to be a smaller version of The Boulder's super awesome attacks! The latter was probably not the case, considering he was the only one who knew Mudhound as The Boulder... which was obviously the superior name. Still... if he could learn it, maybe he could impress his mentor! And it would up his chances of survival. Assuming the move didn't involve punching the dirt with your nose because... he hated to break it to Pebbles here, but the dirt would win nine out of ten times. The tenth time you might of course claim victory if you are still conscious enough to move, but only because you'll be so dazed from the repeated strikes you might actually think you put the dirt on the ground in the first place.
But no... there was no way that was the move. Right? And if it was... well look, he tried, okay? Not his fault the star worshipers were weird if that was the case. Imitating her current swipes, he did one. Two. Three swipes in the air. Giving them his all as he tapped the ground once and bounded back, rushing forward before tapping again. By the fourth swipe, the chocolate point stopped, giving Pebbles another curious look - deadpanned and blank, but positively curious by his standards in any case - tilting his head to the side questioningly.
"Punch?" Fudge asked, wanting to see this super secret technique the warrior had spoken about before eating the ground.
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Drizzlenight grunted with disapproval at the mention of Goatscrunch attacking a kit. Dumb elder. If he isn't able to control himself around kits, then why is he still in the Clan? He avoided voicing that thought, noting Lotuspaw's sympathy for the aging cat. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Goatscrunch, in case he decided to go around "accidentally" using kits for target practice again.
Drizzlenight was brought out of his irritated thoughts as Lotuspaw exclaimed that the kit wasn't dead. His eyes snapped to where the beaten kit was being carried out of camp. Was she certain? He doubted Bumblestar would order a cat to bury a kit without being certain it was dead.
"Hey, hold on," he grumbled. "Bumblestar wouldn't send a kit to be buried without checking to see if it's dead. You might be just seeing it... get stiff or whatever."
Lotuspaw
Lotuspaw peers at the kit again, she thought the kit twitched... oh starclan.
"Oh my stars... it was a breeze blowing its tail," Her face grows hot with embarrassment and shame, how could she make such a terrible mistake?
Lotuspaw shrinks down, hoping against hope that Bumblestar didn't hear her little outburst. What is she supposed to do if she comes over here? How is she supposed to tell her that it was just an incorrect assumption... that she believed over her careful checking? What on earth is wrong with her?
She squints her eyes shut, the whole clan will surely hear about her mistake after this.
"I doubted Bumblestar, and was wrong about my assumption... what am I supposed to do if she comes over here?!" Lotuspaw worries out loud, dreading many possible outcomes.
Shrewpaw
male | 6 moons | apprentice | schizophrenic
Short and scrawny brown tabby with blue eyes and disheveled fur
with a heavy sigh shrewpaw found himself padding towards wolfpaw, he already feared the older cat by some degree. Stopping a tail-length away he dipped his head respectfully before asking his question. E-excuse me wolfpaw..would you mind teaching me some battle moves and sparring with me?
@BEAR.
Wolfpaw peered at Shrewpaw curiously. He'd never spoken to the younger, but recognized him as one of the more recently-made apprentices-- the meeting before last, maybe? Didn't matter, really.
"Sure," but he wasn't going to take a brand new apprentice out into the territory. For one, he was pretty sure Bumba would be pissed if something happened, and two he was also pretty sure he wasn't supposed to go out without an escort to begin with. But Wolfpaw worked for what he had, 'n wasn't about to be dumb and ruin it. "Any reason you ain't going to a warrior?" It was small talk, he understood the why. Warriors around the Clan could be hard to work with, and Wolfpaw was fortunate to not take nos for an answer. Not everyone had that determination.
He beckoned Shrewpaw to join him, heading away from the den entrances to be closer to the center of camp. They'd be less disruptive to the flow of things if they weren't crashing into walls or others trying to go in-'n-out of things. "You know anything yet?"
With Drizzlecloud and Springpaw taken care of, Spiderthroat was the last cat Drizzlenight had to speak to. He knew Spiderthroat's status as the Clan's deputy was contentious, but he personally felt that Bumblestar made a good choice. After the string of failed high ranks ThunderClan had blown through over the past season-cycle, they needed someone who was willing to do the dirty work when nobody else wanted to do it.
Drizzlenight hadn't ever spoken with Spiderthroat, but he was eager to get to know the deputy. This probably wouldn't be the best opportunity, but perhaps he could convince the tom to go hunting together at some point or something. Or out to fight the first enemy that presented themselves; either worked.
"Spiderthroat? Can I speak with you about something?"
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Wolfpaw couldn't recall when he first considered doing this. Maybe it was with Beachkit, or perhaps when he was contemplating how much he was struggling with hunting? He supposed it didn't matter too much, as he had the training now, but he still thought this was a decent idea.
See, Wolfpaw had determined the camp could use a live prey area, and he was currently attempting to make it a reality beside the Stormcrest. After making sure there was room, he briefly stepped out of camp to grab brambles and was in the process of dragging it across the clearing. The piece he had was particularly large 'n clunky though, so when he caught sight of Fleckpaw he beckoned them to join him in moving it. Two sets of paws were better than one, right? "Cud ews som helf?" he managed through a mouthful of the prickly plant.
Fleckpaw twitched her ear at Wolfpaw, seems he needed help with some brambles. "Coming!," she bounded over to the tom and grabbed a chunk of the brambles into her mouth.
She made sure to get a good grip with her mouth before walking with Wolfpaw to drop it off where he needed it to be.
Curiosity shone in Nightgaze's bright green eyes as she was approached and asked for approval on an idea. Approval? She'd never been asked for that before, usually cats went to Bumblestar for her seal of approval but she guessed she could give permission as well. "Yeah, sure." settling herself down, the small hornet tilted her head intriguingly "What ya want to talk about?"
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