ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by Frosty

Hemlockkit's voice sounded from the nursery . "I'll be there in a second juniperkit!" She called . A few moments later a small white , blue eyed molly stumbled clumsily from the entrance of the nursery and after the tom kit. She tripped over her feet a few times before finally losing complete balance and just narrowly avoiding juniperkit as the fluffy white kit body flung itself to the ground with a soft

thud.
With a soft groan immediately followed by a giggle Hemlockkit pulled herself to her feet and sprang over to the tom . "see juniper? I told you I would only be a second ". Her left ear gave a soft flick as she gently pawed at his nose with a small and delicate paw and another giggle.
It felt good to the small kit to know that her best friend was now beside her and away from the paws of others. She couldn't help but always feel in some kind of danger and their current after situation only encouraged these feelings . " I hope we don't see a warrior. I honestly wouldn't like to see any other clan cats at the moment. That partially goes for our own clan as well. Anyone could do anything at any moment " the molly answered , her blue orbs flickering at the thought. She knew she was just scaring herself , but in the depths of her intelligent mind she still couldn't shake the horrible feeling.

Moving on to juniperkits second comment she began her answer with a slight shiver. "I don't know Juni. Its all so confusing , especially when no one bothers giving a kit five seconds to explain it . we may be younger than many of the other cats, but that doesn't mean we don't deserve to know, correct?" She asked, sitting and placing her paws on top of one another and switching the arrangement every few moments as she waited for a reply .

Juniperkit smiled softly at his companion, his pale green eyes shone with joy "Yeah that's true, but you get smarter by learning it by yourself." he said softly, his mottled fur littered with snowflakes. He turned his gaze towards the leaders den, his pale orbs flashed with curiosity and inquisition "I have this....feeling that Dapplestar's supposed to be standing there. It just feels...right." he said softly, twitching his wiskers as he continued to think to himself about what is supposed to be, and what wasn't. He turned his gaze back upon Hemlockkit, sadness wavered in his green orbs "Hey...do you have any memories about your parents?" he asked, hope dripped from his words 'Maybe if she knows who her parents are....maybe it'll help me with mine, then, then.....' he thought to himself, his sightless gaze directed downwards at his paws as he continued to imagine his parents "hey Hemmy...what do I look like.....what do you look like.......what about maplefur what does she look like? Are trees really green? What makes green....green? what about blue?" he asked, his voice straining, digging his claws into the snow, 'I hate it, I hate it, I hate not being able to see, why? What did I do to deserve it? Why Starclan' he thought, hating how weak he was, hating how helpless he was.

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by Dovekit12

"Hear" Owltail said.

(Should the kits be born now?)
"Hi Owltail, how are the kits?" Fernglow smiled and then sighed. "Being half bling stinks. I can never hunt again. I'll be useless."

(Not like you could hunt anyway Fern)
(OOOOHHHHH)

[Dovekit12]

Originally Posted by MooBaby171

(Should the kits be born now?)
"Hi Owltail, how are the kits?" Fernglow smiled and then sighed. "Being half bling stinks. I can never hunt again. I'll be useless."

(Not like you could hunt anyway Fern)
(OOOOHHHHH)

"Good" Owltail said "and I don't think it will be that bad"

(Hahaha sure)

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by Dovekit12

"Good" Owltail said "and I don't think it will be that bad"

(Hahaha sure)

(Okay... how do we do this, just say Owltail feels uncomfortable and then BAM, kits?)
Fernglow frowned. "You seem odd Owltail. What's wrong?"

[Dovekit12]

Originally Posted by MooBaby171

(Okay... how do we do this, just say Owltail feels uncomfortable and then BAM, kits?)
Fernglow frowned. "You seem odd Owltail. What's wrong?"

(Ok)
"Well I do fell kinda odd" Owltail said shifting slightly in her nest.

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by Dovekit12

(Ok)
"Well I do fell kinda odd" Owltail said shifting slightly in her nest.

"Are you okay?!?!? THE KITS!"

[Dovekit12]

Originally Posted by MooBaby171

"Are you okay?!?!? THE KITS!"

"Calm down" Owltail said "I think there coming"

(And now time skip?)

[Rockstar]

Originally Posted by Iceclaw

"I should've stepped in sooner i should've stopped him from fighting" redclaw moaned felxing his blood soaked red claws

"There was nothing anyone could have done," Dawnfrost murmured, like it was hard to get the words out. "But... he's in StarClan now. He's at peace."

[lone]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

Apurva blinked, hoping she'd said the right thing. looked at the tom out of the corner of her eyes, a strange warmth that made her feel uncomuncomfortable spreading like spiderwebs under her skin. She shifted so that her pelt didn't quite brush his as he sat down beside her. She turned away for a few seconds, teasing a tangle out of her medium lengthed pelt. Why do I feel this way? Why should I? She knew what if felt like to crush on somebody, but she also knew that it often ended with one cat left brokenhearted. She didn't wish that upon either of them, or anyone else who may like him. She stared at her paws, pausing from grooming her pelt. While the strong, rhythmic strokes of his tongue felt good, they also made her feel uncomfortably warm, and there was an odd fluttering feeling in her chest. She shook her head, then continued to groom out her fur with the help of Timberpaw. “Well, at least you don't look hurt.” she meowed faintly, fainter than she would've liked, but she didn't care much. She was indeed very glad he seemed unharmed, as she wasn't sure she would ever have been able to live with herself if he'd been harmed, or even killed in the battle, sure. He probably bore a few wounds, but he didn't seem badly hurt. She blinked, her expression unreadable and slightly unfocused, as she'd zoned out a bit, and was sort of staring off into space. As soon as Apurva realized that she was doing it, the calico corrected herself quickly. She was beginning to develope the habit of zoning out, and she wasn't so sure it was the best of habit. She felt the heat in her fur again, and looked up, still careful not to meet his gaze, as she wasn't sure she wanted to yet. Somehow, she knew this shouldn't be much different than having her brother groom her fur, but yet, it was. She wasn't sure how to explain it, it just... was. She wasn't quite sure what to do at this point, then she remembered something she'd been planning on doing, and wondered if it should wait until after she got a Clan name. Well, if I wait, I get to tell him that my name isn't Apurva. “What do you think my new name will be?” she murmured under her breath, then continued grooming a bloody patch of her fur.

Timberpaw looked up at her and managed a smile, his expression fairly friendly at the moment as he did so. It was rather- hard to tell quite what emotions the brown tom was feeling at the moment. His green hues were guarded, something he had given up on doing a while ago, and he looked almost ready to give up in frustration. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I uh, feel a lot better, um...you?" He asked awkwardly, returning his attention to her pelt. He continued to clean it, his thoughts far off for, her and everything else at the moment, and he appeared to be somewhat...unfocused, perhaps would be the right word for it. Unfocused and strangely enough, he even seemed a little off. Maybe if was just the fact that he was imagining the battle again, or maybe it was the harsh realization that he wasn't sure what he was feeling that brought him back, his green hues snapping upwards sharply and his expression changing into one of confusion rather than friendliness as his expression usually portrayed.
He looked to be in some far off world as his green hues trailed away from her again, and he signed a little. Was it so unusual for him to be uncomfortable? True; he had never been that good in social situations, flirting when things got too uncomfortable or personal, but this was Apirva. He could trust her...at least, that was what he believed. He wasn't quite sure whether he was ready to examine the possibility that he could actually like Apirva. As in, having a crush on her...but perhaps that was what it was. It would explain the weirdness and the sudden rush that this new and strange emotion gave him. Was this so confusing after all? Or was Timberpaw just trying to avoid the truth, trying to keep them both safe from the mystery and heartbreak that came along with having a crush? Besides, I don't stand a chance. She deserves somebody who can take care of her and give her the attention she deserves. I'm just not good at that. Timberpaw thought with a sigh and a dejected flick of his tail.
More than anything, he wanted to talk to her and tell her how he felt, but...these emotions were too new. It was too early for him to be sure, and it wouldn't be long before he would find out whether it was real or not. He heard her quiet mutter and that sent his own mind to thinking. Yeah...probably something pretty, like her...it's just a fact, not like I personally have noticed it... Timberpaw thought, embarrassment causing his pelt to heat up at an uncomfortable rate. He could hardly believe his own thoughts right now...was this what having a crush was? Having her on his mind all the time, barely able to look at her without his pelt getting set on fire?

[doghouse]

Timberpaw looked up at her and managed a smile, his expression fairly friendly at the moment as he did so. It was rather- hard to tell quite what emotions the brown tom was feeling at the moment. His green hues were guarded, something he had given up on doing a while ago, and he looked almost ready to give up in frustration. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I uh, feel a lot better, um...you?" He asked awkwardly, returning his attention to her pelt. He continued to clean it, his thoughts far off for, her and everything else at the moment, and he appeared to be somewhat...unfocused, perhaps would be the right word for it. Unfocused and strangely enough, he even seemed a little off. Maybe if was just the fact that he was imagining the battle again, or maybe it was the harsh realization that he wasn't sure what he was feeling that brought him back, his green hues snapping upwards sharply and his expression changing into one of confusion rather than friendliness as his expression usually portrayed.
He looked to be in some far off world as his green hues trailed away from her again, and he signed a little. Was it so unusual for him to be uncomfortable? True; he had never been that good in social situations, flirting when things got too uncomfortable or personal, but this was Apirva. He could trust her...at least, that was what he believed. He wasn't quite sure whether he was ready to examine the possibility that he could actually like Apirva. As in, having a crush on her...but perhaps that was what it was. It would explain the weirdness and the sudden rush that this new and strange emotion gave him. Was this so confusing after all? Or was Timberpaw just trying to avoid the truth, trying to keep them both safe from the mystery and heartbreak that came along with having a crush? Besides, I don't stand a chance. She deserves somebody who can take care of her and give her the attention she deserves. I'm just not good at that. Timberpaw thought with a sigh and a dejected flick of his tail.
More than anything, he wanted to talk to her and tell her how he felt, but...these emotions were too new. It was too early for him to be sure, and it wouldn't be long before he would find out whether it was real or not. He heard her quiet mutter and that sent his own mind to thinking. Yeah...probably something pretty, like her...it's just a fact, not like I personally have noticed it... Timberpaw thought, embarrassment causing his pelt to heat up at an uncomfortable rate. He could hardly believe his own thoughts right now...was this what having a crush was? Having her on his mind all the time, barely able to look at her without his pelt getting set on fire?

Apurva looked at Timberpaw, then away again. He seemed very unfocused and uncomfortable to her, and she wondered why, but knew that it was his own decision to tell her or not, and she pushed the question to the back of her mind, forgetting about it for the time being. Hadn't Maplefur said they gave her the name Maplepaw? But, her name's Maplefur. I wonder why..... It's got to be so confusing, having your name change multiple times.... She thought, her thoughts now drifting to a random topic. “Y-yeah.... I'm okay....” she said, not quite paying attention. She'd never felt this way towards anyone, but she wasn't quite sure she liked the way it felt. It made her uncomfortable and her pelt feel hot, and she didn't like that part. She couldn't quite understand why she felt this way. But she felt for certain that she could trust Timberpaw, if she couldn't, then she wasn't sure who she could trust. Maybe she could trust Blade, and Maplefur, and this Fria, but she was still a bit uncertain about all three of them. She looked up again, the far off look vanishing from her leafy green hues, being replaced by a slightly uncertain and nervous expression. She saw that the friendliness was gone is his eyes, and confusion replacing it. She realized that he was probably as confused at her. But, what was he confused about? She looked down again, shifting nervously, then quickly started to lick out her fur, though she wondered if she should clean his pelt to make it feel more even? No, then they'd be crossing their heads, and that'd be real tricky, plus, she didn't really want to ask him if she could, so she dismissed the whole idea. Everything that was going on at the moment, it was just so... overwhelming. Recovering from battle, joining the Clan, finding the time to sneak away to the TwolegPlace to check on Blade, and this new, strange feeling with Timberpaw. She glanced at Timberpaw, but remained silent, deep in her own thoughts. She looked up uncertainly, wondering if she should say something to make this moment a bit less uncomfortable. She looked up, studying the den's roof, then peering at the snow that fell don't softly outside the entrance. Whenever one landed, she picked a new one and repeated it again, over and over again. After several long moments, she looked back at him, her eyes half closed from tiredness. She looked down at her pelt, which was pretty much clean now, so there was no point in cleaning it anymore. She looked down, then nudged him timidly with her muzzle. “I'm clean now.” she said quietly, her ears back nervously.