Dispite the rest she desperately needed, the old shecat always loved to attend meetings. Though, now she was an elder and no longer a warrior. She shook off the thoughts. "I can still attend meetings." She proudly told herself, approching the thunderwillow, soon sitting down by it, curling her fluffy tail around her paws.
Hearing the call of the silver bengal leader, Flamepaw skidded to be under the Thunderwillow, her expression was full of excitement and delight. This would be the second meeting she has attended in the Clan, and no doubt was in her eyes that she would enjoy seeing the leader, whoever it may be, on the branch.
“Hurry up, everyone!” She purred. “Today might be important!”
Then again, that’s what Flamepaw thought about everything Cinderstar said. No matter if it was in a meeting or not, the young orange and white green-eyed tabby always knew something would happen. It was in Clan nature- whether something happened within the Clan or outside of it.
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Mapleleaf stepped out of the shade of a tree to witness the meeting. The calico understood its importance, despite the lack of information at the moment. With Wishpaw’s random disappearance, she hoped to get another apprentice. She loved to teach the young members of the Clan what it meant to be a warrior, no matter if they were stubborn or not. It gave her good practice for when she may have her own kits.
“Come on, Thunderblaze, let’s see what Cinderstar has in store for us this time!” She purred soothingly. The she-cat was glad to see her mate be himself again, and especially with his brother’s recent death. It took some time, of course, but she always had faith in him. “We can sit over here!”
She gestured to a secluded spot, knowing how Thunderblaze wasn’t all that social, but she still tried to get it somewhat close to the pending crowd. After all, how could she hear her Clanmate’s thoughts and how they feel about a certain subject?
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Whatever sort of reaction she had expected from the younger feline, absolute wonder and awe weren't high on the list at all. Grey eyes widened slightly as Crowpaw began to gush over her collection of trinkets, and a wider smile began to split across her muzzle.
"I-I love collecting things," she stated, unable to keep the delighted purr from her voice at the apprentice's enthusiasm. "I um, I'd love to see your collection too! I'm sure--well it's a bit tricky when you're an apprentice and can't go out alone, but there are LOTS of cool things out in the territory to nab."
No one else had really CARED about her affinity for collecting things except Cinderstar and her littermates, so to see this cat so enthused made her little collecting heart practically sing with joy. Brain whirring through possibilities, she almost jumped out of her nest as a delightful thought flitted through.
"If um... If you'd like, I could take you to my favorite collecting spots when its not so hot?" she suggested, fur practically vibrating in excitement. "Firefly Cove has the BEST spot for shells, and I can even teach you the best trees to find downy feathers in! Pebbles, leaves, and snail shells could be ANYWHERE out there, so we could go on a... on a treasure hunt!"
A treasure hunt. That was the most fantastic idea she'd ever had. Hopefully Crowpaw would be as enthused about the possibilities as she was; she was barely able to contain the anticipatory twitches of her tail as she thought of all the fascinating places she could show this younger cat.
Crowpaw never thought they’d meet another cat as passionate (if not more passionate) about collecting than themself! Listening to her go on and on about her wonderful wisdom on great collection-spots just filled their little kleptomaniac heart up with all sorts of joy. She was exactly who they aspired to be -- an expert collector! Then when she brought up sea-shells, Crowpaw nearly exploded. “I LOOOOVE SEASHELLS! YESYESYES!!!” The small apprentice was leaping for joy at this point. “I’ve been wanting to go out and look for seashells for sooooooo loooong now, but I can’t just leave because of the rule-code or whatever, but now YOU could take me! This is so great!” It was a brilliant plan -- the best plan they’d ever came up with, actually. It almost felt too good to be true. An actual treasure hunt was in their future! Their collection was about to grow! Oh, they were so excited!!
Then Crowpaw realized something. They didn't know her name yet! Freezing their little hop-frenzy, they turned to face their new idol with curious, rounded blue eyes. "Wait! What do they call you here?"
// sorry for the delayed reply! been so busy >.< \\
They came zooming over to the Thunderwillow, excited for whatever Cinderstar had to say! As they waited for the meeting to begin, they looked around for their sibling Ravenpaw. Where could they be?? They had to sit together!
Out from the apprentices' den, Flamepaw awkwardly hobbled into the clearing and to the meeting. She felt a bit on edge, surrounded by everyone she had left behind... While yes, it appeared Cinderstar had forgiven her, the bengal still had a hard time coming face to face with everyone due the lingering feeling of guilt. It got a bit better day by day, but the fact still stood. Silently she found herself a comfortable spot, and sat. Her eyes swivelled over to the leader she had come to quickly admire. In this meeting she would probably get a mentor. And a new name. It felt... Strange, like a new beginning was about to happen yet at the same time, that very thought was strangely appealing to her. A new beginning, a second chance. Well, she still had to see where the meeting would actually lead, but still. Meanwhile, Vixenkit was still sleeping and would join the meeting shortly (normally).
[ @marni, openish ill probably reply every other day or so idk ]
The golden feline slips out of the den after Cinderstar, green eyes tracing the soft features of her mate in the sunlight. She felt warm and content. As the silver she-cat watches their Clanmates, Nectarflame continues to watch her. In all of her time here, she never imagined that she would turn into such a... Soft, doting lover. And yet here she was, peacefully observing the best thing to have happened to her thus far. A soft smile faintly surfaces upon her maw for a heartbeat before the cat pads out to a shady patch of the clearing to view the meeting. She did not worry about being close today, she knew what was going to happen, and she was quite prepared (and quite sure that her love was prepared too).
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Swiftheart and Snowfur walked up to Cinderstar. "Sorry we were missing..." They said together. @marni
"We went hunting, then we got lost chasing off a rouge," Swiftheart said.
Cinderstar
Turning from where she had been burying a catch, Cinderstar blinked as she noticed the paw steps she'd heard approaching belonged to two cats who had gone missing from the Clan awhile back. "You got lost in your own territory?" she asked curiously, wondering how in StarClan two full grown warriors managed such an irresponsible feat.
Larkstorm perked up when she saw Cindersky, one of the warriors of her lost Clan. “Cindersky!” The black tabby purred, approaching Cindersky. “It’s great to see you. How’s ThunderClan? Is Dawnstar still leader of ThunderClan? And what about Mistpaw…but wait.” Larkstorm stopped herself from further questioning Cindersky about the Clan. “You asked where I’ve been, and you’re probably wondering why I left as well.”Larkstorm sat down with a sigh, carefully moving her sore leg so she didn’t irritate it. “When everything happened with Dawnstar and Nectarflame I kind of just…broke. ThunderClan wasn’t the Clan that I had been raised in my kithood, and to be honest I wasn’t sure if it really was ThunderClan anymore. So I figured I would stay away for a few days, to clear my head. I was on the edge of Clan territory when a dog attacked me. It was savage, and I think it almost clawed my leg off. I thought I was dead, but then a pair of Twolegs found me. They took me to their den, where I was forced to stay for a while before I finally managed to escape.” Larkstorm gestured to her leg. “It’s still a bit sore, even though the Twolegs took me to the Cutter. But I’m ok now. And I was hoping to come back to my Clan. I’ve been gone too long, Cindersky. So please tell me, who’s the leader of ThunderClan?”
Cinderstar
Bombarded with questions, the silver spotted she-cat's whiskers twitched in amusement as they just seemed to tumble from Larkstorm. It was to be expected; they had gone missing back during the time of Dawnstar's short-lived takeover of ThunderClan.
Listening intently to the reasonings that the warrior give, Cinderstar kept her expression neutral as she worked to think it over in her head. Many of the cats she had ran into seemed to have done the same think, and while it did irritate the gray furred she-cat, a part of her could understand. It made her willing to give them one chance upon returning, so long as they understood that the life of a warrior meant not running away when things got tough.
"The moons where Dawnstar took over were hard and difficult, so clearing one's head is to be expected. I am sorry to hear about your run-in with the dog. And as weird as two-leg's art, at least it seems they were able to make it better." She didn't know what sort of herbs two-legs had access to but whichever ones they were, were good ones.
Her next question was one Cinderstar had been expecting, and she offered the tiniest of soft smiles. "Dawnstar left, and ThunderClan has been working hard together to restore our status as a Clan. At a meeting three moons ago, the Clan voted for myself to be its leader, and for Sparrowflight to be my deputy."
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| Softpaw of Thunderclan |
Okay well, that outing was a fail considering she got caught by twolegs, had she gone out of the territory or did they come to here? She didn't know, either way posed possible risk for her or her clanmates. Mom was going to kill her when she got back, 100%, she KNEW that, all Softpaw could hope was that she wasn't forbidden from exiting ever again, but that did seem absurd so things would be fine.
Besides, right now the other half of her focus was on this stupid thing around her neck, it wasn't a collar and it didn't jingle, but was some kinda shiny, uncomfortable, scratchy thing with a weird. . .butterfly shape kind of? She had no idea what this thing was but she hated it with a passion. It felt like it was choking her [although it, actually wasn't. . .it was on JUST fine] and again, it was so stupidly scratchy and itchy and and it made her fur feel all. . .eughhhh.
Softpaw just wanted out of this misery.
| @marni [Welp. . .I am expecting a long and lengthy lecture, also to explain, the 'thing' around Softpaw's neck is a bow]
Cinderstar
Worry had been gnawing at her for quite some time as she scoured the territory. Blue eyes brimming with worry, Cinderstar scented the air here and there, hoping to come across even a faint trace of Softpaw's scent. Her daughter had gone missing, and the silver bengal blamed nobody but herself. She had meant to set aside time to talk with the young she-cat, but that time had slipped through her paws like sand. If anything had happened to her...
Finally there was a hint of something, followed by the sound of paw steps. Cinderstar recognized it immediately and turned sharply to cut through a patch of undergrowth. Emerging on the other side brought into her view Softpaw. "There you are!" she breathed, relief tumbling from her as she dashed forward, paws extended to envelope Softpaw in a hug. "Stars, Softpaw, you scared me! Where have you been??"
It had been at least half a day since she had regained consciousness, and to be frank, she had no idea where she was going. The rank stench from her wounds truly made her want to tear her nose off, because she smell like a rotting corpse, which was a painful reminder of what had happened nearly 4 days ago. Dragging herself along, leaning up against anything she could to steady herself, Houndspirit found herself following that dry, thin blood trail and her own scent to make it make to the border. The border was so close, she could smell the freshly marked scent lines.
Wincing with every step, she felt the scab and nasty dried stuff on her wounds stretch, some broken and new blood oozed out. God, she looked like a mess. Her mouth was dry. She was so, so thirsty and and missed Rainhound. She missed her mate so much. Her legs started to shake feverishly, and a couple fox lengths away from the border, she started to wobble. Oh no. Ooooh no. This wasn't good, she was so close! Her eyes widened. Maybe if she called for help... "Rainhound?" it was the most shamelessly safe name she could think of, but it seemed to be in vain. Slipping a bit, she lost her balance and crashed to the ground. It was almost dark. She didn't want to spend another sleepless night out here. She didn't.
[ I will be holding off on this one until the cause of her disappearance has been sorted out ]
Thrushfur swiftly entered below the willow with his feathery fur ruffled up irritated. Seeing Cinderstar overhead on the Thunderwillow reigning supreme like the Thunderclan leader she is. He licked his shoulder to soothe his tense thoughts. His ears direct to attentively listen to Cinderstar as she would conclude the meeting once the rest of his clanmates gather aroud. His blue eyes wavered around, the patters of paws echoing into his ears. His gave his chest a few quick licks to buy his time until Cinderstar would continue the meeting.
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