ThunderClan Clearing

[Epiales]

★ Mothdust ★



It was a mess, the whole thing. And he had seen it with his own eyes. Sure, he had seen death, but this seemed much more. Of course, he didn't know the cat very well...

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✩ Honeydew ✩


He couldn't stand the sight of blood. He as well, didn't know the cat, but the thought of it... he couldn't even think....

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✧ Mushroomcloud ✧


He stayed close to his mate. Looking over at Mothdust every now and then nervously.

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✮ Mosspaw ✮


Mosspaw couldn't unsee what he saw. Blood, a dead cat. The images swirled.


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✧ Willowpaw ✧


they stared at the mess, but didn't flinch, to cry, or wonder. They just stared, before finally being pulled away from the scene.

[vellichor]

•° Timberkit °•
Dreamwalker • Flock Together I • Kitty Softpaws

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Loud loud loud. It was so loud outside that even when Timberkit tried to shove her whole entire paws into her ears, it didn't block out all the yelling and screeching. So finally, the little cat gave in, got up, and wandered to the nursery entrance. Aaaand she saw nothing but a big old crowd of cats. They were yelling and howling and gasping and crying, Timberkit's curiosity nearly got the better of her. Until not one but several of the older cats hissed at her and the other kits to get in the nursery. She flattened her ears but did as she was told with a grumble. Back to the nursery she went.

// open \\

[Hestia!]

Mousekit was bounding around, playing with a butterfly
( @Fawnheart<3 )

[Beetle_Fettle]

Originally Posted by Tecumori

Plumpaw - 18/100
ThunderClan | 7m | he/she/they
Agatha Kitty || Silver Tongue || Mind Reader

He shouldn’t have stayed out here. He should have dragged himself and his sister into the den by force. What he just saw… what he was seeing… what was he seeing? One moment Bumblestar was kneeling before Violetfreckle, and then the next she was bleeding. Throat shredded by invisible claws, killing her instantly. A gruesome sight that Plumpaw would have nightmares about later.

Warriors rushed to her aid, though what they could possibly do for her now was beyond him. Clanmates wailed, rambled of whether this was truly the end for their leader. But Mudhound-- Muddy-beast as Plum knew them-- was shouting something that confused the young apprentice. Confident words that their obviously dead leader would ‘come back’.

Plumpaw respected the warrior as much as anyone else, but that had to be the dumbest thing he'd ever heard. His denial was worse than his sisters. No one comes back from death. That's absurd!

But sure enough, sure as blood was red, she woke from the dead. The wound on her neck sealing in place, healed by possibly the same invisible forces that had torn Bumblestar's…. Except, the ‘she’ in this case was not for Bumblestar. Violetfreckle… dead just a moment ago, but alive again.

Time slowed for him, but his thoughts were racing. This wasn’t real. Cats don’t just come back to life. Three cats had died, and in mere minutes one of them was back, another expected to return soon after.

Plumpaw backed into the opening of the den, hiding his small frame in the leaves and vines while his head peered out from the entrance. He was technically still inside and hoped that would be enough to avoid punishment. He just… he had to see if Bumblestar would wake up next.

@Barnaby (mentioned Fleckpaw)
–– Image credits go to SableSteel; Author of Clangen ––

Fleckpaw

She also watche din horror from the leader dyeing to Violetfreckles half death. The she wailed for her mentor but knew she had to be inside the apprentice den.
Fleckpaw layed their eyes wide, fur still raised and claws digging into the moss bed. While she leaned against Plumpaw also looking outside all she could think about was Violetfreckle and wondering if she was ok, her mentor has been through so much.

[Beetle_Fettle]

Fleckpaw

Fleck rushed to her mentor not careing about the rules. "Violetfreckle! Are you ok! please be ok!?," she said with watery eyes and her chest aching. She knew that they were alive after what happened but still need to make sure.

(Sorry for late reaction with her have been really busy)
@vellichor

[Starfall]

 

Originally Posted by Cherry~

Spiderthroat seemed deep in thought when Drizzlenight found him, so he wasn't too surprised at the curt response. Seeing a deputy focused and thinking was always an encouraging and welcome thing. Not wanting to distract him for too long, Drizzlenight launched into his reason for being there.

"I was speaking with Bumblestar the other day; I mentioned that I think we need a proper evacuation plan in place for the Clan, and that we should practice that every so often. Just in case we end up in another Haggard Ruins situation or something like it. We'd have cats assigned to specific jobs- help the sick and injured, help the kits, help the high ranks if the Hornets are unable to and they're overwhelmed or badly injured. A few strong cats would stay behind and do one last sweep of the dens before leaving themselves.

"In addition, having a set place to congregate would be wise, so we don't have cats running panicked through the whole territory. A backup location in case the first is compromised would also be smart, I think. Practicing the plan, say, once a season would be good, to keep it fresh in everyone's minds. I'd ask for volunteers for each of the jobs, since I'd rather have a cat who chose to be there helping me than a cat forced to be there."

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch

Hm, this was new. Now his attention was piqued, eyes now on the Warrior who was speaking to him. Taking a second to properly think about it all before nodding his head. "I agree with that plan, the Haggard Ruins was a mess, many injured when there was no need, one died I believe." a pause as he recalled the absolute chaos that was their former home.

"If you're able, you have my support. But I don't want this to be half finished, I don't want minimal effort in this I want all your effort, as well as those who volunteer. This isn't a fun event...lives are on the line and kit's are easy to mold and fool." he said, his tone taught and his gaze narrowed.

"But...good lookin out and tossin the idea out in the first place." a rare compliment, something the deputy didn't often hand out.

[occultation]

 

Originally Posted by Estelle

It was a fairly nice day, if a bit cold for the thinly-furred, and for some time now Poppykit had been simply stuck staring at the almost white-looking sky. Only, she'd been watching for so long, the wobbly kitten was getting bored. You see, she had recently learned that her littermate Plumy had become an apprentice, just like FleckFleck! But that meant that she was all alone in the nursery again, at least until she found Pap and Mumzie and Acorn and Eel.

Why hadn't she become an apprentice yet? She didn't know, nor think about it, but chances were that it had to do with the long time she spent being sick in the meddie's den. Much had changed during that time, too! For instance, it was suddenly far more grey and gloomy and cold outside, and everyone seemed to be in some sort of foul mood. On top of that, two of her siblings had seemingly disappeared, alongside Pap and Mumzie! She still didn't understand where they could be. She looked everywhere already with no avail, and now all she could do was wait for their return - but she got so bored.

FleckFleck and Plumy were busy doing grown-cat stuff, while she was still figuring out all the changes and disappearances and how to keep herself busy on her lonesome. So! What better way to keep busy than to pester the nearest grown cat? She remembered Mr.Crunchy Goat's story about the squirrels and the frogs (were they frogs? She couldn't remember), and was positively dying for another fun story.

So she did what any sensible kit would do in that situation, and that was wobbling across the clearing to the nearest interesting-looking cat. Her movements were still rather clumsy as she went, paws much too spread out when she walked, and stumbling - if not falling - every few steps as she approached her victim. But as always, Poppykit was entirely unaware of this difference in movement (she had hardly seen any other kits, or cats in general, over the past three moons after all), tripping to a halt in front of what must be a warrior - just like her Pap!

"Mister, mister!"
She called, head craning to look upwards, eyes momentarily squinting to get a good look at this cat's face.
"Can mister tell Poppy a story?"
Though it was a question, the patched tabby already let herself fall back onto her hind. She sat at the ready, expectantly looking up at Drizzlenight with wide hazel eyes, as though he had already agreed to her request. After all, why would he refuse?


[ @Cherry~ ]

Drizzlenight was loafing off to the side of the clearing, his paws tucked neatly under him. Blue eyes turned as movement heading in direction was caught in his peripheral vision. It was a kit, wobbling towards him on rather unstable legs.

It was a little odd, he thought, for a kit that big to still be walking like that. He figured Drizzlecloud, and by extension Bumblestar, was aware of the problem. Drizzlenight wasn't sure how a kit on such unsteady legs could manage to be a warrior, but perhaps if that wasn't a good path Bumblestar could find another use for her. He vaguely remembered some "Caretaker" role that Sparrowstar had made; it seemed that rank had disappeared, but perhaps it could make a comeback.

His ears perked as the kit spoke to him, addressing him more politely than possibly any other kit ever had. She requested a story, and then promptly fell back on her hindlegs as if he'd already said yes. The whole thing made his grinchy heart melt just a little bit. Only a little, however.

Clearing his throat, he rose into a sitting position. "Sure, why not. Not like I currently have anything better to do. Let's see... Hm, a long time ago, and I mean a long, long time ago, there were these cats. They all lived together in one group, and everything was happy and peaceful. Sure, they had their diseases and their runs with predators, but they enjoyed a good life with one another."

He leaned forward a bit. "But nothing ever lasts forever, as they say. One night, a terrible storm came. During that storm, a rival rogue group decided to launch an attack. The outcome was terrible! Cats dying left and right, their screeches ripping through the air like claws slicing through flesh. By the time the storm receded, almost everyone was dead.

"It was a sad, sad day for this group. They spent three days burying all of the dead, mourning and lost in grief. But soon, that grief turned into anger. Cats began turning on one another, breaking seasons-long promises to always be loyal to each other. Blame was cast around like a hot stone, with everyone having their own opinion on why this terrible tragedy occurred."

He leaned back, tail sweeping low along the ground. "Four of these cats were named Thunder, River, Shadow, and Wind. They were the loudest of the group, with their own ideas booming out above the others like claps of thunder. Over the next moon, this group- a group that was once as tightly-knit as family- split into four. They became groups known by the names of their leaders."

Drizzlenight swept a paw across the air to emphasize his next point. "Many seasons passed, and eventually these groups got so big that they could no longer just call themselves rogue groups. They needed a better name. One night, the night of a full moon, the leaders gathered under a temporary truce and decided to call themselves Clans. And so, they became ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan. This was also the night when the tradition of the Gathering was established." A stupid tradition we all could do without.

"The Clans have lived on ever since, fighting amongst one another for territory, prey, herbs, and sometimes just plain and simple ego. Throughout their history, one lesson from their origin has remained: nothing can last forever, whether good or bad."

( @Alchemist Kitsune Feel free to have Spruce drop by and listen! )

[Star]

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Moonfeather
She/Her
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
Moonfeather dragged herself out of the Warriors' Den, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Things seemed to have settled down a bit, and yet everything that happened seemed unbelievable. Never in her life would she had expected anything like this to happen, not to her Clan. Not to ThunderClan. Not to Bumblestar or any of the warriors here.
She glanced around desperately trying to meet her Clanmates eyes. She wanted answers. Why did this happen? Surely there has to be a reason for all this. After all, she was not around when it actually happened.

{OPEN RP}
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[elio]

Originally Posted by arsenicCatnip

Mousekit was bounding around, playing with a butterfly
( @Fawnheart<3 )

Cloverdove smiled from her sunny patch of grass, mousekit was getting so big !! “Mousekit,” she called to the kit, “Do you wanna learn to hunt leaves,” as dining with a grin, “or my tail.” She knew the kit was close to becoming an apprentice and she felt that it would be a fun - yet useful - way to spend the good weathered afternoon.

[Hestia!]

Originally Posted by Fawnheart<3

Cloverdove smiles from her sunny patch of grass, mousekit was getting so big !! “Mousekit,” she called to the kit, “Do you wanna learn to hunt leave.” She knew the kit was close to becoming an apprentice and she felt that it would be a fun - yet useful - way to spend the good weathered afternoon.

Mousekit whipped around to the she-cat with stars in sea's eyes "really?! you mean it??!"

(mousekit is so sweet I'm going to cry if baby gets traumatized by clan life [if... if is good] so exited too )