ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Moonfur

Smallpaw turned around, looking at the kit. They were almost the same size as him now. Smiling, Smallpaw looked at the other cat. "Hello Ramora!" He mewed, flicking his tail. "I'm good, how about you?" He purred. His eyes looked at Ramora, they had been spending a lot of time with Zerosight..I ask them later..

Remorakit waved their grey-and-white tail. "I'm not bad at all! It's so amazing, all this snow! It's just that there isn't a lot of food, is there?" remarked the small cat, furrowing their brow.

[judas]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

Remorakit waved their grey-and-white tail. "I'm not bad at all! It's so amazing, all this snow! It's just that there isn't a lot of food, is there?" remarked the small cat, furrowing their brow.

Smallpaw let out a small laugh, "No, I guess not. Hey Ramorakit I have a question…why are spending so much time with Zerosight? Please don't claw my ears off!" He mewed. Smallpaw leaned back, hoping his friend wouldn't get upset a the question.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Moonfur

Smallpaw let out a small laugh, "No, I guess not. Hey Ramorakit I have a question…why are spending so much time with Zerosight? Please don't claw my ears off!" He mewed. Smallpaw leaned back, hoping his friend wouldn't get upset a the question.

Remorakit shrugged. "I've been cleaning up, it's a mess." They glanced to their left, hoping that their friend wouldn't ask for details. Changing the subject, they meowed, "Wanna play, Small?" Remora's tail swished.

(It's Remora, btw)

[judas]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

Remorakit shrugged. "I've been cleaning up, it's a mess." They glanced to their left, hoping that their friend wouldn't ask for details. Changing the subject, they meowed, "Wanna play, Small?" Remora's tail swished.

(It's Remora, btw)

Can you oh idk.........DESTROY AUTO CURRECT? Please c: ))
Small smiled, "I bet.." He imagined Remorakit running around, picking their way threw old leafs. "I hope you don't forget about me you know?" He purred, pawing at Remora. "Sure," he mewed as the cat asked to play. He crouched down, "What do you want to do?" He mewed.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Moonfur

Can you oh idk.........DESTROY AUTO CURRECT? Please c: ))
Small smiled, "I bet.." He imagined Remorakit running around, picking their way threw old leafs. "I hope you don't forget about me you know?" He purred, pawing at Remora. "Sure," he mewed as the cat asked to play. He crouched down, "What do you want to do?" He mewed.

"Uh, hmm... I dunno," they admitted. "We could play mossball?" Remorakit blinked curiously.

[JustJoye]

Originally Posted by Maplefur

(I just love when my mentions don't work. Though I swear I spelled it right... Oh well here goes again xD)
@Teggy

Fogfire opened her mouth, not quite sure what to say. Yes, you're right. It's very hard to go anywhere with him without being pushed to the side every time whenever some other cat comes up. What's wrong with me? Why can't he just like me? But no, instead he likes every other she-cat besides me! She couldn't say this, though, so she stayed quiet, forcing a blank look on her face. She didn't dare look over at Nettlenose, instead keeping her attention on the entrance as if Thunderstrike would actually come back.

She was more than relieved when the topic of conversation changed, and she was able to focus back on the tom besides her. "Well, your attitude sure changed quickly," she gently teased, brown eyes sparkling. Fogfire took in his grim look, and quickly dropped her smile. "Hey, don't look so down. It happens to the best of us. I mean, I haven't ran into any trees per say, but I do a great deal of falling into rivers. It's a good thing I know how to swim!" Attempting to brighten the conversation again, the fluffy cat turned the teasing attention onto herself.

"I hope it's not too serious, though," Fogfire added on afterwards. "Do you feel dizzy? Unable to concentrate? Is it hot?" Hesitating momentarily, she raised her nose to feel the bump. "No, it's not hot," she answered her own question. The grey molly pulled back, embarrassment suddenly clutching her. "Sorry if that hurt. I was just- um- worried." Her voice was hushed as she went back to tracing patterns in the dirt, something she found herself doing quite often now as a way to distract herself.

Nettle cocked his head and leaned a little closer. What was she doing? Thinking? About a question so simple? No, he thought, and let out a sigh. Though he knew that friendships took a long time to build, he was eager to get to know Fogfire, she seemed interesting and kind, he liked that about her. Nettlenose leaned back and let out a breath in an attempt to let go of the situation. He forced a smile, hoping it wouldn’t remain as insincere as he believed it looked.

He listened carefully to her words of consolation.

“Thanks,” he mewed, head now bowed by his shoulder, amber-green eyes looking up. “I don’t really enjoy having a ump the size of a rabbit’s tail on my head, if you can imagine that.” His fake smile widened and became genuine. His ears perked and he gave a chuckle to her after the small joke. It became clear how easy it was to talk to Fogfire.

“Oh, I don’t thi--,” the grey tabby-and-white’s answer was cut short. The molly’s muzzle was already atop his head, her fur twining with his for a small moment. His eyes, not knowing where to go, fled to his paws and inspected the ground as she did the same to his skull. He winced as she pulled back, suddenly noticing the pain. “It’s okay.” He spoke the words breathlessly.

“Well, uh, I can’t blame you,” Nettlenose replied with an awkward tone. His smile became crooked and strange, morphing on his face until he finally decided on a pose. His tail was kinked around his paws as they shuffled towards him, and he found himself becoming smaller in his uncertainty. “Are you ding anything this evening?” Nettle invited the idea of a get-together to her after a few moments of science. “I just remembered you were interested in my games? There are a few that you can play at night.”

[judas]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

"Uh, hmm... I dunno," they admitted. "We could play mossball?" Remorakit blinked curiously.

To be honest, Smallpaw didn't feel like moss ball. He would rather take a walk around the territory or explore the tunnels cats always talked about. The grey Tom looked at Remorakit. They couldn't go with him without a warrior. Smallpaw smiled more, waving his tail playfully. "Sure!" He mewed. Smallpaw was always afraid of loosing a cat close to him. Remora had been like a soul sibling while he was in the nursery. The Tom looked around for a ball of moss. Flicking his ears to catch any sign of relief. His head spun, Remora didn't want to be a medicine cat apprentice, did they? No… right? Smallpaw shook his head. Flicking his tail, he grabbed a moss ball and flung it a Remorakit. "Catch!" He mewed playfully.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Moonfur

To be honest, Smallpaw didn't feel like moss ball. He would rather take a walk around the territory or explore the tunnels cats always talked about. The grey Tom looked at Remorakit. They couldn't go with him without a warrior. Smallpaw smiled more, waving his tail playfully. "Sure!" He mewed. Smallpaw was always afraid of loosing a cat close to him. Remora had been like a soul sibling while he was in the nursery. The Tom looked around for a ball of moss. Flicking his ears to catch any sign of relief. His head spun, Remora didn't want to be a medicine cat apprentice, did they? No… right? Smallpaw shook his head. Flicking his tail, he grabbed a moss ball and flung it a Remorakit. "Catch!" He mewed playfully.

The kit jumped after the moss, batting it out of the air with their paw. Remora paused and studied their friend--He seemed worried. "What's wrong?" they asked, olive-green eyes fixed on Smallpaw. They hadn't missed the apprentice's expression, and had nearly forgotten the game. They frowned slightly, almost skeptical, and Remorakit's optics were narrowed halfway, as they hoped they didn't sound accusing.

[meraki]

@The Eye Of The Storm
@mapledash
@xxJaggededgexx

Bright were the eager eyes of the fluffy ginger kit as she sat on the dying grass. She'd only just found a small patch that was without the fluffy white snow. You'd thinking something new and fluffy like snow would entirely enthrall a kit of her age, but even though she was a mere three moons of age, Firekit highly disliked the cold precipitation.
As her pale blue-grey gaze wandered about the clearing, her eyes fell back down to her white paws, which nearly perfectly matched the snow that lay about the empty area of forest.
Directly in front of her fluffy paws lay a killed mouse, that lay untouched: except for the odd position of its broken neck. When Firekit had first started eating solids, she'd despised eating the prey. She'd be overwhelmed with pity for the creature's life, and its family.
But after the past moon, she'd come to the conclusion that prey such as the mouse before her were simply destined to be the clans' food. But that wasn't the reason she wasn't eating the mouse.
The reason, really, was simply that she wasn't hungry. She'd lost her appetite after hearing the story of the awful fire that's killed many and destroyed much of the clans. The horror of this more recent tale had given her a certain hatred for her name.
Of course, she'd been told several times that she was not, in fact, named after the devastation of the blaze. Firekit was named for her ginger pelt that resembled a flame. Finally, she looked up, blinking a few times as a small flake of snow landed on her small, pastel pink nose.
Shaking her head to clear away the flake, her eyes fell upon the forms of other cats, mingling and chatting. Firekit momentarily wondered if she'd make friends like that eventually. But after a moment of self pity, she went back to thinking of how truly lucky she was.

[Reverie]

Originally Posted by fire ♡

@The Eye Of The Storm
@mapledash
@xxJaggededgexx

Bright were the eager eyes of the fluffy ginger kit as she sat on the dying grass. She'd only just found a small patch that was without the fluffy white snow. You'd thinking something new and fluffy like snow would entirely enthrall a kit of her age, but even though she was a mere three moons of age, Firekit highly disliked the cold precipitation.

As her pale blue-grey gaze wandered about the clearing, her eyes fell back down to her white paws, which nearly perfectly matched the snow that lay about the empty area of forest.
Directly in front of her fluffy paws lay a killed mouse, that lay untouched: except for the odd position of its broken neck. When Firekit had first started eating solids, she'd despised eating the prey. She'd be overwhelmed with pity for the creature's life, and its family.

But after the past moon, she'd come to the conclusion that prey such as the mouse before her were simply destined to be the clans' food. But that wasn't the reason she wasn't eating the mouse.

The reason, really, was simply that she wasn't hungry. She'd lost her appetite after hearing the story of the awful fire that's killed many and destroyed much of the clans. The horror of this more recent tale had given her a certain hatred for her name.

Of course, she'd been told several times that she was not, in fact, named after the devastation of the blaze. Firekit was named for her ginger pelt that resembled a flame. Finally, she looked up, blinking a few times as a small flake of snow landed on her small, pastel pink nose.

Shaking her head to clear away the flake, her eyes fell upon the forms of other cats, mingling and chatting. Firekit momentarily wondered if she'd make friends like that eventually. But after a moment of self pity, she went back to thinking of how truely lucky she was.

Lampreykit joined her sister, her tawny-calico pelt shifting as she sat, her eyes wandered to her sister, "Hey, Firekit." She meowed, reluctantly.

Lamprey then started to ramble, hoping her sister wouldn't mind, but paused suddenly as she felt something underneath her paw, she turned it over, "A rock." She meowed, flipping it back over.

She then started to doze off.

(This is short, I apologize.)