Cloverkit {Open for Interactions}
The small kit lay in the nursery
her small body shivering as she curled herself tighter in the large nest fit for more than just the long furred she-kit. Her mother had gone out and has yet to return... She's been gone for what felt like moons though it's actually coming to the 5th day her mother had been missing. Cloverkit is a mere 2 moons old reaching the age of 2 only a day prior... What the cold kit didn't know yet was that her mother wasn't returning and she had been left alone in the clan. Letting out a sigh the kit fluffed her fur some in attempt to block out the cold feeling. Despite the warmth of the nursery the kits mother had chosen a nest in the darkest coldest corner of the nursery leaving the kit freezing when alone yet the kit refused to move nests as it was her and her mother's even if she wasn't coming back.
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– owlbranch ;
--padding into the clearing, the tom geared his way through from the mouth of camp, fur ruffled. he had gotten out for a bit, wanting to take a quick breath of air to simply think for a moment. now, he took some time to groom his matted pelt, considering whether to visit his mate in the nursery, or whether he should go out again to actually hunt something. though his heart longed for bristletail, he couldn't help but feel… hurt. the scent of another along her pelt… he shivered.
perhaps it'd be best to sit aside for a moment or two.
--padding into the clearing, the tom geared his way through from the mouth of camp, fur ruffled. he had gotten out for a bit, wanting to take a quick breath of air to simply think for a moment. now, he took some time to groom his matted pelt, considering whether to visit his mate in the nursery, or whether he should go out again to actually hunt something. though his heart longed for bristletail, he couldn't help but feel… hurt. the scent of another along her pelt… he shivered.
perhaps it'd be best to sit aside for a moment or two.
open.
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| Burnetnose |
| They/Them |
| A gray and ginger tabby cat; Yellow eyes |
~ Burnetnose quickly padded out of the warriors den going in for a looooooong stretch. Oh that was a good one. Burnetnose smacked their mouth a few times like one does once they wake up. The usual. Hey. Maybe. Just maybe this time someone could go hunting with them. Yeah! When was the last time they climbed a tree for a squirrel or bird? Starclan, Thats one of the best feelings theyve ever experienced. The gray and ginger tabby looked around the clearing before yellow eyes falling onto a cream pelt. Burnetnose did one more stretch before padding over to the tom. Little did they know of the relations this clanmate had.
Hey! Wanna hunt with me? No one else accepted my offer last time so I decided to take it into my own paws ya know?" ~
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--- "fret not, mother. the hunt of the 'gods' ended on the night the blizzard laid waste to the plateau of leng."
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– owlbranch ;
--while he thought, owlbranch noticed from out of the corner of his swamp-green eyes, that a cat drew himself closer. burnetnose. padding forwards, the grey and ginger tabby warrior invited him to a hunt. his scent reminded him of someone, though he simply couldn't put his paw on it. it was probably because he was a clanmate, no worries. "Hey! Wanna hunt with me? No one else accepted my offer last time so I decided to take it into my own paws ya know?" they invited. owlbranch smiled. "i'd love to." he purred in response, rising. "shall we go?" his mews were soft, his tail gently swaying behind him.
Getting the nasty dirt off his tongue the apprentice went back to just rolling around on the ground. Dirt went all over his pelt the black turning lighter. He then moved around almost flopping around as if he was a fish out of water. This was a lot of Fun! Wildkit felt himself slide a bit and he ended up rolling further and further away from his spot. Minutes later he felt fur on his back and his head moved back, making his body just flop over. He let out a small giggle. "Oh Hi!", he meowed. Small tiny purrs and giggles escaped through him.
Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
alderstep
he/him
thunderclan
russet tabby w/ white paws, green eyes
Out of the corner of his eye, Alderstep could see the kit resume his rumble and tumble. It was concerning. If he kept flopping about, he'd tumble right out of camp. A queen better show up soon before ThunderClan had a wailing kit on their paws. The warrior looked away, deciding that whatever the kit was doing no longer concerned him. Sure, he was an odd kit. He'd let his mother figure out the furball, though.
Except that wasn't a choice anymore, as the kit rolled right into him. Alderstep looked down at the kit, whose pelt was full of dirt. Eugh. He pushed the kit away from him (gently, though honestly, he'd have shoved the kit if not for his innate fear of angry queens), shifting back at the same time. And now he was purring! Alderstep flicked his tail irritatedly. "What?" he demanded. It was clear the kit had no business with the warrior, but perhaps asking would drive the furball away. It was the best logic Alderstep could produce, anyway.
It was ingrained in her head, the body, the blood, the picturesque pines surrounding it. It was ShadowClan, again. ShadowClan killing them over and over again, drawing up blood. The body wasn't across the border, as far is she could tell. Maybe, maybe it was their fault just another stupid murdering who had been seeing nothing but bloodlust. Her mistake, her mistake. If she had been faster, if she had moved quicker, she could have stopped it, could have caught them. But, no, no, no. She had failed and they were dead and now it was either Hazel or Dawnpaw.
Pick a cat, any cat, and they'll be dead before you can learn to love them.
Feet wet with blood, Foxflurry stumbled to a stop inside the clearing. She couldn't freeze, she had to find them. "Hazelpaw! Dawnpaw! Get out here, dammit!" Stars danced around her head, stealing memories and wiping her cares. If they saw her now, blood spattered and frenzied, what could she say. There was a body at the border and it might as well have been her sisters. "Have you seen them." Words muttered to the closest cat. "Did you hear me? Have you seen Hazelpaw or Dawnpaw?"
I don't know if they're alive. I don't know if they're alive.
Alarm and shock surged in his chest as a familiar voice rang with terror in the clearing. Sootfur sprinted out of the warrior cat just in time to hear about Hazelpaw and Dawnpaw. What? What is it about the two-
But his doubt was soon cleared out by terrible, stunning news. "What..?!"
Sootfur quickly run toward Foxflurry, noticing just then how terrified and ruffled the young warrior appeared. "Foxflurry, which border are you talking about?"Please, don't tell me it is Shadowclan, not Shadowclan again...
He glanced frantically around the clearing, wide blue eyes surveying all the present cats with a silent command. "All the presents! Immediately look up in every den whether Hazelpaw or Dawnpaw are there. Where are their mentors?! We need to know if they're out!"
Turning again on the panicking she-cat, he looked at her with a soft glance and told her: "Now, please breath in. Good, now out. We'll find them, ok? Go and help you clanmates look into the dens." He suggested so that she could do something instead of getting crazy just waiting for the two young cats to show up.
"I'm going to the border and try to take the body back before something gets it." He turned again and raised his head to let out a yowl: "If someone, one of you may come with me at the border!"
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[ @carmen OPEN to 1 cat coming with Sootfur at the border! I'll write there directly! ]
Re: ThunderClan Clearing
