Well, that thing had been resolved, but as the dark-furred Keeper headed to his other duties, something caught his eye, and he turned to watch as Poppypaw (who, when thinking about it, he hadn't seen around despite making a note of keeping a closer eye on what happened around camp) walked into camp. "Thrushfur-" He would refer to the new leader as -star only when they had gotten their new lives, no sooner "-is the new leader now after Sparrowstar apparently got taken by twolegs. Oh, and the Thunderwillow was struck by lightning during the most recent meeting." All extremely fun, as you could clearly understand by his monotone voice and largely expressionless face.
"But never mind that", he continued, fastening his piercing golden-yellow gaze in the apprentice. "Tell me where you have been... for a whole moon."
Poppy'Paw stared at her paws, taking in the information that seemed to hit her like a huge stone to the stomach. She took a deep breath before she spoke. "I...I went out to...Train myself...I.. I had finished my punishment of cleaning the elders free of ticks and...I wasnt being trained afterwards so I decided to go train myself...I didnt wait for Flameheart long enough and so I took it upon myself.." She explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
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Forest'Chaser walked into the den slowly, looking for his new leader, he turned and saw him and he smiled softly. "Congratulations of becoming the leader, even under the sad circumstances but this is not why I am here, I am here to ask for a challenge for your keeper role." He asked politely
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"Ah... Did you ever know Sparrowstar?" she asked the kit, who seemed unusually mature for her age. Cherryrain wondered if she was close to apprenticeship. The queen couldn't really remember being a kit herself... but it seemed awfully dull."
A little startled, Midnightkit replied, "I didn't really." She mumbled. "But he seemed... nice. Did you know Sparrowstar?" She asked a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to say to the slightly intimidating queen. She didn't have a whole lot of experience talking to those who were much older than her.
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A little startled, Midnightkit replied, "I didn't really." She mumbled. "But he seemed... nice. Did you know Sparrowstar?" She asked a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to say to the slightly intimidating queen. She didn't have a whole lot of experience talking to those who were much older than her.
Cherryrain sat down and rested her head on her paws, a distant look in her eyes. "Not personally no. I don't know that I ever really talked to Sparrowstar. But she was always our leader, you know? I guess I just kind of felt like she'd always be there, you know?" Cherryrain said, not expecting the kit to know what she was talking about at all.
"Easy for you to say, you weren't the one getting someone else's authority lorded over you for no reason other than just wanting to stoke their ego. You can move past it all you want, but I'm not going to follow your 'example'." He brushed off the information with little more than a flick of the ear, seemingly focused on their quarrel. It might have been a bad idea, but Goldenpaw wasn't a quitter nor a coward.
Still, he did know when to put his own distaste somewhat aside - this did affect the result of his rejoining, after all. So, with a heavy sigh, he started to actually explain his absence. I got lost in the territory and got attacked by birds" he mumbled under his breath, obviously not wanting to talk about it any more. Why would he? It was embarrassing! Stars, he could already imagine Hazelpaws reaction when he got to telling her about it.
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Goldenpaw was quite a pawful, and she didn't necessarily like the attitude that he was giving to Flameheart. The young tom was wrong about many things in this conversation, and quite frankly, the young Keeper was struggling to keep quiet about it. She didn't like the disrespect the apprentice was giving her and wished it would go away at some point in his life. "I am not asking for you to follow my example Goldenpaw. Please, don't milk a dead cow."
Whatever anger seemed to be bubbling in the young tom, he managed to spill out the truth and explain why he had been gone for so long. I thought Bumblebreak had already taught Goldenpaw the territory! UGH! Although she was frustrated with what she thought of her fellow Keeper, the young orange and white classic tabby Maine Coon swallowed her own anger and replied calmly to the rejoining apprentice. "Then I suggest you get to Sundust. Don't wander off without a warrior or Bumblebreak again. And keep your thoughts in check, if you were to go missing again you might not get as lucky as you did now. Not many cats put up with the backtalk and arguing."
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Somehow, Sharpeye managed to Summer-sault himself to Thrustfur's den. "Thrustfur? I heard about the Caretaker role you made. Is there anyway that I can be one? I don't want to sit in a den for the rest of my life! I want to help ThunderClan!" He said, catching his breath and waiting in an awkward position.
Thrushfur let his thoughts simply swirl in his brain as he scratched behind his ear. Of course, considering his clan and how his clan will function. He never really considered how much pondering would cause his brain to jumble up. He felt that it was way too early for this at all and that he still had to get acclimated to being the clan leader. He would be happy to return to his previous position as deputy for a short while. His leg held up in the air, his ears perked toward Sharpeye, and he stopped scratching behind his ear. Oh, the elder who retired way too early? He allowed his leg to fall to the ground. concentrating on what Sharpeye was saying. The elder, who was once merely an apprentice, wanted to assist around camp. He could comprehend that Sharpeye, formerly known as Sharppaw, suffered quite a serious mishap involving his legs. He gave a tiny smile while blinking. "I would happily give you the title of caretaker if that is what you want to do. Having that role could likely stretch your legs if helping out around camp isn't too much harder for you than spending time in a den."
Chest heaving from the effort the gray tabby entered the leader's den in a hurry, his whole face and legs brown, covered in earth and debris. The look of his face was probably enough to allow him to enter without the formal introduction; his expression was twisted in a mix of shock and grief, and blood covered the fur of his mouth and paws. Just, not his blood.
"Thrushfur..." he panted, and let himself lay on the ground so that he could explain everything from the start. This... is terrible. I'd never witnessed something like that in my life in the clans. "A dead body, without its pelt. Smelling of Shadowclan, on their border." He started shivering, but his body felt hot for the run and he wasn't sure whether it was the shock or... the fatigue.
"It was.. small. An apprentice. We thought... It might be Dawnpaw. He'd disappeared, and..."Stars, that was too much. He needed Flameheart at his side. He couldn't believe Shadowclan had really murdered a young one, alone. "I buried him there. Under a bush. It was too... I couldn't.. couldn't carry him here..."
He was lying carelessly in his lair at the time. He delivered that lengthy speech at the Thunderwillow with his eyes fixed on the earth. Did Thunderclan concur that this was a sensible move? Did he consider it to be a strong speech? He had no idea. If cats even heard what he said if his words even reached their hearts. He then glanced briefly at Sootfur. Buried in a gory heap of dirt and debris. His eyes widened, and he quickly changed positions to look directly into Sootfur's eyes. He was worried when he saw the look on his son-in-law's face. Oh my, don't tell me there's another major issue. He listened to Sootfurs' impatient huffing and puffing as the tom struggled to find the right words. A dead body? A cat? Without their pelt? How is that even doable? He couldn't believe Dawnstar would tolerate such absurdity, especially from a member of his own clan. How could they? Do they not have a shred of mercy before killing poor Dawnpaw?
Thrushfur went over to comfort Sootfur right away. That mental picture must have been awful for the warrior. And how could Shadowclan treat them like that? What else would it be if Shadowclan didn't want to begin a battle with them straight away? They appeared to be so ruthless from the outside. When he served as deputy, he had respect for Dawnstar, but now that they had committed such a heinous murder, his clan was in grave danger. Then, it was hard to resist engaging in a conflict of some kind with them. [B]"For Dawnpaw to be able to find serenity in Starclan, may Dawnpaw's spirits be placed with Starclan."[B] He sighed as he felt the blood surge to his face in fear and rage. His blue eyes burned with fury as he merely stormed inside his own head. "If Shadowclan continues to argue with us over our borders, war will inevitably break out. We'll then have to confront them directly. We must demonstrate to them that we have both intellect and brawn, therefore we must be patient and cautious. Sootfur I am aware that you might feel the need to exact revenge, but we are unable to sacrifice any of our cats by sending them charging into battle like bird-brains. I assure you that Thunderclan will seek vengeance because that behavior resembled a declaration of war. If they dare to kill one of our cats, we will strike back with all the force of the thunder. Whatever Dawnstar is thinking, I'm one step behind her."
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The moment Roosterflame set his paws on the surface of the dry den floor, he was overwhelmed with the scent of Sparrowstar. It was a bit faded now because she’d been out of the den for well over an hour by now, but the scent was still there. If Roosterflame closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that she was in here and that she was probably quite confused about why he was in her den at all considering that the sky was in the middle of a torrential downpour outside and it was also rather late for a visit.
But when Roosterflame opened his eyes again, Sparrowstar was gone, and the den was empty. An empty nest, in need of a change, stared back at him. In the den, multiple trinkets were scattered around. Some rocks, some other little offerings. Roosterflame was looking for one rock in particular, though. His yellow eyes scanned the den, and he saw it. It was near the empty nest, against the den wall.
Roosterflame padded towards it, and he had to step over the nest to get to it. When he was stepping over the nest, he was again met with Sparrowstar’s scent. And he muttered a quick apology, “Sorry for stepping on your nest, Sparrow,” He whispered, seizing the rose quartz in his paws with the kind of jerky, feral movement one would expect from something under the thumb of danger. As soon as he had the quartz, he dropped onto the nest (Unintentionally. He would have sat down on the floor, but the nest was there.) to look at it. It sparkled faintly, reflecting the light that filtered into the den. Roosterflame let out a huff of sadness, tears glinting in his eyes. Oh, Sparrowstar, I hope you’re safe. I hope they aren’t bad twolegs. They better treat you well.
Sadness rushed through every limb of Roosterflame’s body with a sudden ferociousness. He let out a wrenching sob, one so full of grief that anyone passing by would think that Sparrowstar had died, and that Roosterflame was mourning her. He was mourning her, in a sense. Though, it was more so mourning the fact that she had been kidnapped, and there was nothing that Roosterflame could do to get her back.
So overwhelmed was he by this whole awful event, that Roosterflame curled up into a fetal position, a little ball curled around the chunk of quartz.
The quartz rested underneath Roosterflame’s chin. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the discomfort was welcome. At least he was feeling something other than the gaping sadness that threatened to swallow him whole. He was teetering on the edge of disparity, and he didn’t know how to back away from the cliff.
He didn’t know how long it was that he was resting there, wallowing like a child in his own sadness, but before he knew it, his eyelids were sliding closed, and the tendrils of sleep that had been tugging at him all night were wrapping him in a warm embrace.
[ @dizzy like I said Fuzz is welcome to join in if you wish. Also, @Eaglet bc it’s your den now, technically ]
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now sheltered from the rain and any future lightning strikes, fuzzkit keeps his ears perked. over the cacophony of rainfall, he hears cinderpaw calling for all kits and apprentices to follow her to the apprentice's den. he's tempted to scurry from underneath roosterflame and follow the molly, but he decides against it. he crouches down slightly, fur fluffed against the wet, cold air. thrushfur speaks up, and so do other felines. some of his thunderbuddies, he wonders if they can't hear very well. why are some saying sparrowstar is dead?? jeez, these the rain is loud but maybe they're just dumb!!
suddenly, roosterflame starts to pad off. the mottled kit lets out a squeal (which may have been drowned out by the storm) as icy rain hits him, and he quickly bounds after the warrior, practically underneath him. following the tom into the den, which seemed eerily empty now, he shakes his pelt, sending water flying.
"hey!! why'd you walk away with no warning, huh? i just got soaked even more!" he sputters out, nose scrunched up in slight irritation as he watches roosterflame. he tilts his head, looking as the tom approaches the leader's empty nest, searching for something. in response, he quietly creeps up, brows furrowed with confusion when the older grasps a shiny rock of sorts. and then, only moments after, fuzzkit witnesses him collapse on the nest - looking so exhausted that if the kit didn't know what happened, he'd think that roosterflame had fought a coyote like cinderpaw did. his fur bristles with alarm and discomfort at the horrible sob.
"..eee.." he mutters, staring at roosterflame with both concern and just so much confusion. he figures that roosterflame must feel how he felt when he was told that his parent disappeared. what would mama do? he ponders for a moment, before loudly whispering: "don't you worry, roosterface!! I'll find something super cool and you'll be all happy again!" though, he isn't entirely sure if the tom is awake or not when he says it. he supposes it doesn't matter, because right after that, fuzzkit is racing out of the den. only starclan knows what he's planning..
Thrushfur moved stealthily in the direction of Sparrowstar's den—no, make that his den—now. His fur fell to the damp, spongy ground as the terrible deluge trickled down the tips of his coat. With a flick of his tail, he entered the den, just adding to the dark atmosphere he had created at that meeting. His eyes were downcast, and one could still smell Sparrowstar's odor in the air. He was hiding out in someone else's nest when he turned to see Roosterflame. As the tom's chin rested on a shiny rock, he could make out the crimson tinges on the corners of his eyes. The most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, with its dryish texture and dramatically pinkish-white tint. But taking into account every possibility that Roosterflame might be emotional within. He longed for her. Compared to the rest of the clan, he missed her a lot more. He felt a tremendous amount of sympathy for the tom as Roosterflame prepared to doze off into a deep sleep. As the cream-golden-brown kit sprinted out of the den, he had completely missed the tiny Fuzzkit. He promised to find the mourning tom something wonderful, didn't he? He wanted to run after Fuzzkit, he sighed. Looking outside revealed that the kit had already vanished. He searched all around for the small Fuzzkit as a result, but all he saw were the foreboding trees and the black skies. Surely a warrior would pay attention to Fuzzkit, he thought, if only the kit could remain in camp.
He quickly turned and moved in the direction of the wilting Roosterflame. The tom was always brilliant and such a joker with his odd tuft. Kits were merely tiny buds that had yet to blossom into something larger and more spectacular, whereas warriors were already fully grown flowers. Nonetheless, he detested seeing warriors whose stems were already about to be broken. When a single warrior had so much potential, that potential grew from their body like the sun's rays. Just now, all he could do for Roosterflame was to offer comfort. In a nest that wasn't any of theirs, soothe him to sleep. He moved in close proximity to Roosterflame as he approached him. The tom was comforted by his tail caressing along his spine. "We can only hope that Starclan guards her, or, if at all possible, that she returns to us. I'll pray that she's alive and well and that she comes back better than ever."
Spikystalker stuck his Head into the Den "Congrates i guess, for your new Rank... though i suppose becoming leader is also a time of great misery and grief... given it means the loss of a beloved leader." he Meowed Paddling in a few feet "sorry to Disturb you Thrushfur, but I wanted to Speak to You about the Kit Flameheart and Sootfur saved... He Only Speaks of a Cat named Spider, in the rre occasion he speaks... i was Wondering if it be possible for me, to Adopt him as my Son. He Needs someone to look out for him... i supose you might or might not have seen the kit, Zyon, they say his name is... in camp. i Figured i'd ask before our clanmates sturr up a Fuss about it" he rolled his eyes...
"anyway i Also Wanted to Check on You... Sparrowstars leaving is... hard... Espesially out of the Blue. You've Lost so Much... And well, i can't even imagine how your feeling at the moment... the pain of losing someone you were close to... it's an awfull feeling. But Thrushfur, unlike that idiot Drippingleaf, i want you to know, that i support you. you have a right to grieve... and they don't have a right to judge" he meowed, hopefully, he thought, he wouldn't come off as rude as he seemingly did without noticing... Clanmates... this was why he hardly spoke to any of them... they are just so judgemental...
He raised his head to face Spikystalker after blinking. He was pleased to hear praise like that when the gold-pelted tom waltzed into his lair. Even so, he was able to make out the tom's numerous odd facial expressions. While he listened to Spikystalker, he raised an invisible brow because the camp had a rogue kit. Of course, seeing a random kit in camp would put his clan on edge right away. He pondered deeply while maintaining a blank expression. "Did Flameheart and Sootfur decide not to report the random kit in camp? Without worrying about what Thunderclan might think of its defenses, they let this kit with the name of "Zyon" roam free in camp." He let Spikystalker continue after he sighed. "Absolutely, Sparrowstar is missed by all. I'm not sure how my head is able to process it all, but I'll manage. My clan has my back, and there's no need to chastise Drippingleaf. She has good reasons for thinking that, and considering how frequently Thunderclan has changed its leader, I agree with her. To the point where cats are unsure of the next individual in line for leadership. I value the opinions of every member of my clan and will permit them to express them in order for Thunderclan to be able to have beneficial issues revealed." He shook his head and huffed. "Moving on, feel free to always take a kit under your wing. Given the recent events involving Thunderclan, it may seem uncommon, but the kits here desperately need positive role models to look up to. While it appears that Zyon's chances of having any clan cat relations are small, I'll let him join the clan. I would be happy to rename small Zyon to match something better than what they were if you could maybe provide any names."
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Stormclaw took a breath and sighed walking into the den he looked around"thrushfur?" he said as he looked around"i'd like to challenge you for the fifth spot as a keeper I wanna do more to help and represent the clan, I want to have a chance In this" he said determined
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Darkpetal entered Sparrow--- Thrushfur's den. "Thrushfur," the dark grey senior warrior meowed, before noticing Stormclaw. Seems like Stormclaw came here for the same reason I did. "I'm also here to challenge the fifth Keeper position."
He glanced across at Stormclaw and Darkpetal after realizing that they might be here for the same reason. Which they were, making him blink startlingly. He pondered whether there might be an additional Keeper place because the two are really vying for that position. Since it appeared like everyone in Thunderclan desired to become Keepers themselves. "You two will need to defeat me in a brawl if you want to take over the fifth Keeper position or a Keeper seat. If both of you understand what I'm saying? Now let's properly fight this out if you want to get this show going. Now, one at a time"
[ OOC: Fighting will be taking place in a private thread to determine whether or not your character will be eligible enough to take on the role of a Keeper. There will be one thread for each cat for who Thrushfur is fighting, just letting you guys know <3 ]
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Roosterflame’s eyes opened just as Fuzzkit’s tail-tip disappeared out of the den. He had heard something about a “super cool” thing, but he didn’t know why Fuzzkit was mentioning it. Maybe Fuzzkit was going to get something to try to cheer him up… He’s a little gem, that one, Roosterflame thought, sitting up, He’s a bit of a troublemaker, that is evident, but he’s got a good heart.
Roosterflame felt a little embarrassed for falling asleep in the leader’s den. He hadn’t meant to. He’d really just been trying to retrieve the quartz so he could take care of it for Sparrowstar.
He looked around the den. Once more, it could use a little cleaning. Roosterflame thought back on the last time he’d cleaned out the leader’s den after his first rejoining. He’d done it as a friendly gesture for the overworked leader who he called his friend, and that friendship had soon become a very close one after that, and then after that well… Roosterflame wasn’t sure how to refer to Sparrowstar anymore. She was still his best friend, but now that he understood his own feelings better… Am I seriously thinking about this? Again? Now? Of all times? He thought suddenly, cutting through his reminiscing, Sparrowstar is gone, possibly forever, and I’m thinking about what she means to me. This is the worst possible time for having a crush, Roosterflame. You are an idiot.
Roosterflame shook his head, dashing away the self-hate. Not now. Not now. Not now.
What could he do?
He looked around again.
Unclean den. Old nest.
Okay. He could clean up the place and clear out the old nest. Arrange the trinkets better. Organize.
Roosterflame seized the nest and rolled it into a ball before he tossed it out of the den to be picked up and deposed of when he left. Now, when Sp-Thrushfur came into the den, it wouldn’t have an old nest in it. Roosterflame felt very good about that. He knocked dust off of a few trinkets and organized them based on color, type, and then just by how pretty they looked all together, because organizing wasn’t really his strong suit, and in the dark of the den, everything was kind of the same, a muddle of navy and black hues. With his tail, Roosterflame swept the den clean, and when he was done, the den looked good as new. Well, despite the fact that it didn’t yet have a nest in it, but Roosterflame would bring in supplies tomorrow morning, when they were dry.
Then, he just sat and breathed in the slowly fading scent of the kidnapped she-cat who now owned his heart, the rose quartz he’d given her moons ago nestled between his forepaws.
[ We should wrap this up in one more post as not to clog the leader’s den. Though, it’d be fun to maybe continue this interaction in the Warrior’s den? ]
It was the day after the horrible night when Sparrowstar had been kidnapped, and Roosterflame was once again headed to the leader’s den, though this time with his head held high and a determined, although somber, look on his face as he carried a bundle of fresh moss and other nest making materials in his jaws. He’d gotten straight to work when he’d woken up this morning by going out into the forest and finding the softest moss and collecting as many feathers as he came across to increase the comfort-level of the nest. He had heard Thrushfur’s announcement last night, and he wanted to make a good impression on the tom when he came to him with his proposition.
Roosterflame stepped over the threshold of the leader’s den, and he peeled inside, hoping that Thrushfur was in here. “Thrushfur?” He meowed, dropping the nest materials at his paws, “I’m here to make you a new nest, and there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
Hopefully, this wouldn’t take too long to discuss. Roosterflame’s shoulder was killing him every time he moved it a certain way, so he planned to head to Sundust’s den after this.
The feathered tom was just sitting down in the den because he was strongly opposed to even resting in a nest at this time. The only solace he could find was on the freezing camp floors. Due to Sparrowstar's nest still being in this area, he would tolerate that to continue. After pausing to finish cleaning his paw, he turned around and yawned, looking longingly and wearily at her nest from behind him. Even in light of Sparrowstar's upbringing and the fact that she even managed to be taken hostage by Twolegs. He knew that Roosterflame had all the answers since twolegs were incredibly frightening beasts that may appear at any time. Did they really own the power in the forest? Maybe twolegs? Who arrived first? As he realized it was simply Roosterflame at the entrance to his den, his eyes darted over to the tom, and he jumped. He swallowed and ignored those emotions. He loosened his shoulders. "Thank you; I was unsure if I had the time to build a new nest for myself. And by all means, let me know what you need." He questioned whether Roosterflame was stable enough to enter this area at all. He had the impression that there was something behind it all. He allowed those emotions to remain, but they nevertheless established themselves in the back of his mind.
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After thinking about this idea for a while the restless apprentice had made his way to thrushfurs den. Blinking in amusement as he thought up ways to try and explain himself to the thunderclan leader. Sure he didn’t really get involved with high ranks but he wouldn’t sit back and allow those smelly two’legs to hurt his clan any longer. Taking a deep breath he spoke boldly, thrushfur i do believe I have an idea to solve the two’leg problem. It might take a lot of work but I think if we at least try we can save a few more clanmates from the clutches of those beasts.
Thrushfur was preparing to leave his den because even he didn't find it soothing to live in. While he did indeed sleep here, did he enjoy doing so? He didn't like that he now owned a den that was so big and cozy. Before letting his paws march outside and approaching Ghostpaw, he gave the walls a blank expression. It appeared that his preparations to leave had been delayed. While listening to the apprentice, he nodded while keeping adequate distance between them. Planning to put a stop to twolegs? The younger apprentice might have future potential if he truly had the commitment to get through a challenge like this. His blue eyes focused on Ghostpaw as he listened intently to the apprentice. "Let's hear it, then. I'll hear what you have to say, Ghostpaw."
Forest'Chaser walked into the den slowly, looking for his new leader, he turned and saw him and he smiled softly. "Congratulations of becoming the leader, even under the sad circumstances but this is not why I am here, I am here to ask for a challenge for your keeper role." He asked politely
His eyes lit up when another warrior congratulated him. Expressing gratitude to Forestchaser for obtaining this position. He sat down by flicking his tail. The tom appeared to be interested in a Keeper position as well when he turned to face Forestchaser. He glanced over at the tom and nodded, his eyes flickering. "Sparring is required to obtain the role if you choose to challenge me for it. Let's see what you have, then, and let's not wait too long." He led Forestchaser out of his den and into the zone with a march.
Spikystalker dipped his head "i think they may Have spoken to Sparrowstar about it, since Sundust Seems to know about him, given the kits been hanging around the Medicine den entrance." He Meowed, then answering the leaders Next Question "i was thinking of Calling Him Yewkit or Yewpaw,Since he's around 5 and a half by the looks of it. but i'll leave that for you to decide Thrushfur" he dipped his head again and went silent @Eaglet
Thrushfur let his thoughts simply swirl in his brain as he scratched behind his ear. Of course, considering his clan and how his clan will function. He never really considered how much pondering would cause his brain to jumble up. He felt that it was way too early for this at all and that he still had to get acclimated to being the clan leader. He would be happy to return to his previous position as deputy for a short while. His leg held up in the air, his ears perked toward Sharpeye, and he stopped scratching behind his ear. Oh, the elder who retired way too early? He allowed his leg to fall to the ground. concentrating on what Sharpeye was saying. The elder, who was once merely an apprentice, wanted to assist around camp. He could comprehend that Sharpeye, formerly known as Sharppaw, suffered quite a serious mishap involving his legs. He gave a tiny smile while blinking. "I would happily give you the title of caretaker if that is what you want to do. Having that role could likely stretch your legs if helping out around camp isn't too much harder for you than spending time in a den."
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Sharpeye smiled at Thrustfur. "I can't stand being in a den! I want to do something!" He said, trying to get in a position that wasn't weird.
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