ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Moonsong12]

Originally Posted by Gusty

"What?" The she-kit squeaked, obviously surprised that she bumped into a large mass. It took her half of a second to regain her usual friendly composure. "Oh, hello! I'm Falconkit!" She said, baring her small fangs into a smile. "I'm Sagefrost's kitten."

She continued talking briskly. "Do you have any kittens of your own?" Her orbs scanned the nursery ground towards the various bundles of fur- some of them newborn, some of them much older. Falconkit rashly assumed that Moonfeather was a queen- why else would a fully-grown cat enter the nursery?. Her problem-solving skills were growing as time progressed, but they weren't anything near to the one of an apprentice or warrior.

"Hello Falconkit, I'm Moonfeather. Nice to meet you."Moonfeather's ears went back."No. I was in love with a cat but they left the clan." Two small tears fell out of Moonfeather's eyes."Why are you wondering into the warriors den?" She inquired, thinking she was in the warriors den.

[Silvershadow]

Icetail padded into the nursery, her belly swinging as she walked into the den*

[graves]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The sand-colored she cat listened to the warrior's words, half transfixed. She was amazed by how much he seemed to know; but after a moment her amazement faded and she shrugged a little. "That's an interesting thought. So you've taken a name that your twolegs gave you...and made it your own?" The female asked with a curious expression. That was a nice thought...being able to take something and make it belong to you. She had often seen cats doing things that she could have sworn weren't good things...but maybe, like Aime'Storm had, they were taking those things and making them their own.

Kestrelkit herself did a few things that might be questionable...though she always pleaded her good intentions. She wasn't a bad cat, not really...as a matter of fact, she was a quite sweet young feline. It was somewhat odd, realizing that this sweet young kit was the very same one who might be speaking things that either made so much sense they were surprising, or didn't make any sense. Kestrelkit glanced back at the warrior, awaiting his response.

@SpiralTheRival

Ashenkit sat in the clearing, curling his tail around his paws. It wouldn't be long before he would be made an apprentice...and surely Honeykit would be made one with him, right? They were about the same age, and once they were made apprentices, maybe they could train together! That'd be great, the grey and black tom thought with a grin plastered on his maw. He loved making new friends, and he was sure that he and his mentor would be best friends. The best of friends. Right? They had to be, mentors and apprentices had a special bond that Ashenkit was sure didn't exist anywhere else. And he and his mentor would be great friends. Just like he and Honeykit were, only he could never have another friend like his sweet natured golden one. She was one special cat...in his mind, anyways. There was no way that she couldn't be! After all, during the fire, she had helped him.

And he had found out that she thought she was clumsy. Truth be told, Ashenkit hadn't noticed it before then...but now it seemed like every time she tripped, or missed a hit, all he could think of were her words. He wasn't sure why, knowing that there were so many good things about the sweet natured she cat, but he supposed that was part of what he called his 'curse.' Maybe he was doomed to lose all friends, including this newest one. It wasn't a nice thought, and it was one that sent shudders up and down Ashenkit's spine, but he ignored them the best he could.

Where was Honeykit, anyways? He hadn't seen her in...days.

The brown tabby nodded,"A name is suppose to represent who you are,my names just different because my past is different,which isn't necessarily bad." unlike some cats he was open about his past,and had grown to use to the constant questioning and judgment. He vowed when he joined Thunderclan to keep his loyalty to them and he has,so he doesn't pay mind to cats who dislike him because of his background. He proves them wrong by living,breathing,and experiencing his clan every single living moment of his life. He had even adapted the belief of Starclan,and held his faith passionately. It's as if he were a clan cat,the only thing seperating him was his bloodline. Him and a few other cats that had kittypet background went through something during the Era,personally him was a good target by his own clan but most of the cats that attacked him had either died or had fled in shame after the corrupted leaders were deranked. Because of this,he held his background in pride,not shame.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Wolfybro

The brown tabby nodded,"A name is suppose to represent who you are,my names just different because my past is different,which isn't necessarily bad." unlike some cats he was open about his past,and had grown to use to the constant questioning and judgment. He vowed when he joined Thunderclan to keep his loyalty to them and he has,so he doesn't pay mind to cats who dislike him because of his background. He proves them wrong by living,breathing,and experiencing his clan every single living moment of his life. He had even adapted the belief of Starclan,and held his faith passionately. It's as if he were a clan cat,the only thing seperating him was his bloodline. Him and a few other cats that had kittypet background went through something during the Era,personally him was a good target by his own clan but most of the cats that attacked him had either died or had fled in shame after the corrupted leaders were deranked. Because of this,he held his background in pride,not shame.

The feline's hues remained fixed solely on Aime'Storm, listening to him speaking. For the moment being, the older kit was transfixed; she was amazed by what he was saying. The reason why was uncertain, but it was clear that she was thinking about what he had said. "That's interesting. I never really thought of it like that before." Kestrelkit mewed, cocking her head to the side. First this tom had come and made a name his own, and now he was explaining to her that a name showed who you were. She liked to think her name reflected her personality- in a way, that was. She loved the type of bird a kestrel was, and she liked that her name seemed to show that she, like the bird, was a free spirit- proud, fierce, independent.

It seemed as though nothing could shake this young cat, not until she was ready to allow it to fully impact her. She glanced at the warrior again, wondering who the young cat to be his apprentice was. He didn't know either; that was something that Kestrelkit found they shared in common. If common attributes were things like that, then she and the older warrior shared quite a few things in common. The tip of Kestrelkit's tail twitched as she continued to hold her gaze on the tom.

[JaxenAmethyst]

Originally Posted by xxJaggededgexx

She nodded, her swollen belly swaying as she walked near.

(Timeskip

So, now it's after Sheathedawn had her kits.

Leopardfang ran in the Nursery. "Did you name them?" He asked, out of breath. He had been warned, and ran back from a border patrol.

[Reverie]

Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst

So, now it's after Sheathedawn had her kits.

Leopardfang ran in the Nursery. "Did you name them?" He asked, out of breath. He had been warned, and ran back from a border patrol.

"I waited for you."

[Brilliance]

Running...jumping...laughing...more running...more jumping...screaming...yelling...painful yowls...
Featherspeckle thrashed her tail as she slept for a nap. She muttered loathing nothings, and her breathing begin to hitch. As far as she knew, the beginning was as sweet as it could be; she was running in a field of wildflowers, sniffing every sweet scent that entered her nostrils. Next thing she knew, it was raining. Then, it was thundering. Then there was lightening, the most thing she was afraid of. Then, there was more running. The voices were following her, trying to get her into a small corner to take advantage of her. She lashed out at them, baring her fangs to warn them to stay away, but no one was there, when she opened her eyes. The rain, the thunder, continued. Those voices were gone. Then, she felt pain, deep within her, swirling around her heart.
This is what woke her up.
She heard a bit of chatter, and her ears perked, but she didn't catch anything of what the cats were saying. However, she did notice a slight damp in her fur. Sweat. She let out a deep sigh and begin taking a few licks at her fur in an attempt to clean herself. ''This is why I don't take naps midday.'' She shuddered. ''Or, sleep at all...''

[Gusty]

Originally Posted by Moonlight12

"Hello Falconkit, I'm Moonfeather. Nice to meet you."Moonfeather's ears went back."No. I was in love with a cat but they left the clan." Two small tears fell out of Moonfeather's eyes."Why are you wondering into the warriors den?" She inquired, thinking she was in the warriors den.

Falconkit's eyes widened at the fact that Moonfeather loved a cat that left the clan. How was that possible, she naively wondered. Why would a cat want to leave the clan? That's impossible. Our clan is the greatest place to stay- a well-rounded society protected from evil, a place where we can get plenty of food... there are dangers outside of ThunderClan territory! No cat should leave willingly!

But the Siamese was easily shaken out of her thoughts by listening to the next question. "No, we're in the nursery." Her tail flicked around, pointing to the various petite bundles of fur. "Umm, I haven't been to the warrior's den before, but I think larger cats sleep there." She was proud to point out this piece of information.

Falconkit still didn't realize that Moonfeather was blind- she was too innocent to know that the loss of vision even existed.

[lone]

Originally Posted by NoireRose

Running...jumping...laughing...more running...more jumping...screaming...yelling...painful yowls...
Featherspeckle thrashed her tail as she slept for a nap. She muttered loathing nothings, and her breathing begin to hitch. As far as she knew, the beginning was as sweet as it could be; she was running in a field of wildflowers, sniffing every sweet scent that entered her nostrils. Next thing she knew, it was raining. Then, it was thundering. Then there was lightening, the most thing she was afraid of. Then, there was more running. The voices were following her, trying to get her into a small corner to take advantage of her. She lashed out at them, baring her fangs to warn them to stay away, but no one was there, when she opened her eyes. The rain, the thunder, continued. Those voices were gone. Then, she felt pain, deep within her, swirling around her heart.
This is what woke her up.
She heard a bit of chatter, and her ears perked, but she didn't catch anything of what the cats were saying. However, she did notice a slight damp in her fur. Sweat. She let out a deep sigh and begin taking a few licks at her fur in an attempt to clean herself. ''This is why I don't take naps midday.'' She shuddered. ''Or, sleep at all...''

An Abyssinian entered the Warrior's Den, the tom's eyes scanning it for his nest. The nest beside his was normally empty, and rarely occupied, but for some reason this time there was a multi-colored she cat in it. Cocking his head to the side, the young tom approached the she cat, noticing that she seemed somewhat distressed. "Ah- sorry, I'm, uh- Martenthorn, I just sort of noticed that y-you were... you seemed... nervous?" He mewed. It was more of a guess then anything else, but it was the best he could do. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to what he had noticed, though Martenthorn was normally more then decent at that sort of thing. The young tom licked his maw, appearing to be slightly distressed though he was doing his best to hide it. Then again, the Abyssinian never had been too good at hiding his worry. And right now, he was worried about the multi-colored she cat.

Though the tom was normally among the friendliest of cats, he was somewhat shy around she cats- perhaps it was just his nature, or maybe that was the reason why he had never had too much success with settling down. His family just loved that. They had all but told him that he wasn't even their son... grandson, nephew, brother, cousin, or whatever else he might be to the rest of his large family. The tom seemed to be having some serious anxiety issues as he continued to watch the multi-colored she cat, then looking away, and then miserably at his nest. He had come in here to rest, not to get himself involved in a conversation... though, she might reject him like he had gotten used to being. Yes, that's it. She'll reject me and I'll go away brokenhearted and come back later when I can take a nap. He thought somewhat cheerfully for someone who was, in his opinion, about to be 'brokenhearted.'

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

An Abyssinian entered the Warrior's Den, the tom's eyes scanning it for his nest. The nest beside his was normally empty, and rarely occupied, but for some reason this time there was a multi-colored she cat in it. Cocking his head to the side, the young tom approached the she cat, noticing that she seemed somewhat distressed. "Ah- sorry, I'm, uh- Martenthorn, I just sort of noticed that y-you were... you seemed... nervous?" He mewed. It was more of a guess then anything else, but it was the best he could do. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to what he had noticed, though Martenthorn was normally more then decent at that sort of thing. The young tom licked his maw, appearing to be slightly distressed though he was doing his best to hide it. Then again, the Abyssinian never had been too good at hiding his worry. And right now, he was worried about the multi-colored she cat.

Though the tom was normally among the friendliest of cats, he was somewhat shy around she cats- perhaps it was just his nature, or maybe that was the reason why he had never had too much success with settling down. His family just loved that. They had all but told him that he wasn't even their son... grandson, nephew, brother, cousin, or whatever else he might be to the rest of his large family. The tom seemed to be having some serious anxiety issues as he continued to watch the multi-colored she cat, then looking away, and then miserably at his nest. He had come in here to rest, not to get himself involved in a conversation... though, she might reject him like he had gotten used to being. Yes, that's it. She'll reject me and I'll go away brokenhearted and come back later when I can take a nap. He thought somewhat cheerfully for someone who was, in his opinion, about to be 'brokenhearted.'

Must you keep bothering my conscious, just leave me alone! I can't leave you alone, you idiot! I am you. No, you're not. You're destroying me, but I swear...as long as I'm in this clan, I refuse for you to get anywhere near me. She flinched at her inner voice, and she noticed that her light disappeared. Her yellow eyes flickered to another cat. A tom. She blinked at him, as he introduced himself.
''Oh, hi, Martenthorn,'' she mused, sadly. Then, she noticed her expression, and quickly changed it to something more...preppy. She did not want her fellow clanmates to notice her depression. ''I'm not distressed at all!'' She exclaimed, a hint of worried appeared in her voice. She quickly laughed this off, and looked away from the eyes of the tom. She noticed that she wasn't in the right nest. And, she again, peered at him, her eyes widen. ''I am so so so sorry! Is this your nest?'' She asked, quickly getting up. ''I'm a bit of a nutcase! I was just so tired...and the nest was comfortable for a nap.'' But, not sweet dreams...
She hopped out the nest, trying to fix up with what she messed up. ''Sorry about this...''She tilted her head, ''Ma...Martenthorn.'' She nodded, hoping she remembered his name, correctly. Where is my head today!?
Featherspeckle hung her head low to avoid the look in the warrior's eyes, and she padded a few distances from him. She stopped in her tracks, and glanced back at him. With a sigh of relieve, and mustering the best smile she could offer, she said, ''I'm Featherspeckle, by the way.'' She trotted outside the warrior's den, and sat down, her tail curled around her paws, and she closed her eyes, breathing calmly.