ThunderClan Stormcrest

[Streamtail]

Briarmask
She/her - 32 moons - (Temporary) ThC queen


Bri had been staring blankly at the wall of the nursery, praying desperately for her mate since he set off. She is exhausted, her eyes reddened and irritated from her salty tears. As soon as she hears Acorn's voice she jumps up to her feet stumbling out of the nursery with fresh tears clouding her vision, she stands there for a few moments in the entrance, hackles raising at the sight of him and the overpowering stench of blood wafting off of the group. She glances down as her daughter rushes past her, her breathing slightly shallow as she takes a few more steps closer to Acornfall. Once reaching him, her tail practically cutting the circulation off from her leg, she looks over his injuries- freezing when she finds things missing. She dolefully meets his eyes eye, a bit of blood trickling from her lip as her teeth sink into it.

"W-welcome back honey," She nearly chokes on her words, deciding to leave it at that before she actually does.

She wouldn't want to start a fight in front of the kids, and not while he's still so weak. Weak. That's... never a word she'd thought she'd use to describe him. She can't even make sense of the feelings churning inside of her at that thought, it makes her feel one thing she's able to recognize from back when she was pregnant- sick. Her leg feels numb. She should probably let go of it. She doesn't though, she's unable to bring herself to. She'll just... tolerate the tingly feeling spreading through her nervous system for now. It gives her something else to focus on anyway.

@Luna16 - Acorn (I cannot tell you how excited I was for this interaction lol) | #Brialfam

[sylvia26]

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RoseMouse
➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ "My claws work ta same even without ta leg" ࿐ྂ
She-cat | 57 moons old | ThunderClan Elder


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she limped over, eyes hovering on the otter and then spiderthroat, the tom...looked hurt yes...but rosemouse preferred the otter and padded over. "don't even think about eating this near me" she hissed at nightwatcher as she knew he would have came over to taste...not on her watch. she lowered her head to nibble a little, taking her time.
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NightWatcher
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Tom|37 moons old|ThunderClan Warrior|Ultimate Predator - Not Active
✧ ˚ · "A true warrior fights for his clan".✧ ˚ · .
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-ˏˋ he got there before rosemouse, but watched as his sorry excuse of a mother shooed him away, his eyes narrowed and he turned away, claws racking the ground beneath him. ˊˎ


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DarkWater
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Tom | 12 moons old | ThunderClan warrior | half clan blood
"I gotta try my hardest to prove I'm more than just a mistake!"
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he came a little close and took a piece before trotting to a space for himself
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[Desert Rain Frog]

 

"Golden Child, Lion Boy,"
FLAMEKIT | LIONFLOP
THE FANGED | THE WARRIOR
"Tell Me What It's Like To Conquer."
BEWITCHED

 

Basically, It's A Hallucination That Makes Him See A Violent Version Of His Past Life/Self, Lionflop. It Rarely Speaks And When It Does, Or Does something More Than Move A Bit, It Will Be Underlined And Italicized.

The Commotion Outside Woke Him With A Startle. His Fur Stuck Out In All Directions, Yawning And Getting Up. He Followed Mama And His Siblings Over To His Papa, And The Bloody Creatures. They Looked Vaguely Like Cats, Long Tails And Round Muzzles. They Had Weird Paws, Too! He Watched Others Bite Into Them, And Slowly Walked Over To Take His Own Bite. Apon Tasting It, His Tail Flew Into The Air. It Was Delicious! He Squealed Around His Mouthful, Turning Quickly To His Papa. Wait, Why Did Papa Have Cobwebs On Him? He Stomped Over To Papa, Swallowing His Bite Of Otter, Then Squeaking.
"Why Are You Covered In Cobwebs? I've Seen Mr. WolfHawk Do It! It's For When Your Hurt."

He Snorted, Stomping Every Few Words. He Stood In Front Of His Father, His Tail Flicking And Brows Furrowed. The Fanged Marched Over To His Father's Paws, And Laying On A Paw. He Didn't Care If It Was Bloody Or Not! He Was Gonna Lay There Until Papa Felt Better!


#Brialfam - @Luna16 - Acorn ~ Not Sure If You Were Subscribed To The Thingy Or Not, Sorry If Ya Got Double Notifs!

[Zero]

Cicadapaw
| He/him | ThunderClan Apprentice (38/100) | @Starfall #BugFamily |

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Cicadapaw stood at the edge of the clearing, amber eyes wide as they tracked Spiderthroat’s every limping step. His heart pounded in his chest, a hint of fear, but mostly pulsing with awe. The body of the dead otter, scarred and bloody, was dragged behind him like some gruesome trophy. And Spiderthroat - he looked like he’d crawled straight out of the nightmare himself, blood-painted and waterlogged. He almost didn’t recognize his father. Almost.

Cicadapaw swallowed hard, ears twitching as he watched his battered deputy scale the Stormcrest after dropping the otter's body.

"Feast."

That was all that was said. All that was needed to be said, he guessed. Cicadapaw felt his spine straighten, his claws flexing against the ground. This was victory. They had done it. They'd gotten rid of the otters.

He looked from the otters to the other battered warriors in the returning patrol, and then back up at Spiderthroat’s slumped form, his gaze more worried than relieved. He couldn't tell where his father was hurt, what blood was his or the otter's, which wounds were from the first fight and which were new.

The young tom gave an aggravated lash of his tail. "You’re going to Treetiger. Or Sparrowpelt. Right now. Even if I have to drag you like you dragged that otter." There would be no celebrating for Cicadapaw until Spiderthroat was good, until he was cleaned up and his wounds fully tended to.

The apprentice climbed to Spiderthroat's side, ready to make good on that threat if his father refused. Cicadapaw had been patient; now he was just plain tired.

[Nahbois]

Breezekit
|| She/her || 3 Moons|| Just a Scratch ||

Breezekit darted out of the nursery with some of her other siblings, bee-lining towards her father. He was back! And covered in cobwebs already? The rosetted kit did a double take on that. There was quite a bit of it on him, but she supposed it was good that whatever happened to him was taken care of, considering what happened with the clan's medicine cats. Just a little bit of time and he'd be up and at it.

"Dad! Which one did you take out?" Breezekit finally took a look at the otters. They were smaller than she'd anticipated. Heavier than her for sure, though that wasn't saying much. True to her name, Breezekit was turning out to be far more lean than bulky. She leaned close to her dad, whispering in curiosity. "Does it hurt under those cobwebs?"

( #Brialfam )

[Bob the Venomous Bird]

《 Alpinemoon 》
46/250
she/her | Thunderclan warrior| 11 moons

Alpinemoon looked at Spiderthroat intensely as she was sitting in front of the Stormcrest. Many thoughts ran through her mind before setting her eyes at the dead otters. Wow. They were big as her! Alpinemoon sniffed the otter closer to her and it smelled like fish and blood. She took a small bite out of the otter. It was a strange new taste. It tasted like lean rich meat.

(OPEN)

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《 Chasmpaw 》
70/100
she/her | Thunderclan apprentice | 7 moons

Chasmpaw trotted her way over to the growing group of cats and sat in an empty spot next to an otter. There were only two otters for the entire clan. She could only have a couple of mouthfuls if all clanmates can have them. She briefly looked up at Spiderthroat and began to eat the otter. Somehow, Chasmpaw enjoyed the taste of fresh otter.

(OPEN)

[chickadee]

LIGHTKIT

3 moons || ThunderClan Kit || She/her
Heightened Perception: Smell [ACTIVE ALWAYS]
1 post

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Like usual, Lightkit was slower to recognize all the commotion in the Clearing. She heard all the faint muffled voices, but not clear enough to make out anything important happening. She'd been napping when it happened, snoozing in a light sleep in the nursery when her nose began to twitch with a strange scent. A new scent that she'd never smelled before. The scent of Clanmates. And then... Father.

She blinked her little yellow eyes open, scanning the blurry dark nursery. Seemed that mama had left, as well as her siblings judging from the empty nests and lack of warmth by her side. Lightkit slowly stood up onto her feet. Blinking blearily she began to waddle out into the Clearing. The deputy had thrown some huge brown things onto the ground. She couldn't tell what they were from this far away. They just looked like blobs. Stinky blobs. The deputy then uttered one word. Feast. That was a new one. She'd never heard feast before. She'd ask mama 'bout it later. But cats were beginning to crowd and she didn't like crowds much.

Lightkit eventually found her mother's familiar coat, accompanied by the scent she'd grown accustomed to.

When she first saw her father she did a double take, padding closer. His scent was the same. And he looked... Similar. Being observant was sometimes a curse. And while her other siblings clamoured for affection, she found herself more worried about his injuries. No... Surely it must be her bad eyesight playing tricks on her. There was no way he only had one... But he did. There her papa was, bloodied and wrapped in cobwebs. With only one eye. She cringed at the sight. She couldn't help but cringe.

"Papa," she began, her loud and clear voice ringing through her muffled ears. Her eyes were wide as an owl's as she stared up at her father, wrapped up in cobwebs. That only happened when a cat was hurt. Papa was hurt... Those otters hurt him. Bad. And finally she was able to ask if, the question that no one else was willing to. "What happened to your eye?" Her question came out softer, not as loud as she usually spoke.

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#Brialfam - throwing my new baby out here to interact with y'all!!

[zoamher]

Whisperingbrook stayed back. She had lost her appetite.

[snowflake.]

Dreamykit
A Little Dream
[milky gray-white fur ; dilute gray marbling ; curled ears ; heterochromia]
she/her • 3 moons • thunderclan kit
⤷ post count: [/] | purrks: dreamwalker
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Dreamykit squeaked in surprise when four of her siblings and Brimama left the nursery, leaving an emptiness where there was comfortable warmth. She stirred a little bit, before sinking back into the soft nest, her gaze staring blankly at the moss surrounding her as she was a million miles away in her slow mind.

Papa? she thought after a heartbeat, for it was the only explanation in her little mind as to why her family would rush out of the nursery that quickly. Then she was confused why she thought that, then she remembered that Papa had left. Why? Where? Dreamykit didn't know, but that didn't matter right now; Brimama left, so she'd follow.

Gray paws stumbled out of the nursery, and she paused, blinking furiously at the light as it stabbed into her heterochromic eyes. She let out a tiny whimper, almost inaudible, as her eyes adjusted. She followed the scent of her mother blindly, focusing entirely on finding her, not registering her surroundings. She brushed against her mother’s flank when she reached Brimama, however when her brain registered that her father was there too she immediately went straight to him and snuggled into his fur, blood droplets dripping onto her head, a sharp metallic scent that she didn’t understand wreathing around her. She was oblivious to the cobweb filaments sticking to her fur, and Papa’s injuries. All she knew was that he was back, and that was good. Papa back good, she thought as she snuggled against him.

[ #Brialfam ]

[Minku]

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Quackpaw
THc apprentice. She/Her. 10 Moons
Sticky Pads, Lucky Duck, Killer Aptitude T1
"I want ice cream!"

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Post 52

The otters are..well, they're dead now. They're all dead now. Everything can go back to normal. Those hellish creatures are dead now. It wasn't under her claws. But they're dead. They're dead now and that's all that matters. Muddy. Muddy's torture won't be in too much vain, she supposes. But they wouldn't be in prolonged pain a few weeks ago had Wolfpaw done his job. Quacky still despised him. And she knew she will for the rest of her life. ...is Muddy alright in the medicine den? Is anything alright there? Maybe Muddy would want a taste of otter as well. If Quackpaw got nearly killed by an otter surely she'd wanna eat the otters. As revenge without having to partake in the second fight. Surely it's rewarding to eat something that tried murdering you, right?

...But right now, she wasn't sure if she wants to eat an otter, or....think it looks weird. ...........Quackpaw approached the dead bag of meat and...like..so that's what an otter looks like? No wonder Quacky thought it was a beast, it is! This was what Muddy fought against? Look at it, so weird looking. Why is it so long? Why does it look like that. The cats eating the otter says they taste good, so..maybe they don't taste as bad as they are? Maybe eating your enemies after a war makes said enemies taste better. But Muddy should come and see this before it all gets eaten! They deserve to be happy in victory too! So should she eat it or no? No, dummy, she actually wants to punt it's stupid face high enough to reach starclan but she can't do that so the closest thing she could do is cuff it's sorry face once or twice. What? It's not like she's ruining the meal by doing it, so she'll do it

She didn't even register the bleeding patrol cats as soon as the dead stupid otters came in until after a moment, she had been just glad they were going a step in the right direction. Thunderclan, at least. The otters can't step in the right direction cause they can't step at all now. She really hoped the next step would be Muddy getting all better and Treetiger does some healer magic like last time. And Wolfpaw get his head together. And...okay well maybe another step would be Bumbly waking up cause they kinda need a leader. Eh, Spooderthroat's alright doing that, so Bumbly can just take her time