ThunderClan Stormcrest

[namen_roodles]

FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Now, what was this? Flintclaw hadn't noticed her in the corner of his eye, but Bumblestar's voice was unmistakable. He didn't even need to guess why she called Wolfpaw out. He licked his lip and pushed himself painfully into a seated position, letting the otter settle in his stomach as his eyes took in her appearance.

Gaunt. Gaunt was the only descriptor he could think when the starved, angry leader stepped into the clearing. The skeletal appearance only brought more to the intimidation that the leader's fury called for. His eyes narrowed and scanned for Wolfpaw. It was a miracle she was awake, and possibly a death sentence that Spiderthroat had allowed the apprentice to stay.

[Fawn]

Dovekit - {reaction to the otter patrol's return}

It was as if a hush washed over the world.

Dovekit stiffened when her gaze fell upon the awaiting horror: deceased otters, and a Spiderthroat looking like he was about to jump right into the grave with them. The iron tang of wounds rested heavy in the air. Where there could have been relief from seeing ThunderClan’s newest threat (one of them, anyway) dead on the ground, Dovekit’s stomach twisted in uneasy knots, and her breathing reduced to sharp mechanical motions.

Every time she’d seen Spiderthroat lately, he’d looked like this. A bloody pulp of matted fur and bruised flesh. His repeated flirtations with death-adjacent danger were not some infrequent, discordant note reducing his appearance to that of a disgustingly fresh-birthed kit, but a lifestyle choice.

Feast, he’d said. All he said. The single utterance made her go entirely rigid.

Her paws, tingling with a sudden loss of sensation, didn’t feel like her own as they carried her to the edge of camp, the numbness climbing through her quaking body. Relief had been carved out of Dovekit. Only to be replaced with sinking, overwhelming dread. Her vision tunneled, and she wretched over to dry heave.

[ch3rry_bl0ss0m]

Tigerpelt
ThunderClan Warrior ☙ 28 moons ☙ He/Him
"Roar your truth, even when the world tries to silence you."

Tigerpelt's eyes widen at the leader's state and her voice.. It sent shivers down the tom's spine. The warrior moved closer towarsa the younger members of the clan, blocking their view.

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Cherryfang
ThunderClan Warrior ☙ 21 moons ☙ She/Her
"Life is a journey of lessons and experiences, offering both challenges and rewards."

What is happening?! Cherryfang's eyes landed on Bumblestar, her ears perked up with surprise and shock.

[nyme]

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 10 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

So, things had been bad—awful—for a time. For the longest time, it felt like. The ragged state of that first patrol back. The waiting. More waiting. Screaming from Wolfhawk and Hollowpaw's den. That den becoming Treetiger and Hollowpaw's.

The otters.

The feast.

And now this. So it doesn't feel right to say that things are bad anymore, not when the enemy's been slain and their leader walks among them again, but it...this...It's not bad. Can't be. But Peachpaw's never seen a good day look like this one and he's really not sure that he ever will, again. Whatever Bumblestar has planned for Wolfpaw will surely be worse than what Spiderthroat had done to him, and Peachpaw can't imagine anything worse than that.

Will she just kill him? He couldn't blame her if she did. He's sure few cats could. Let the punishment fit the crime, and all. Cold blue eyes flick toward his clanmates. Not a peep out of anyone so far. Wide eyes pointing at the horror show. What is there to say? Would it be gauche to sneak a wager under his breath to somebody? Place bets on whether Wolfpaw will try to run? It's what Peachpaw would do, were he somehow in the disgraced cat's position. Maybe there's some noble, hard-earned way out of this mess and toward redemption, but there's also a clear path toward the exit and the odds are one three-legged cat versus someone who looks like she's still actively rising from the grave (provided nobody tried to follow the pair, which...seems unlikely).

Ultimately, he decides against it. But he also decides against taking any more bites of otter meat. Better things to focus on at the moment.

[SuspiciousMindz]

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[Treetiger] | Entity
​ThunderClan Medicine Cat | ThunderClan Entity
Silver Tongue T1 | Monkey's Paw [active] | Worldweaver T2 | Nightmare Fuel T2
#PopularMonster

Did her ears just deceive her?

Did she really just hear that? Hold on...

Pupils dilated further with disbelief. She refused to accept the words that just left Violetfreckle's mouth. She was deranged!! And Viloetfreckle would receive the stare that spoke those words. Surely no one would believe a cat who didn't care for themself with basic needs. It wasn't like the warrior couldn't go get food or water from her understanding. What would she know, though? She'd been out cold for a week. Only feeling enough strength now to clamber to her paws and stare fiercely towards Spiderthroat.

Deception. It muttered, an echoing laughter filling her head. Her paws took her straight to Spiderthroat, her maw parting to find the words, but unable to speak. Instead, her haunches plopped down beside him, her forepaw prodding him with purpose. DECEPTION.

Then, hell was unleashed. Bumblestar rose from her nest with a raging purpose. Treetiger's eyes narrowed in her direction and before she could register the reasoning for it, the yowl that erupted across the camp answered everything. She feared for Wolfpaw's life. Bumblestar was not going to be merciful like Spiderthroat and Treetiger knew that from experience. Blood. BLOOD. FIND THE BLOOD. She would.

The she-cat followed Bumblestar out to the clearing before Spiderthroat had the chance to ask her purpose or reasoning. Before he'd have the chance to possibly clear the statement she overheard.

Silently, she sat outside the den. She'd watch from afar. The idea of bloodshed was forcing her to salivate. It was dangerous. She knew that. Entity craved the violence. It made her claws tear at the ground beneath her, enough so that someone could mistake it for rage if they didn't know better. However, it was simply a way to comfort herself, to contain the need to kill just as Bumblestar had once told her to do...

[OPEN ; APPROACH WITH CAUTION]
@Starfall - Spider prodding | @vellichor - Vi 'youre crazy' stare

[Frozen Primrose]

Beepaw
He/Him(amab), Thunderclan Apprentice, 9 moons
Purrks: Shadow Friend - Inactive
Mentions: @Bob the Venomous Bird {Chasmpaw}


Beepaw just about leapt out of his own pelt. Head whipping around his jaw went slack at the sight of Bumblestar. Sure, her voice was just as fierce but why did she look so... Ears slightly arching, Beepaw crept his way over towards one of the other apprentices before hesitantly asking. "Why does she look like some cat just took her prey right out of her mouth?"

[sturgeonwind]

Smallfrost watched as Bumblestar called cats around. Late to the party, it seemed he was. "Recently's really just been a great show, hm?" they mumbled to themselves, looking at the leader. She seemed so... uncared for. Man these medicinecats were pathetic.
She looked at the cats around and wondered what would happen next.
- OPEN

[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 54

Wolfpaw was getting in far deeper trouble than he already was. That's all she knew. The chances of survival? Slimmer than Bumblystar herself. But if the leader was wide awake and strong enough to shout louder than Quacky ever had, that must mean Muddy's okay too, [I]right[i]? She was feeling today would be more than just feast. She had a feeling blood would be spilled in the matter of minutes. Do you want her to mind? She really didn't; she just stayed in the clearing, awaiting for what's next; But where is Muddy? They had to be okay. But she's not seeing them walk out of the medicine den. Where are they? WHERE is Wolfpaw? He better get out of his hiding spot cause Bumbly's absolutely gonna drag him out if he doesn't show up in the next few seconds. And for good reason

[Opalfrost]

⟡༚✧Softwhisper✧༚⟡
✦ ~Grey and black tabby she-cat with a soft fur and tired blue eyes.~ ✦
★ Thunderclan ★
☽ 25 Moons ☾

Softwhisper nearly leapt out of her fur at the snarl that reverberated around the camp, and trembled, her fur fluffed up, looking for the source of the unexpected scare before her eyes locked onto Bumblestar, and she nearly gasped at how rundown their leader looked. She paused for a moment, collecting herself and forcing her fur to lie flat, before, with a twich of her striped tail, she warily made her way towards the leader of thunderclan.

[NikAri3-21]

Cedarpaw tilts her head slightly at the mention of Wolfpaw. What does Bumblestar want with Wolfpaw? She shrugs. If she's that mad, Wolfpaw must have done something really bad.