ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[ConfusedCas]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

{Sorry its a bit short, I can't think of anything.}
Wheatfur looked up at the young apprentice, and widened his eyes. "What is it now? A broken ankle? A dislocated jaw? Ive been getting injured cats all morning, surely your ok? I can't smell any sickness." The tom mewed irritably, "Well, come in if you need to. But b quiet, I have patients here. And I won't let the be disturbed." He auromaticly padded over to the water-pool and soaked some moss in it. "I have moss, if your thirsty. The tom didn't really mind the apprentice coming in, he was just tired. He paced over to the herbs, ready to grab whatever was needed. He raised his eyes "Are you going to ask for something?"

(It's really no problem! Just write whatever you're comfortable with)
Oatpaw shook his head, "No, no, I'm fine." He assured the medicine cat while sliding deeper into the den. His pawsteps were light as to not rouse the sleeping patients, but it wasn't all that hard for him to keep quiet as he was a rather delicate young tom. He stopped in front of the herb store and right as he was lifting a paw to shift the out of place leaves he jumped a bit at Wheatfur's voice. "Oh, well I'm here to assist you." Oatpaw met the medicine cats gaze respectfully with gleaming silver eyes and stood tall as if they were equals, even though the older tom had much more skill, respect and experience. "That is if you'll allow me to. I don't want to step on your paws." Many saw him as a strange apprentice as he was so formal but often times would refuse to dip his head because he found it plain annoying when someone was acting superior, or worse, patronizing him.

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

"And how long will that last?" the tom asked, purring in amusement. Things were always much more interesting when Snowsong was around. She was the one thing that lit up his world.

"I guess we'll have to make up for it then," Stormstrike remarked. After this, he would probably take a nap before going out to hunt again. You could never get sick of hunting. Especially after a nice nap. The stormy pelted tom loved sleeping. As much as he loved doing work and contributing to the clan, there was nothing that he loved more than to have some rest after a day of work. Turning his attemtion back to his mate, he nodded in agreement. The tom really didn't care where they sat, he just enjoyed having Snowsong's company.

Snowsong tipped her head as if thinking about it, before replying with a smirk. "I dont know, we'll have to see. You know." She flicked her black tail tip over Stormstrike's ears with a smile.

"Yeah, no kidding!" The Siamese laughed, amusement sparkling through her ice blue eyes as she shook her head. "When we go back out, Stormy, we have to bring home at least twenty pieces of prey." She chuckled. Of course, that was completely impossible, Snowsong knew, but joking around and laughing was what she loved to do. Her tail brushing over Stormstrike's shoulder, she headed toward the tree, glancing back to make sure he was beside her. "Hey, you remember when we were apprentices, and I told you I thought you were brave?" A smile twitched at her maw. "You proved that, once more, today, you know, when you told me you loved me."

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Dark Melody

Snowsong tipped her head as if thinking about it, before replying with a smirk. "I dont know, we'll have to see. You know." She flicked her black tail tip over Stormstrike's ears with a smile.

"Yeah, no kidding!" The Siamese laughed, amusement sparkling through her ice blue eyes as she shook her head. "When we go back out, Stormy, we have to bring home at least twenty pieces of prey." She chuckled. Of course, that was completely impossible, Snowsong knew, but joking around and laughing was what she loved to do. Her tail brushing over Stormstrike's shoulder, she headed toward the tree, glancing back to make sure he was beside her. "Hey, you remember when we were apprentices, and I told you I thought you were brave?" A smile twitched at her maw. "You proved that, once more, today, you know, when you told me you loved me."

The stormy grey warrior chuckled softly. "Well I doubt this fish reference free moment will last very long," Stormstrike remarked,
nudging her shoulder playfully. Everything was always way more fun around Snowsong. It didn't seem to matter to him that she was the deputy, the siamese was his best friend and mate, that's how it would always be.

"Let's just take the time to define 'at least'," Stormstrike replied,
laughing at her response. Twenty pieces might be a tad bit much for them to bring back, but the warrior would do it in a heartbeat if Snowsong asked him. That is, if she asked him and seriously meant it. Otherwise, the tom was rather doubtful that he was capable of such a feat. A soft smile rested on the warrior's maw as he padded alongside his mate. Being in camp always seemed to remind him of so many good memories. Lots of great things had happened in just this one area, and more had also happened in the territory. One particular memory would always have a special place in his heart. Stormstrike quickly turned his pale blue gaze back to his mate as she spoke again. Her words made his affections increase further than he thought they could. He opened his jaws to say something when suddenly one of his back paws caught on something and he felt himself tumbling to the ground. He collapsed on the ground with a grunt, landing on his back. The squirrel however had tumbled out of his jaws in the process, now splayed across the ground. Lifting his head and turning back, it didn't take long for the warrior to spot what had caused his downfall. A stick. It brought back bad memories. Memories of embarrassment. It was the one where he had tripped over a stick in front of Snowsong, Snowpaw at the time. He had felt himself holding a few grudges against that stick. After all, no one liked to be embarrassed in front of their crush, luckily Snowsong had comforted him.
Looking back, he could tell that now the stick's junior had come and decided to play a few tricks as well. Stormstrike narrowed his eyes at the stick, and for a moment looked like he was about to lose his confidence like he had all those moons ago. But he didn't. Instead, he burst out laughing.

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

The stormy grey warrior chuckled softly. "Well I doubt this fish reference free moment will last very long," Stormstrike remarked,
nudging her shoulder playfully. Everything was always way more fun around Snowsong. It didn't seem to matter to him that she was the deputy, the siamese was his best friend and mate, that's how it would always be.

"Let's just take the time to define 'at least'," Stormstrike replied,
laughing at her response. Twenty pieces might be a tad bit much for them to bring back, but the warrior would do it in a heartbeat if Snowsong asked him. That is, if she asked him and seriously meant it. Otherwise, the tom was rather doubtful that he was capable of such a feat. A soft smile rested on the warrior's maw as he padded alongside his mate. Being in camp always seemed to remind him of so many good memories. Lots of great things had happened in just this one area, and more had also happened in the territory. One particular memory would always have a special place in his heart. Stormstrike quickly turned his pale blue gaze back to his mate as she spoke again. Her words made his affections increase further than he thought they could. He opened his jaws to say something when suddenly one of his back paws caught on something and he felt himself tumbling to the ground. He collapsed on the ground with a grunt, landing on his back. The squirrel however had tumbled out of his jaws in the process, now splayed across the ground. Lifting his head and turning back, it didn't take long for the warrior to spot what had caused his downfall. A stick. It brought back bad memories. Memories of embarrassment. It was the one where he had tripped over a stick in front of Snowsong, Snowpaw at the time. He had felt himself holding a few grudges against that stick. After all, no one liked to be embarrassed in front of their crush, luckily Snowsong had comforted him.
Looking back, he could tell that now the stick's junior had come and decided to play a few tricks as well. Stormstrike narrowed his eyes at the stick, and for a moment looked like he was about to lose his confidence like he had all those moons ago. But he didn't. Instead, he burst out laughing.

(Okay even I just started giggling right now XDD)
Snowsong snickered at him, shaking her head in amusement. "You're right, it probably wont last that long." She purred with a grin. It was always so much more fun when she was around him. She loved him. She always would.

Snowsong giggled at his next sentence, giving a roll of her ice blue eyes. "Twenty is a bit much. I'll settle for eight." She paused, wondering if eight was maybe a tad much to expect. But instead she shook her head and looked at her mate, then her eyes flickered to the stick just ahead of him. "Stormy--" She began with a small smile twitching at her lips, but before she could warn him he had already tripped, and before she knew it the Tom was on his back. Snowsong's mouth opened, gazing at her mate, then the stick, then the squirrel, and then Stormstrike again, and it was silent until a burst of giggles erupted from her maw.

The Siamese couldnt help herself. But, she wasnt laughing at him - She was laughing with him, as he was laughing too. "Boy, that brought back memories!" Snowsong giggled, her eyes blue eyes shining with amusement and affection as she padded forward, looking down at the gray Tom as another giggle escaped her. "You okay?"

[Hexict]

Originally Posted by Dark Melody

Snowsong nodded and gave a small smile to his words. "We can talk if you want, or you can talk. Im a good listener." She winked at him before standing, shaking out her short, almost prickly white fur. "And good idea. I'll go get us some food. Im not busy at the moment so I have time to sit and talk." She gave him a warm smile, then turned and trotted off toward the fresh-kill pile, her ears pricked.

She wondered what the Tom could be upset about. Did he lose someone? Was he sick? A frown pulled at the corners of her mouth as the thought crossed her mind but she shook it off and let her eyes rake over the fresh-kill pile, padding closer to it. She was at a good pace, but thinking made her slower than usual. I wont make him tell me.

But, She decided as she walked, head high. I can get to know him, and see if I can cheer him up. Thats what matters, and I hate seeing cats upset like this. She was hoping to turn ThunderClan around, to help Gyrestar start a new, better era. What with everything that had happened so far, the fire...

We lost Fernpaw then. Snowsong's ears twitched, and laid back against her head. Her steps faltered for a second before she continued forward. Her sisters death had taken quite a toll on her for the longest of times. She wasnt sure if she would ever really get over it, but she knew that Fernpaw would want her to. Her sister would want her to become a good deputy and maybe one day, leader. But that wasnt important, not as important as serving her Clan to the best of her ability. Thats what Fernpaw would want.

And then there was the Evil Era. Just thinking about it sent shivers down Snowsong's spine. Ratnight had been a cruel leader,almost destroying the Clan. Snowsong recalled the battle with SkyClan, and still couldnt help a faint prickle of guilt. That was the first time she'd ever fought for another Clan, and she wasnt sure she would ever stop feeling bad about that. Though, she couldnt exactly regret it....After all, more blood would have been spilled had SkyClan not won. Had StarClan not won.

And after that had destroyed Snowsong and her siblings. Blackstorm had turned, switching sides in the blink of an eye. She would never forget that, what her brother had done. Killing their father, driving Honeyfur and Eternal out of the territory out of guilt, and then leading Snowsong, her siblings and friends out of ThunderClan into a wasteland, no food, no water, they almost starved. They would have, if not for Honeyfur and Eternal's return. They'd finally chased Blackstorm, Goldensky, and Oakmark out of the territory. She hadnt seen them since.

And then Splashheart had left ThunderClan to go to RiverClan. Snowsong had to smile, shaking her head. Her sister had made the right choice for herself and her kits. No cat should grow up without parents, Snowsong knew this better than anyone. They'd made it to apprentices without their parents, until Roarclaw finally showed up with Fiercestorm and Swiftbreeze. It had been a day to remember, but Snowsong couldnt get it out of her head how Splashheart had been so silent, how Blackstorm had been so cold. She had been so confused when Blackstorm admitted to killing Fiercestorm, and even more confused when Splashheart snapped Swiftbreeze when her mother hadnt respected her decision to leave. But Snowsong had sat, she'd thought.

Now she understood.

Snowsong let her breath out slowly as she reached the fresh-kill pile. The thoughts fell out of her head almost instantly, hiding away for another time. Snowsong lowered her head and grabbed two squirrels in her maw by their tails, turning to head back to Finchcall. In any case, Snowsong wanted everyone in her Clan to be happy and safe. Starting with this Tom. Life was a story, right? Everyone deserved a happily-ever-after.

With a smile, she made her way back over to him, her ice blue eyes warm and friendly. She would make sure, no matter what, that ThunderClan's story had a happy ending.

(sooo sorry for the late reply! :c)

The dark tom watched Snowsong as she began to get up to get some fresh-kill. He felt a bit awkward talking to her still. He couldn't help but feel as though she should be spending her time doing something more important than sitting and conversing with him. She was deputy after all. Besides, he doubted that their conversation will be fun - he wasn't planning on opening up to her so soon, and she seemed more intent on listening rather than talking. He wondered if they would sit in silence, and hoped that if that were to be the case than maybe he wouldn't be an awkward silence? Though he doubted it. Snowsong didn't seem as awkward as he was. He still doubted that he deserved her attention.

But she seemed very kind and friendly... it was refreshing to spend some time with someone like that.

He found his yellow gaze drifting away from the deputy and he watched the trees for a moment, just thinking about a certain silver tabby that he hadn't seen in moons. Is she even still alive? Finchcall silently questioned. It wasn't a new question to his thoughts. In fact, that was the most common when he thought about Crescentmoon. He would also usually think whether she'd be interested in him now since Northpath has been dead for a few moons. Of course, Finchcall knew deep down that to her he was just a friend and nothing more.

And he knew he had to get over her.

They had been friends - and he believed that he had loved her - but she's been gone for many moons now and he knew that she wasn't coming back. She never reciprocated his feelings anyway. Every time he thought back on it he realized that they weren't actually as close as he had thought - or rather hoped - they were. And the tom knew that he had to move on... it wasn't healthy to hang onto it like this, yet he found it too hard and barely even tried to continue.

Finchcall suddenly turned as Snowsong padded in his direction with fresh-kill in her jaw. He straightened up a bit as he approached him once again, deciding that he might actually talk to her after all. He wouldn't say anything too sad right off the bat, but he might as well try and talk to someone, right? And why not Snowsong? She seemed to want him to let her know what was bothering him. He forced a small smile as she reached him. He wasn't sure what to say.... "What would you like to talk about?" He mewed, clearly awkward though he tried not to come off as that way.

[BluBunnie]

@WEFY!

Wingdrop stepped out of the Warriors' Den slowly, she was completely exhausted. She didn't get much sleep last night but she still needed to get up and see if she needed to go on any patrols today. Her gray colored pelt was messy and stuck up in some areas, she sighed to herself and began to clean her pelt.

[FOXXRR]

Originally Posted by BluBunny

@WEFY!

Wingdrop stepped out of the Warriors' Den slowly, she was completely exhausted. She didn't get much sleep last night but she still needed to get up and see if she needed to go on any patrols today. Her gray colored pelt was messy and stuck up in some areas, she sighed to herself and began to clean her pelt.

Foxclaw padded around the clearing. Somehow, for some reason, he was feeling energetic, which wasn't really like him. He soon found a cat washing herself. He didn't know the cat's name but he wanted to bring other cats into his life other than that cat he loved. He approached the cat as calmly as possible, trying to get the first impression right.

[BluBunnie]

Originally Posted by WEFY!

Foxclaw padded around the clearing. Somehow, for some reason, he was feeling energetic, which wasn't really like him. He soon found a cat washing herself. He didn't know the cat's name but he wanted to bring other cats into his life other than that cat he loved. He approached the cat as calmly as possible, trying to get the first impression right.

Wingdrop tilted her ears towards a tom her began to approach her. She finished cleaning her flank and looked up at the cat. She recognized him, obviously since he was in her clan, but she couldn't place a name. The clan had grown a lot since she was a kit and sometimes it was hard to remember every cat names. She flicked her ears curiously, he seemed to have a very happy and energetic aura around him. She smiled at the tom, "Hey! I am Wingdrop!" She purred.

[FOXXRR]

Originally Posted by BluBunny

Wingdrop tilted her ears towards a tom her began to approach her. She finished cleaning her flank and looked up at the cat. She recognized him, obviously since he was in her clan, but she couldn't place a name. The clan had grown a lot since she was a kit and sometimes it was hard to remember every cat names. She flicked her ears curiously, he seemed to have a very happy and energetic aura around him. She smiled at the tom, "Hey! I am Wingdrop!" She purred.

"Hello Wingdrop!" He meowed to the cat, "I'm Foxclaw." It was hard for him to contain the joy he felt. He let out a smile, trying not to overdo it and make the smile look freaky. "So, how are you doing?" He asked with a friendly and calm voice

[BluBunnie]

Originally Posted by WEFY!

"Hello Wingdrop!" He meowed to the cat, "I'm Foxclaw." It was hard for him to contain the joy he felt. He let out a smile, trying not to overdo it and make the smile look freaky. "So, how are you doing?" He asked with a friendly and calm voice

Wingdrop let out a light purr, this tom seemed really nice. "Hello Foxclaw, I am actually really tired today." She chuckled. "How are you?" She smiled and wrapped her fluffy, long tail around her white paws. This cats excited aura was rubbing off on her and she was beginning to wake up more and started feeling a bit more excited and happy.