ThunderClan Stormcrest

[sylvia26]

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


-ˏ͛⑅　‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ ‧̫‧ ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙　⑅ˏ͛-
she scoffed, upset the traitor wasn't murdered there...that be a show...he got up and decided to limp her way out of camp, she needed a walk...she was not aware that a clanmate was following her.
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[don't mind my little drama here-]

[crow.]

Hickorysmoke
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Wood Nymph ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/They | Warrior | 30 moons | Thunderclan
``Theres A Beautiful Sadness That Runs Through Him``

Purrks: HP; Sight [PERM ACTIVE] Ultimate Predator [INACTIVE] Killer Aptitude T2 [INACTIVE]
Herbal Knowledge (T1) [PERM ACTIVE]
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Hickorysmoke laid down, stretching with a smile. He winced slightly at the pain. "Already did. She said it'll be scarred but ill be okay. And thank you, we had a bit of help from riverclan, and spiderthroat was really the big hitter." He nodded, ignoring the fact that he had the killing blow to an otter than had caused risingstorm trouble.

The lean, brown tom gave a calm half-smile at them as he watched the group. His sharp gold gaze watchful. "Thank you for that Mountaintalon. It was a rough battle. Nothing near the first patrol though."
@kailie // @Star // @dino.

[Beaan]

- Wolf Fadingpaw -
- He/They - 15 Moons - ThunderClan Apprentice -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Fading is not out as demi yet !!

cw; self-hate, negative thoughts, mild ptsd

It was over. Wolfpaw-no. Fadingpaw watched as the leader stumbled to the otter, taking a chunk out before stumbling back into the medicine den. But fadingpaw remained frozen to the camp floor, tears streaming down their face. Haze, the only cat who bothered to support him, was exiled. He was stripped of the name that was the only thing remaining of his family, and he would never get it back. He didn't deserve it anyway.

Skies above, he really hoped haze would be okay. Shakily, fadingpaw got to his three paws, fur bristled. He could hear the voices. Talking about him. Judging him. His paws were heavy as he slowly made his way back into the apprentice den. They wanted to get away from the constant reminder of his former den, but not like this.

Not like this.

[ @/dino. ]

[Mr_Possessive]

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Thorn-Crowned Amazon☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Pineblossom-☆
[She/Her]
{33 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pineblossom watched on with a stone cold expression. Maplehaze really had the gall to stand by the former medicine cat's side and act like he had any sort of moral superiority here? Pathetic really. This wasn't a bully situation. Fadingpaw had murdered Bumblestar, whether indirectly or intentionally, due to his neglect. The queen could tell he regretted it from the tears streaming down his face, but it was too late for regret now.

The she-cat's shoulder throbbed quietly, causing her mild discomfort as she sat, so she slunk down into a laying position. She turned to look at Flintclaw, fully intending on sharing a glare of irritation with the tom. He surely would've had the same anger as her at being called practically a bystander by a cat defending a murderer. "Pathetic," she growled as she watched Maplehaze walk out of the ThunderClan camp.

@namen_roodles

[sleepyyjax]

Hornetpaw
She/Her | Silver Tongue T1 | 10 Moons | #BugFamily
Header: sushisiu

Waiting. All this waiting. It was too much for her - she couldn't stand it. Claws scratched against the ground, unsure of what else to do. Then, a noise. Her father's ragged form appeared in the camp entrance. Well, she could only assume it to be her father. He was red, not white. And the smell... Hornetpaw grimaced. She felt sick to her stomach. But why? Dad had just won. He's just triumphed over the otters, so why does she feel bad? It didn't make any sense, so, Hornetpaw pushed back the feeling, and joined the crowd of siblings, slowly forming around her father. She wasn't sure she wanted to try eating otter, but maybe she'd give it a try later, after the rest of the vlan tested it out.

Cicadapaw was probably still on at him, asking him to rest. She suppressed an eye roll. Worrying over your fathers is normal, after all - everyone just did it in different ways. Still, Dad had won, right? He'd shown them who's boss, without any rest, because he didn't need it. This seemed pretty clear to her. The apprentice strutted up with an air of confidence, though, the facade was easily seen by those who paid attention: in her flattened ears. As she got closer, the stench of blood grew stronger - she tried her hardest to ignore it, but it really was making her queasy. "Dad!" She called, though her voice wavered. "You did it!" She wanted to give him a head butt of somehting, but she couldn't stand to get any of that blood on her pelt.