ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[ghostwriter]

@bmkmb

Falconpaw was not the sort of cat to handle idleness well. She needed to be doing something--to be physically and mentally engaged. She stalked over to the fresh-kill pile, but wasn't hungry, and found herself staring blankly at the assortment of birds and rodents. She huffed softly to herself, lemon yellow eyes narrowed in frustration. She had been advancing quite quickly in her training, but her encounter with her rogue uncle was still fresh in her mind. She would not lose to a rogue again.

[plum]

Rainywhisker flicks an ear at the summons and moves to approach the Thunderwillow. The stormy gray tom seemed tired, but that was the usual case. His darkened copper eyes follow Clanmates still arriving to hear Buckstar, and they briefly come to rest upon Frostbreeze. Buckstar's words echo through his mind again for a heartbeat as he studies the she-cat, wondering if it was all true- What was said, that is.
He couldn't bring himself to reasonably judge the medicine cat though, in spite of what their leader had confided in him. But perhaps that would change soon. He eyes Buckstar skeptically now, wondering if this was the meeting that would place him in Frostbreeze's seat. He'd said it would be coming soon, but the warrior had no idea how soon that was.

[Wolfgirl8]

Passionkit padded outside at the leaders call fur neatly groomed, tail and head held high. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. At least in her mind. As gracefully as she could she strutted over to the Thunderwillow. She rolled her eyes letting out a huff as she noticed some....dirty vile cats but as she moved closer to the leader,deputy, and medicine cat she put on a semi fake smile. One day she’d be sitting up there and all the cats would have to listen to her. No more idiots. No more imperfections. It’d be perfect.
( OPEN )

[nocturnal]

// @Larkstripe

The golden-furred tom watched as a smoke molly approached the fresh-kill pile, only to stare at it blankly. He huffed quietly to himself in amusement, then padded up to her from behind. "Not hungry?" he grinned casually. "I know the feeling. Most felines end up glaring at the fresh-kill when they're bored. Dead stuff makes a good target, apparently."

Lionpaw flicked his tail, quickly thinking up an idea. The other apprentice seemed like a decent fighter. She was muscular, as was he, though he himself was more on the lean side. "Falconpaw, right? How would you like to spar for a bit?" He hadn't fought since that pathetic rogue murdered Flowerkit. It was too bad the feline hadn't paid for it other than a few well-placed scratches.

[ghostwriter]

@bmkmb

Falconpaw’s tufted ears perked and she glanced up at the other apprentice with bright yellow eyes, “Oh, yeah...” she admitted, with a halfhearted chuff of amusement. She brightened a bit at this proposition, “That would be fantastic...I’m so bored. I’ve been training with Fleetwind and a few other warriors but...” she thought of Sirius, and subconsciously slid her claws into the sand, “I need to be more than just good, you know? ‘Just good’ doesn’t keep the clan safe.”
She paused, tilting her head a bit, “And you’re Lionpaw, right?”

[nocturnal]

// @Larkstripe

"No problem," Lionpaw replied. The abyssinian glanced at Falconpaw's claws as they appeared, mind working curiously. That was such an outsider-ish thing to do. He would know; he was also a victim of the habit that happened to terrify certain clan cats. Lionpaw flicked his tail, motioning for Falconpaw to follow him as he led them away from the center of the clearing. Last time he sparred in front of the dens, it hadn't gone so well. "I get that," the tomcat agreed. "'Just good' is still weak, especially by our standards." Our... he was working on a hunch. Falconpaw did have outsider blood, did she not? Or perhaps she was simply an intuitive clanborn cat. "Yeah, I'm Lionpaw," the apprentice confirmed. He scanned their new surroundings, near the edge of camp, but still inside. Enough room to run around, abd it hopefully wouldn't bother anyone excluding any returning patrols. "How's this place for the arena?" Lionpaw suggested.

[iliri]

Originally Posted by Snow Carrot

Sinking into her best hunting prowl, Flutterkit mirrored Tawnykit, creeping up on the mouse from the opposite direction. Its tiny brown face and whiskers were so near, she couldn't help but take a good loud sniff.

The mouse sat up, alerted. In panic Flutterkit threw herself upon the creature in an attempt to salvage the prey but squealed in shock as she realized that while it was pinned beneath her, it still struggled, very much alive and angry. "What do I do?" Her tone was more surprised than anything. She winced a bit as the little creature's tiny teeth nipped her belly. "It's fighting me!"

”What I did was simply bite it and kill it with a swift bite! That’s how I got mine!” She mewed, trying to help her struggling friend.

[crumbl]

Originally Posted by Christmassy Dashie

”What I did was simply bite it and kill it with a swift bite! That’s how I got mine!” She mewed, trying to help her struggling friend.

"It's underneath me!" Flutterkit squealed, still wriggling. "I can't--"

Stubbornness surfacing again, she determined to try. The ginger kit flipped herself over, awkwardly, careful to keep one paw on the mouse. With a moment of hesitation, she bent down and sank her teeth into the mouse's neck, shaking it for good measure. Blood leaked from its wound, but-

"I killed it!" she asserted, glowing with pride. "My first catch. Now we're even!"

With one eye, she peeked at Thrushpelt, still standing a little distance away. Reservoirs of mischief never ceasing, she leaned over and whispered in Tawnykit's ear.

"Let's ditch him. I bet we can catch way more on our own!"

[iliri]

Originally Posted by Snow Carrot

"It's underneath me!" Flutterkit squealed, still wriggling. "I can't--"

Stubbornness surfacing again, she determined to try. The ginger kit flipped herself over, awkwardly, careful to keep one paw on the mouse. With a moment of hesitation, she bent down and sank her teeth into the mouse's neck, shaking it for good measure. Blood leaked from its wound, but-

"I killed it!" she asserted, glowing with pride. "My first catch. Now we're even!"

With one eye, she peeked at Thrushpelt, still standing a little distance away. Reservoirs of mischief never ceasing, she leaned over and whispered in Tawnykit's ear.

"Let's ditch him. I bet we can catch way more on our own!"

Tawnykit looked at her, “But we might get in more trouble, but for you, I’ll do it! Now let’s go!” She purred mischievously, she knew silently they were gonna get in trouble, but if it was anything for them to get more prey, they would get it.

[Quasar]

Originally Posted by Wolfgirl8

Passionkit padded outside at the leaders call fur neatly groomed, tail and head held high. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. At least in her mind. As gracefully as she could she strutted over to the Thunderwillow. She rolled her eyes letting out a huff as she noticed some....dirty vile cats but as she moved closer to the leader,deputy, and medicine cat she put on a semi fake smile. One day she’d be sitting up there and all the cats would have to listen to her. No more idiots. No more imperfections. It’d be perfect.
( OPEN )

Peachkit padded calmly out of the nursery, ears pricked. They noticed that their sister Passionkit was already out there and sitting next to all the other cats, so they decided to go over and join her. There was nothing better to do, after all. For once, their short, curly fur was semi-well groomed, so at least their sister wouldn't have that to complain about this time. They didn't really know where Blackberrykit was, but he was honestly the least of their worries at the moment. He could show up when he felt like it, or not at all. Taking a seat next to their sister, they bumped their shoulder against hers in greeting, not really caring what Passionkit thought of it.

@BreadTurtle (if blackberry wants to join in)