Bright yellow eyes blazed with fury as a half white kit stomped out of the nursery, her tail lashing wildly behind her. She'd woken up without her Hornet, and was absolutely pissed about it. Waspkit was always supposed to be with her Hornet. It didn't feel right when they were separated. It felt like her little world was being torn apart. And again, it made her want to cry and cry and cry until she found her sister. A glimpse of a calico pelt caught Waspkit's eyes, distracting her from her sorrow-filled thoughts and loneliness. It was dad!! Spiderdad, Spiderdad!! She strutted right over to her dad and cried up at him, "Dad, dad, dad- Hiii!!" Spiderdad was an..alright replacement for now...
"I can't find Hornetkit anywhere!!" The kit said with genuine dismay, butting her head onto one of his legs to make sure she had his attention. "Can I stay with you for a bit? I don't like being alone." Waspkit requested, preparing to open her maw and shriek to the heavens above if he declined, her big yellow eyes fixed on her dad.
Sunflowerpaw rolled around in the grass, her massive form flattening it easily. Amber eyes flicked up to meet another cat's gaze, brightening as she recognized her brother.
"Baypaw!" The golden-and-cream mackerel tabby purred, leaping atop of him and attempting to pin her littermate to the ground.
Wolfpaw
He/Him - 7 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat
A hawk? Wolfpaw could go for some prey. The young tom hobbled on over to Pinepaw, looking down at the prey. "Sure. I've never seen a hawk, much less tried one. Whats with all these... things on it?" he asked, unsheathing a claw and prodding the feathers. "Are you sure it's still edible?"
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Wolfpaw
He/Him - 7 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat
A hawk? Wolfpaw could go for some prey. The young tom hobbled on over to Pinepaw, looking down at the prey. "Sure. I've never seen a hawk, much less tried one. Whats with all these... things on it?" he asked, unsheathing a claw and prodding the feathers. "Are you sure it's still edible?"
"Yeah, it's edible! Those are feathers, they help the birds fly! You can pluck them off." he meowed. He plucked off the feathers and began to eat.
After they were finished, he looked at the bird. Bumblestar might like that skull! So he took it off, and said goodbye to Wolfpaw before heading towards Bumblestar's den.
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Bright yellow eyes blazed with fury as a half white kit stomped out of the nursery, her tail lashing wildly behind her. She'd woken up without her Hornet, and was absolutely pissed about it. Waspkit was always supposed to be with her Hornet. It didn't feel right when they were separated. It felt like her little world was being torn apart. And again, it made her want to cry and cry and cry until she found her sister. A glimpse of a calico pelt caught Waspkit's eyes, distracting her from her sorrow-filled thoughts and loneliness. It was dad!! Spiderdad, Spiderdad!! She strutted right over to her dad and cried up at him, "Dad, dad, dad- Hiii!!" Spiderdad was an..alright replacement for now...
"I can't find Hornetkit anywhere!!" The kit said with genuine dismay, butting her head onto one of his legs to make sure she had his attention. "Can I stay with you for a bit? I don't like being alone." Waspkit requested, preparing to open her maw and shriek to the heavens above if he declined, her big yellow eyes fixed on her dad.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
He turned just as a familiar title was called out, which was around the same time he'd realized he'd lost the battle. Responding to dad. He was no dad. Yet there he was, reacting to the title he's apparently...been given?
A quiet mutter of words under his breath once he'd realized he made eye contact in his head turn. Sealing his fate as he simply turned to fully meet with this kitten. He had yet to fully remember their names...only based off of what he'd been told, or what they called one another. He was far too scared to go and ask Softdaisy. He was a strong tom, but not strong enough to survive that force.
Just as he was going to tell the tiny one to scamper off, he noticed the watery eyes.
He was not soft.
It just made him think of Asterdance. The brat constantly emotional. Constantly worried about those around them, and feeling how they feel if not worse depending. Ripplepaw was a good example of that. Wherever the tom had gone...It made his heart sink.
Spiderthroat did nothing but stare down at the kit for a moment, the words she was spouting going in one ear and out the other. Something about a Hornet? This time of season? Something he'd have to look into. No bee's or hornets nests should be nearby nor within the camp walls.
As she butt her head against his leg, he lifted a paw and aimed to gently rest it atop her head. He himself not realizing his softened gaze as he looked down at Waspkit. "Sure kit." he hummed, if his paw had landed on the head, it would gently roll from side to side. Like a pet.
The answer itself was far away, however. As if he were looking at someone else.
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Spiderthroat is the Deputy of ThunderClan
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Live as you wish, go ahead and live.
Life, before you realize it, is like an arrow
Let's set off the fireworks of our lives.
Darkecho
~Darkstripe vibes; less evil, way more emo~
A scarred silhouette flickered through trees, weary paws dropped down onto the forest floor. It had been a moon of hardship, near death, and loneliness. He was back. A lean, black frame showed itself out of the shadows. His scarred muzzle opened to speak, showing a set of jagged, yellowing teeth.
“I have returned… home.”
He called, cool, deep voice echoing around the camp. He wanted to make his arrival known. He was no coward. He didn’t need a discrete entrance and or exit. As light flickered his ragged, dark fur, some new scars showed themselves. Nasty ones. A large scar snaked from his eye down around his neck to his shoulder, leaving the eyelid permanently half closed. A large claw raked his belly, and a bite mark tore fur from his shoulder. He had truly payed for his mistake. He looked scrawny and underfed, but he held his head high with dignity.
FOXKIT Brown tabby she-cat with oak brown eyes. 4 Moons. She/Her. "Will the curse be reversed if I say it backwards?" /lyr
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As the sun began to rise over ThunderClan territory, Foxkit quietly arose from her nest in the nursery and slipped out into the clearing. She looked around, the cool fall air making her shiver slightly beneath her thin fur.
She hadn't slept very well, and couldn't get back to sleep. Maybe there was something to do or someone to talk to out here.
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Darkecho
~Darkstripe vibes; less evil, way more emo~
A scarred silhouette flickered through trees, weary paws dropped down onto the forest floor. It had been a moon of hardship, near death, and loneliness. He was back. A lean, black frame showed itself out of the shadows. His scarred muzzle opened to speak, showing a set of jagged, yellowing teeth.
“I have returned… home.”
He called, cool, deep voice echoing around the camp. He wanted to make his arrival known. He was no coward. He didn’t need a discrete entrance and or exit. As light flickered his ragged, dark fur, some new scars showed themselves. Nasty ones. A large scar snaked from his eye down around his neck to his shoulder, leaving the eyelid permanently half closed. A large claw raked his belly, and a bite mark tore fur from his shoulder. He had truly payed for his mistake. He looked scrawny and underfed, but he held his head high with dignity.
Usually when warriors were temporarily exiled, they wanted to do things the right way. The right way would be to wait at the border until someone came along, explain themselves and why they wanted to come back, and then follow the escort back to camp if they were reaccepted.
This guy? Oh, no. From facing off a pack of coyotes with only four cats and untrained kids, to barging right back into camp without any consideration - it seemed the stupidity ran deep and uncurably in this one.
Fuming, Bumblestar strode across the clearing, raised an unsheathed forepaw, and threw it out to claw Darkecho across the face. "You've got some nerve," she snarled, "thinking you can just walk back in here like you own the place after the stunt you pulled! What the hell's even goin' through your head? Maggots?"
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