ThunderClan: Life Before 2023's Sinkhole

[Mango]

Originally Posted by bmkmb

// @Zesty Mango - This takes place shortly after Flowerkit's death, so Frostbreeze wouldn't have been demoted yet!

The bloodied apprentice walked into the den begrudgingly, quite reluctant to communicate with the resident, inexperienced medicine cat. His muscles ached after the unexpected battle, and his golden fur crusted with darkened blood. His mind sat still, unnaturally quiet, numb at the thought of death. As if he'd seen a ghost, Lionpaw stood stiff as a statue, staring off into the distant pile of herbs against the wall.

Frostbreeze glanced up at the apprentice standing in the den covered in blood, she flicked her tail,” marigold and cobweb.” she replied before quickly returning with her herbs. She glanced at the tom standing there and began to chew the marigold and began to apply it, so long as the tom just stood there.

[ghostwriter]

@Dipper

Echofall was unimpressed. Another day of irritably struggling to communicate with cats who had little to know interest in understanding him had passed. He sat at the edge of camp, slate gray tail curled around his paws as he plucked feathers from a thrush. The former kittypet wanted nothing more than to sneak off into the forest with Gravehound and be away from camp. He watched his clan mates idly, reading their lips for any interesting gossip and ultimately finding most of her current conversations to be all but bland. He huffed softly to himself, and went back to his meal.

[nocturnal]

// @Larkstripe

He prodded his shrew curiously, making an unimportant note of the position of its tail. Looking up once Falconpaw responded, he confirmed, "Yeah, as do you, I suppose. Murderers don't belong on this land." The definition of a murderer showed up as a different problem entirely. Those who killed in self-defense, what did that count as? What about accidents? How could the friends of a deceased feline know whether or not the killer did it on purpose? Cats could lie, after all. If only truth could leave the maws of felines, then most issues of the world would be solved. "They're targets, too," Lionpaw agreed. "Rogues would rather turn their attention to loners than clan cats, actually, since the latter doesn't have an entire army to back them up."

// @Santafan09

The morning sun cast an orange glow towards the clearing, and Lionpaw took the moment to stretch. He purred to himself and glanced around, grinning at the first feline that came into sight. "Morning, Wildheart," the apprentice greeted. "Are you awake enough to chat yet?"

[nocturnal]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Frostbreeze glanced up at the apprentice standing in the den covered in blood, she flicked her tail,” marigold and cobweb.” she replied before quickly returning with her herbs. She glanced at the tom standing there and began to chew the marigold and began to apply it, so long as the tom just stood there.

Lionpaw glanced down at Frostbreeze as the medicine cat began applying some random concoction of chewed-up goop onto his fur... or what should've been his fur. Too stained to tell, frankly. After a few moments of silence, him standing and the other feline hopefully healing him, the apprentice asked, "Have you ever watched someone die? I know medicine cats'll kill when there's nothing they can do, and I know that you haven't been a medicine cat for so long, but when you were a warrior during the raids? Or earlier than that?" He didn't necessarily expect an answer from the she-cat. The feline simply wished to talk, even if his only active listener was the air.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Larkstripe

@Dipper

Echofall was unimpressed. Another day of irritably struggling to communicate with cats who had little to know interest in understanding him had passed. He sat at the edge of camp, slate gray tail curled around his paws as he plucked feathers from a thrush. The former kittypet wanted nothing more than to sneak off into the forest with Gravehound and be away from camp. He watched his clan mates idly, reading their lips for any interesting gossip and ultimately finding most of her current conversations to be all but bland. He huffed softly to himself, and went back to his meal.

➳ Sunpoppy 🥀

After ignoring the rumbles of his stomach for too long to be healthy, Sunpoppy was caving. The lack of food had started to cross over the fringe between a tolerable discomfort and painful emptiness, so he dragged himself to his paws for a better view of the minefield he'd be navigating. Plenty of clanmates were scattered around, bullets to dodge until their mocking sated his appetite as wonderfully as it did theirs. The path he'd mapped out would require only one exchange: asking the.. kind of weird guy Echofall to move in order to reach the fresh-kill pile.

Light paws driven by twiggy legs carried him closer, taking his typical slouched stance to slip past detection, but he stopped short several tail-lengths. He wasn't stupid. Sunpoppy knew better than to subject himself to the danger zone. Although Echofall facing the other way helped, this part was the uphill battle. Clearing his throat, he waited. And blinked. Because as expected (really, he didn't know why it'd be any different), he was ignored.

Sunpoppy tried again, meow quieted to avoid drawing unwanted attention. "Hey, you."

Nothing. Of course.

That's how it was around here, he was the bottom of the food chain.

[ghostwriter]

Originally Posted by Dipper

➳ Sunpoppy 🥀

After ignoring the rumbles of his stomach for too long to be healthy, Sunpoppy was caving. The lack of food had started to cross over the fringe between a tolerable discomfort and painful emptiness, so he dragged himself to his paws for a better view of the minefield he'd be navigating. Plenty of clanmates were scattered around, bullets to dodge until their mocking sated his appetite as wonderfully as it did theirs. The path he'd mapped out would require only one exchange: asking the.. kind of weird guy Echofall to move in order to reach the fresh-kill pile.

Light paws driven by twiggy legs carried him closer, taking his typical slouched stance to slip past detection, but he stopped short several tail-lengths. He wasn't stupid. Sunpoppy knew better than to subject himself to the danger zone. Although Echofall facing the other way helped, this part was the uphill battle. Clearing his throat, he waited. And blinked. Because as expected (really, he didn't know why it'd be any different), he was ignored.

Sunpoppy tried again, meow quieted to avoid drawing unwanted attention. "Hey, you."

Nothing. Of course.

That's how it was around here, he was the bottom of the food chain.

Though the former kittypet lived in silence, he had developed sharp intuition to help him navigate the world. He could practically feel a pair of eyes boring into the back of his head, the scent of a stranger wrestling around him.
For the love of StarClan, what now? He thought to himself, lashing his tail rather aggressively before standing, and whipping around, his expression an insult all its own. However, though he was not a particularly friendly warrior, Echofall was an empath—he had to be. He couldn’t detect the implications of inflection and had to rely on the subtleties of expressions and emotion. This cat seemed remarkably downtrodden. There was a primary emotion that Echofall detected immediately—loneliness. Much like himself, this cat did not appear to enjoy much courtesy from their clanmates. The Siamese tom sighed heavily, picked up his thrush, and stepped aside, before settling again. He looked the warrior up and down, then dispassionately gestured to his ears with one paw.
“Deaf.” He mouthed simply.
He regarded the cat with guarded curiousity and gestured to him with a paw, shrugging his shoulders upward and raising a brow in a sort of “what’s your problem” question.

[ghostwriter]

Originally Posted by bmkmb

// @Larkstripe

He prodded his shrew curiously, making an unimportant note of the position of its tail. Looking up once Falconpaw responded, he confirmed, "Yeah, as do you, I suppose. Murderers don't belong on this land." The definition of a murderer showed up as a different problem entirely. Those who killed in self-defense, what did that count as? What about accidents? How could the friends of a deceased feline know whether or not the killer did it on purpose? Cats could lie, after all. If only truth could leave the maws of felines, then most issues of the world would be solved. "They're targets, too," Lionpaw agreed. "Rogues would rather turn their attention to loners than clan cats, actually, since the latter doesn't have an entire army to back them up."

// @Santafan09

The morning sun cast an orange glow towards the clearing, and Lionpaw took the moment to stretch. He purred to himself and glanced around, grinning at the first feline that came into sight. "Morning, Wildheart," the apprentice greeted. "Are you awake enough to chat yet?"

Falconpaw’s eyes narrowed as she imagined Sirius heckling a lost kittypet, “Hm, cowardice.” She remarked. She flattened her ears briefly as the violent encouragements manifested as a clamor of whispered voices at the back of her head. Voices that lived with her as of late—the crisp, serpentine voice of Coldpath, the blunt growl of Pikefang, and the emphatic murmurs of a dozen other Dark Forest cats. She closed her eyes briefly, and it appeared almost as if she were in pain as she attempted to drown them out and regain her focus. She gathered herself, and spoke, the voices never completely silenced.
“I believe...that the clans have more in common with each other than they realize,” She mewed slowly, “What, truly, is the difference between a ShadowClan kit and a ThunderClan kit? Or a WindClan apprentice and a RiverClan apprentice, other than the prey they pursue and the land they inhabit? Perhaps it is blasphemous, but sometimes I believe that the clans could uphold their autonomy while banding together to protect themselves from outside threats.” She mused, fixing her gaze on her half disassembled thrush. She recalled entertaining the kits in camp, impressing Fleetwind out on patrol, exploring the forest—surely these things were a mutual experience? She thought back, to the bright eyed and guileless, fierce young cat she once was...back when training and playing with kits and she exploring where her only priorities. For the first time, Falconpaw asked herself a pivotal question: what had happened to her?

[Lonely]

1/2 old large Thunderkit was strolling around the clearing like he owned the place! (Open)

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Duststrike was watching his son fondly, and kept glaring at any cat who bumped into him or told him to go away. (Also open)

[Frozen Reign]

Originally Posted by bmkmb

// @Santafan09

The morning sun cast an orange glow towards the clearing, and Lionpaw took the moment to stretch. He purred to himself and glanced around, grinning at the first feline that came into sight. "Morning, Wildheart," the apprentice greeted. "Are you awake enough to chat yet?"

Wildheart looked around.
"hi Lionpaw. how are you?" wildheart greeted the apprentice. he stretched and sat down in a sunny spot.

[Dog Lover]

Originally Posted by Christmassy Kipo

(Can you not mention me if I don't NEED to be mentioned?)

Cicadakit groaned softly
@Wynter @Phoenix Fire

(sry)
Tigerkit turned around to face the groaning kit again, and stroked his flank softly with his tail in comfort.