Carrioncaller
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75 moons || he/him || ThunderClan Warrior || Just a Scratch bulky, thick furred mink point w/ feathered tail; blue eyes
Came back to camp? Oh, this must be one of many cats who go missing every moon. Well, at least she was one of the few to actually make it back. That said something about her character.
"I'm sure that isn't true, no cat is a kit forever," Carrioncaller rumbles with a slight smile. "Next meeting I'm sure you'll have your new rank and you'll be well on your way to a warrior in no time."
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"when I'm big and strong, I'm going to be the best leader ever! or...was it the best warrior? yeah! i'll be the best of whatever I am!"
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Hollykit of Thunderclan (she)
7 moons old
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☾☽☾☽✿❀✿ she nods slowly, "okay...who would be my mentor? do you think the leader will mentor me? or maybe a really old warrior?" she perks up, clearly excited about...well...being bigger and older. "you look like you'd have a apprentice! do you have an apprentice?" she sounded really curious now. ✿❀✿☾☽☾☽
The black and ginger tortie crept forward in the grassy border of the clearing, right next to the brambles barrier, stalking their prey. Heather-blue eyes focused, tail dropped low, but they didn't try to pounce on it.
What was it? It was so weird, so tiny. It had a lot of tiny legs and its body seemed to be segmented in plates, yet it looked oddly cute.
Lostkit tapped it tentatively, curious about it, and the tiny critter curled up into a perfect ball. The kit's eyes widened in fascination. They wondered if other kits, or maybe the big cats (apprentices and warriors) would find it surprising and interesting like them.
The black and ginger tortie crept forward in the grassy border of the clearing, right next to the brambles barrier, stalking their prey. Heather-blue eyes focused, tail dropped low, but they didn't try to pounce on it.
What was it? It was so weird, so tiny. It had a lot of tiny legs and its body seemed to be segmented in plates, yet it looked oddly cute.
Lostkit tapped it tentatively, curious about it, and the tiny critter curled up into a perfect ball. The kit's eyes widened in fascination. They wondered if other kits, or maybe the big cats (apprentices and warriors) would find it surprising and interesting like them.
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Foxskipper
|| He/him | ThC Elder | Moons: 105 ||
Foxskipper made his way out of the elder's den, taking a moment to just stand and feel the cold in his fur. Well, it was colder than an ice chunk in a river out here! But the biting cold brought a certain nostalgia that he couldn't place, and was always his favorite season, perhaps because the cold brings people closer without half of 'em even realizing it. His brown eyes landed on a little kit off to the side, and his curiosity got the better of him as he ambled over.
"What're ya' up to, lil critter?" The elder plopped down onto their god leg, the bad one stretched out, twitching slightly as he tried to pull the dead leg in but stopped after the failed attempt. "Oh ya' made quite the catch there! Color me impressed!" The elder cheered with genuine glee at the sight of the little bug the critter had. "My pa' always called em' rolliebugs, becuz' they ball up like that one there."
Foxskipper made his way out of the elder's den, taking a moment to just stand and feel the cold in his fur. Well, it was colder than an ice chunk in a river out here! But the biting cold brought a certain nostalgia that he couldn't place, and was always his favorite season, perhaps because the cold brings people closer without half of 'em even realizing it. His brown eyes landed on a little kit off to the side, and his curiosity got the better of him as he ambled over.
"What're ya' up to, lil critter?" The elder plopped down onto their god leg, the bad one stretched out, twitching slightly as he tried to pull the dead leg in but stopped after the failed attempt. "Oh ya' made quite the catch there! Color me impressed!" The elder cheered with genuine glee at the sight of the little bug the critter had. "My pa' always called em' rolliebugs, becuz' they ball up like that one there."
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Lostkit. They/them - ThunderClan - Kit.
Lostkit glanced at the elder from the corner of their purplish-blue eye, a small but genuine smile on their speckled muzzle. Their attention turned back to the 'rolliebug', and rolled it with their grey nose towards Foxskipper, before looking up at him, the bug still alive as they didn't want to even step it.
The tortie didn't look up at the elder, but they mumbled softly. "...Cute," a single word, but that described what Lostkit thought of the bug. Cute, and tiny, with all its tiny little paws and adorable little face.
The elder nodded his head with a gentle laugh, "Yeah it is." The elder stared down at the bug as the kitten continued to stare at it. The elder shifted his weight to lean onto his right front leg so he could lift his other paw so that he could lightly push the bug back. Then his eyes widened, his smile widening as his ears wiggled, an idea! "Heya lil critter, if you like this ol' rolliebug, let me show you somethin' really cool."
He pulled himself onto his three working legs, waiting for the kit, though he pointed his muzzle at the rolliebug, "You can bring 'em over too if you wanna!" After making sure the little tot was following before making his way towards the edge of the clearing, he patted his tail against the ground at his side to motion for the kit to come up to see. When the elder knew the kit would have the best view, he reached for a bigger rock. Digging his claws underneath it, lifting it, and tossing it off to the side, revealing more of the rolliebugs, and some other bugs. "Now we have a whole party for 'ur frien'."
The elder nodded his head with a gentle laugh, "Yeah it is." The elder stared down at the bug as the kitten continued to stare at it. The elder shifted his weight to lean onto his right front leg so he could lift his other paw so that he could lightly push the bug back. Then his eyes widened, his smile widening as his ears wiggled, an idea! "Heya lil critter, if you like this ol' rolliebug, let me show you somethin' really cool."
He pulled himself onto his three working legs, waiting for the kit, though he pointed his muzzle at the rolliebug, "You can bring 'em over too if you wanna!" After making sure the little tot was following before making his way towards the edge of the clearing, he patted his tail against the ground at his side to motion for the kit to come up to see. When the elder knew the kit would have the best view, he reached for a bigger rock. Digging his claws underneath it, lifting it, and tossing it off to the side, revealing more of the rolliebugs, and some other bugs. "Now we have a whole party for 'ur frien'."
Seeing all those tiny little cute bugs, Lostkit's eyes widened in awe, and they rolled with their nuzzle the rolliebug the found first in it, so it would play with all its friends.
They sat for a moment, not disturbing them, just watching the rolliebug they found first uncurl and crawl around. And then they focused at all the little bugs.
It looked like a clan. Was it a clan? Which of them was the leader? Or the medicine cat? Or the deputy?
Lostkit smiled as they looked at them, amused at the thought of the rolliebugs hunting.
Smokefang, the double faced ThunderClan Warrior
He/Him
Smokefang was bored.
He had nothing to do, no objectives, absolutely nothing. Just a deep boredom.
Last time he felt like that was a long time ago... Meh.
Both sides of his own person were arguing with each other deep inside. He could lure someone out of the camp, he had a pair of cats that caught his eyes after all.
Some cats who he felt like would be an annoying pain later... Like everyone, but mostly those...
Especially with Bumblestar's current state of mind, he could sneak a kill or two. He would just need to efficiently dispose of the bodies, just... Dump them in the Outskirts or something. Rogues and loners didn't care about those anyway, wild animals and worms will deal with those bodies after all.
His other side, the one he wore argued that he should play the good little cat and find something to do to be useful to the clan...
StarClan... He really was a lost cause was he? He rolled his shoulders with a sigh, what to do? What to do...
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
Smokefang, the double faced ThunderClan Warrior
He/Him
Smokefang was bored.
He had nothing to do, no objectives, absolutely nothing. Just a deep boredom.
Last time he felt like that was a long time ago... Meh.
Both sides of his own person were arguing with each other deep inside. He could lure someone out of the camp, he had a pair of cats that caught his eyes after all.
Some cats who he felt like would be an annoying pain later... Like everyone, but mostly those...
Especially with Bumblestar's current state of mind, he could sneak a kill or two. He would just need to efficiently dispose of the bodies, just... Dump them in the Outskirts or something. Rogues and loners didn't care about those anyway, wild animals and worms will deal with those bodies after all.
His other side, the one he wore argued that he should play the good little cat and find something to do to be useful to the clan...
StarClan... He really was a lost cause was he? He rolled his shoulders with a sigh, what to do? What to do...
the clearing outside the nursery was a lot bigger than the small area within the den. Much more space to run! The small and diluted torbie had been needing a reason to go outside again. To feel the crisp and yet cold unfiltered air fill his lung, the constant murmur of voices from those that found themselves lounging out in the open, to feel the crunch of snow beneath his small delicate paws. Not only that, but he'd started to notice he was very good at playing games with his fellow denmates, always to slow and tired. Never as tired as Poppykit ofcourse but he certainly lacked a whole lot of energy. He'd have to find time to practice so he could keep up with the other and actually participate in their games instead of just forfeiting midway through to lay down.
Honeykit took a few steps out of the shadows of the nursery, the temperature was noticeably colder outside but he didn't mind. Honeykit breathed in a deep breath, consuming all the outside air he could. It felt nicer than the stuffy air from within the nursery, all the scents mingling together. Out here it was so different, so much more freeing.
Okay! Focus Honey, we out here to train remember! The small tom lowered himself to the ground, like kits usual did when they tried to mimic hunting poses. Well this kit wasn't interested in such thing, not right now that is. He focus all his strength into his hind legs so he could push of them and give himself that initial boost into a sprint. Okay, okay okay. Here it goes....1.....2..3-
Honeykit pushed of the ground with as much force as he could possibly muster and dashed across the clearing. His heart pumping, blood flowing, paws hurting, chest tightening, feeling dizzy? Dots.
His strides faltered and he let himself collapse exhausted, he'd barely run that far! Hadn't even completed a single lap around the clearing and yet he couldn't even consider running further. Surely that was better? Had he run a bit further then normal? Honeykit was so distracted with his own thoughts he hadn't noticed the fact he collapsed on one of his clanmates tails.
ashpaw dark grey cat with darker spots and tail; copper eyes
12 moons - thunderclan - they/she
silvertongue t2, shadow fiend, mind reader, skip the steps (PFOP)
Ashpaw awkwardly sat in the clearing, very bored. They couldn’t climb the walls — that would be stupid, it would basically collapse — so they had nothing to do.
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