ThunderClan Stormcrest

[Tecumori]

Sharpclaw
TC | Warrior | He/Him | 14m

Oh, so there was another crazed cat on the loose then? Sharpclaw turned to Brokenheart "Whatever, I can handle some dumb outsider" With a roll of his eyes he rose to his paws, wincing a little as his shoulder punished him for the sudden movement. He ought to thank Larchflame for offering to tag along. There was no way in StarClan he would be able to drag Cracklekit's corpse alone, let alone bury him.

"Do what you want, just know that you'll be doin' most of the diggin'. But if ya ask me, that snake don't deserve the honor of a proper burial. I'd rather leave 'em for the crows," he stole a glance at Mapleface, wondering if his words would set her off into another emotional tangent-- or worse; make her want to tag along too. He hoped to StarClan she wouldn't.

An unfamiliar voice caught his attention and Sharpclaw felt himself turn without thinking. He cooly observed the tom in front of him, taking note of the way he held himself as if prepared to fight. "Go choke on some dung, who do ya think your talkin' to?" he growled. He hated demanding cats so much.

@Silk_Cradle_Ruler | @Apollo. | @Rose | @spooky sleek.

[Goopysharkboi]

Rateye slowly rose to his feet with a tired grunt.

[Neptune.]

*-Asterpaw-*
19/100
he/him || 8moons || no purrks
Lanky, flame point siamese with heterochromatic eyes

Cracklekit.... Cracklekit murdered Vinekit?? Did he have some sort of motive? Why would he think it's ok to do something like that? Or, maybe, he had plans that the little kitten had seen, some secret that he had overheard, and Crackle decided he needed to take care of the possible leaking of information... jut the thought of that made Aster shudder. The wailing of Mapleface, Crackle's sister, rang loudly in Aster's mind... a sort of grief he never wanted to bear witness to again, and he rationalized it in thinking that only a blood relative could truly mourn so sincerely for a cat as awful as Crackle had been...

Bicolor eyes focus now on his leader, watching the way Bumblestar spoke, searching for any hidden thoughts or feelings about the matter... he came up empty. The only thing he could detect was her disgust at the murderer, her annoyance at the clan for being in an uproar without letting her really get a good word in, and perhaps some regret at losing Vinekit, who would have made a god warrior once he was grown. And it was then that Eveningdance's words really registered. Was he... was he questioning Bumblestar? Was that even allowed? Clearly he knew that being outspoken was practically asking to be ridiculed, but he spoke anyway. Asterpaw sort of admired that willingness to speak his mind despite the ire it may draw out of others.

At the same time, he felt his fur rise to a prickle at the disrespectful words. He had half a mind to defend his leader and mentor, yet part of him didn't think Bumblestar would take all that kindly to him wanting to fight her battles for her.

"If you don't like murderers getting a taste of their own medicine, maybe try holding your tongue," the siamese sneered in the large tom's direction. 'You'd probably have a completely different reaction if it was your kit who was killed in cold blood,' Asterpaw thought scathingly, though he did not voice this opinion out loud.

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[ bumbles - @dino. || eveningdance - @silverwynds || crackles - @/elaif ]

[silver.]

eveningdance // he/him // 44 moons
purrks: -

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Disrespect. Confliction. The tabby's head spun with feelings he'd rather push away.

Though Cracklekit was despicable in his actions, Eveningdance couldn't help the pang of loss that spread through his body. Mapleface's loss. His loss. The regret of never growing closer to the younger tom burned at his eyes like wildfire. This pain of losing one of his own, despite barely knowing them... Why did it hurt so badly? Could he have prevented this had he been more present? Was it because his daughter was in such anguish over the loss of her sibling? Moons ago he had been in the same spot as her. Alone, aching the dull pain of a cold nest in the nursery. When his family had perished he had other but cold hatred directed at him from his father. He wouldn't make that mistake.

Letting out a shudder of a sigh, he decides his words fall upon angry and deaf ears. There was no point in running his mouth if the tyrant standing high above on her perch wasn't going to bother listening to reason. Besides, it wasn't as if there was a deputy right now that could try their paw at it. A part of him feels bad for Bumblestar, but right now wasn't his time to comfort her. Mapleface was in need of him. Moving to press his cheek once again to Mapleface's he stays there as he speaks softly to her, his voice a comforting coo.

"Do not worry. I will see that he is treated properly, as best I can. I will sit vigil with you tonight if you wish it. Simply follow my scent where I will be with him."

It made him growl low as Larchflame approached the pair standing guard over Cracklekit's body. But the aggression is misplaced. It was odd to see a cat treating the pair so tenderly, compared to the wretches that watched on with burr-like words. He nods to her in appreciation, and moves to bump his head into her shoulder, as if he too was seeking the comfort.

"Let me take him. Please." He whispers, lifting his head to offer a sad gaze to the molly. "I understand the gravity of the situation being difficult for us all. It is no easy feat to take this upon yourself. So thank you for your kindness. If you don't mind, could you stay near?"

A wary gaze is directed to the Hornet and his harsh words until... Mismatched eyes meet another pair. Venom is spat at him by an apprentice and though it makes his blood boil, the tom stares at him with an un-phased gaze. He sticks close Larchflame as he regards the younger tom, eyes narrowing with a look of disgust.

"Learn your place, outsider. Don't speak as if you have any authority to take such a tone with me. I offered you kindness before and I am not afraid to turn back on it." That piercing gaze lingers upon him before he turns it upon Sharpclaw. He says nothing to the younger warrior, just stares coldly before his attention returns to Asterpaw once again. "As I told Violetfreckle: remember where you sleep."

larchflame | @Apollo. // mapleface | @Rose // asterpaw | @FrostyGalaxy // sharpclaw | @Tecumori

[elswhere]

Originally Posted by FrostyGalaxy

header by @/roo!

*-Pebblepaw-*
19/100
they/them || 10moons || no purrks
a grey spotted tabby with a white muzzle, chest, belly, inner legs and tail tip and bright amber eyes

The leader's words wash over them, angry, indignant, and Pebblepaw wants to cry. Bumblestar was scary, especially when she's mad, and she is almost always mad at someone or something. If Pebblepaw never has to directly speak to her then it'll be too soon... Tears pricking the corner of their eyes and stressed beyond belief by the sight and disastrous tinge in the air, the grey tabby catches sight of Reedpaw and has to stop themself from practically sprinting to hide behind him. It's quiet comfort being right next to someone they trust, and Pebblepaw presses their face into his side without asking to try and hide from everything, already staring to feel calmer now that there's a familiar presence at their.

"Sorry..." they mumble, voice muffled by fur, and starting to feel bad about taking the comfort Reedpaw could provide without asking first and they pull away, yellow gaze lingering on the ground, unable to meet their brother's eyes.

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[ Reedpaw beloved - @els ]

Reedpaw
10/100
male | 10 moons

Pebblepaw's presence shook Reedpaw out of his daydreaming, he could feel his sibling's heart racing as they pressed themselves into him, breathing in their scent. He wasn't like Pebble, who was visibly shaking at the moment, but his thoughts were going a couple miles an hour right now. He enjoyed the lighter tabby's warmth. Dark blue eyes gazing down softly at Pebblepaw, a light snicker escaped him as the other pulled away quickly, shame etched their features. "It's okay, you know you can always come to me," For most, it was odd seeing Reedpaw this way, soft and being a total menace, but this was he normal demeanor around his sibling, and only them. Pulling Pebblepaw closer to him, purposefully ruffling the top of their head with a dark gray paw, Reed smiles warmly at his lighter-colored counterpart.

He then turned his head back to towards the front of the crowd as he watches drama go down.

[hawkboi]

Brownface wanted to vomit. A lot. This whole ordeal was sickening to him. Bumblestar’s words, Vinekit’s death, now Cracklekit’s death. His blood ran cold with fear as he glanced momentarily at Bumblestar’s face, but he forces himself to keep composure. He took a deep breath and gave his brown fur a few licks, hoping to calm himself down.

[BEAR.]

Several things were happening at once, and it was hard for Wolfpaw to single out the cacophony of voices. Perhaps he didn't need to - he was getting better at reading body language and it seemed some cats were upset.

The crowd made it hard to see anything from the medicine cat's den. He had caught something about Bumba killing another - the gravity of those words were lost on him until he actually glimpsed one of the bodies. Oh, he knew that-- Vinekit? Huh.

Granted, he didn't know him well at all - just glimpses. The same for the other cat, Cracklekit. Wow, he seemed big for a kit.

This was all a bit too much for Wolfpaw to process in the moment, he'd been really out of it lately and the screaming wasn't helping. Pelt puffed, he shuffled to creep toward the Stormcrest to be closer to his Bumba. His paws were shaky, he felt flushed, and he quickly found himself having to break to regain his breath. The sight of blood streaking the ground didn't help, it made his already weak stomach flip unpleasantly. Bile was rising in his throat.

[BEAR.]

"Make me!" Goatscrunch wrinkled his nose at her, as if Bumblestar was a moldy offering from an apprentice. "Watch yerself youn' lady! Do yew know who I am?? I ain't some youn' whippersnapper whose fresh from them nursery, I am YER ELDER! Learn some reh-spect!" His tail swished along the ground, irked by the nerve of kids these days. "Ain't my fault ya goin' around killin' kids, maybe think 'bout that next time you go 'round screamin' 'bout it."

[ @dino. ]

[Beaan]

( @dino. - reeeeeeee)

Wildtwist gathered around bumblestar, noticing Cracklekit and Vinekit’s body. More deaths. Yaayy. As he listened to the story, he honestly wasn’t shocked. Cracklekit would have been a warrior if it wasn’t for his stupidity. Wildtwist stiffled a moan as he listened on. Killing Vinekit infront of bumblestar, how stupid. He made his way through the crowd as bumblestar asked for someone to take Cracklekit’s body. ”I will. Ill make sure the foxes can get him, he doesn’t deserve a proper burial,” he hissed through clenched teeth. The one eared cat flicked his tail across the ground, feeling the dirt beneath his paws. Stars, when will his clan get a break?

[Neptune.]

*-Asterpaw-*
21/100
he/him || 8moons || no purrks
Lanky, flame point siamese with heterochromatic eyes

Piercing words spoken with a face as stony as the Stormcrest itself reached him, and Asterpaw visibly shrunk back, his first open sign of trepidation, of fear, of uncertainty at his place in the clan. Was that what everyone thought about him? He thought he was doing something good by sticking up for his leader's decisions, and he knew that he'd be scolded by the one he questioned, but Eveningdance's words struck exactly at Aster's weak point, where all his insecurities rested buried and hidden, tucked away where only Aster could see them and, even then, where he chose to ignore them. Had he really said something so wrong? It was one thing to be protective over a grieving cat, but it was another thing to disregard that the cat is grieving a murderer. No matter what way Aster looked at it, he simply did not understand how a cat could be upset that a murderer is dead.

"Learn your place, outsider." the words echo around in his skull, a mantra of doubt and fear and confirmation that cats do not think he really belongs here. Does everyone think such a thing? Outsider. Outsider. Outsider. Outsider. Maybe Eveningdance is right... maybe he is an outsider to them all still, maybe he does not deserve to speak or to show his face here anymore... But he needs to be here! Aster can't understand why, but there's something in his heart that is screaming at him to stay, to show them all that he's one of them, part of this clan and can help in any way they need!! If he leaves here, he has nothing, no twoleg home to go back to, no skills to rely on to survive, he's as good as dead if he exiles himself.

Looking around, Aster tries to gauge what the rest of the clan thinks, if they also agree with Eveningdance's words, but his mind is too far gone into hypotheticals, too certain that they all agree with the tom. But Aster won't leave the meeting until dismissed. He wants to cry. Wants to curl up in his nest and hide. He wants to run away and start fresh somewhere else, but he puts on a brave face and squares his shoulders again before directing a guarded gaze elsewhere.

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[ eveningdance - silverwynds ]
[ open for anyone else teehee ]