ThunderClan Warriors' Den

[Shatteredkit]

❝ And what if I do
but don't recognize you? ❞

he / him / his || 13 moons
a calico tom with a white patch up his side and yellow/blue heterochromatic eyes.
@soldier
_______ . _______

Spottedfire wrapped himself around his kit, a purr in his throat as one paw folded inward and under his chest. His head bent down to run his tongue along Burnetkit's head and back, a comforting gesture. The larger tom yawned again, as it was quite late and he was quite tired. "You'll be alright," he smiled. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I'm not leaving, ever." His head found itself almost curling around Burnetkit, keeping him warm just as he did all that time ago, when he found the little calico. They were all alone, the two toms - though the father was aware - at least, at that moment - that no sound could enter his precious kit's ears. The two were painfully similar - but at least Burnetkit could know for certain the tom who raised him, and Spottedfire was determined to make sure his kit knew only love and a kind paw. "I promise."

[Spartan-117]

@Willooow

He decides to believe his father's words, his eyes up-cast as he looks at the bigger cat in slight awe. His warm and cold eyes stare at his father before they just slowly begin to close. He lays his tiny head on the bigger cat's paws and attempts to sleep. But he can't, not until he says something. He looks up, and turns his tiny little face to look at his father.

'I love you.'

You've always been there for me when I needed you, and I know you do it because you care. Because you love me too. You don't have to say it - I wanted to. Because, father, I know you will always be with me no mater what happens. You will never abandon me, never leave like everyone else does... You're the conly constant in my life. Well... You, and the silence.

[Shatteredkit]

❝ And what if I do
but don't recognize you? ❞

he / him / his || 13 moons
a calico tom with a white patch up his side and yellow/blue heterochromatic eyes.
@soldier
_______ . _______

"I love you, too, Burnetkit. I may not always remember you, but I remember I love you every time. And that's the important part." he purred, making sure his little son was all clean and hoping that the feeling of being groomed would make him all sleepy and rest, snuggled against him. Spottedfire was decently sure that kits weren't supposed to sleep in the warriors' den, but he didn't really, particularly, care. His son didn't have a cat to act as his mama to snuggle next to in the nursery, and who was he to argue? If he wanted to sleep next to his father, at least he was sleeping and not wandering out of camp or getting in trouble. Not that the little calico was much of a troublemaker, and if he was, it wasn't as if Spottedfire remembered.

[Spartan-117]

@Willooow

The small kit cuddles up to his father. He is grateful that the other cat - his father - has always been here for him as far as he can remember. I know I can't say much father, but... I still understand you. He thinks to himself before he closes his eyes as he sighs, falling asleep against his father.

[Moxie Foxy]

Teardrop
Female - She/her
A white furred she-cat with soft, emotionless blue-orange heterochromic eyes, a large scar stretching from her belly across her chest and stopping at her forehead.

One is never really alone… till they have lost everything. That was something She understood well. Her heart ached with pain at all that had gone before her. And now? Now she was numb. She’d felt like she’d been wandering from place to place endlessly… the claws and teeth that tore in battle no longer had much effect on her… she felt too numb to care. After everything… All she could do was drift from one day to the next without bursting into a fiery blaze of fury and rage at the world. But she knew better than that… she didn’t want to hurt others emotionally or physically. She would always regret how things went in the past… how her life had been before she came to this place for peace. She hoped she could find it… all she wanted was to fall in love…

She sighed inwardly… She knew those dreams were far-fetched given her past and given her future… one that looked bleak and miserable enough without heartbreak on top of it… There truly wasn’t much she could do about it though… she could just try and find someone that understood her… someone she could lavish in affection till she could no more…
(open)

[Omari]

Drizzlecloud
Thunderclan
She/her

Drizzlecloud listened to his words without a word, beginning to feel bad with how she had treated him–although playful, it wasn’t what he needed at that moment. Perhaps he wouldn’t accept it, but it seemed that he needed gentle comfort. She had noticed the tear that fell, and even when he had told her to go away with some harshness in his tone, she simply sat in her place. Shifting closer to him, she draped her tail over his body, carefully running her fluffy tail up and down his pelt.

“I’m sorry, Alderstep.” She apologized to him, voice slow, quiet–careful. Obviously, she felt guilty–she felt awful, in all honesty. Truly, she felt that something was deeply plaguing him. His wounds didn’t appear to look infected–but he was in a visible state of distress, so she could only assume that there was something bothering him. Something slowly slicing away at his heartstrings until he fell apart as he was right now.

It sounded like he was depressed, perhaps that’s what it was.

“I’m deeply, truly sorry.” Drizzlecloud apologized again, although her eyes stayed glued to the entrance to the den–watching, just in case anyone entered. She didn’t want anyone to see what was happening–she wouldn’t want anyone to see him like this. “Your mind is hurting, too, Alderstep. I can tell–I can see it… Even if you don’t want to admit that. I’m very sorry.”

She paused, letting her words hang in the air. Perhaps she’d go and grab him a poppy seed or two, to numb the pain and to give him some rest–since poppy seeds made almost everyone pretty sleepy. It would be enough to put his thoughts and whatever pain he was feeling right now on pause–because she truly wasn’t sure if she’d be able to fix him with herbs alone.

[ @navarra ]

[odessa]

He didn't have the energy to snap at her for touching him. Besides, he could go back and forth over whether or not her tail comforted him, and he'd get nowhere. The waterworks tapered off, hesitant and slow. Alderstep's white paws remained because he'd rather hide in the darkness than face Drizzlecloud after that.

He clenched his paws and scrubbed them down his face with a dreary, shuddering sigh. He peeked over at the herb cat next to him, briefly following her stare out of the den. He stiffened as if just realizing where he was. The cat flexed his sore muscles, prying himself from his moss to sit up, and continued to stare at Drizzlecloud. "Stop saying sorry," he muttered, shuttering his face into something stolid.

He decidedly ignored the 'mind-hurting' comment - there was nothing to admit.

But it was quiet. His gaze could only bore into the gray-spotted cat for so long until he averted it to his paws. Firm on the ground. He should go. Do something. He's been here for too long.

@Omari

[Shade.]

Roseraven had finally caught onto the doctors that her sibling Asterdance was missing. She knew it, plenty of cats did, and then got returned. It wasn't a guarantee that they were dead. Still made her feel like crap though. She'd gone out on the territory to process (read: cry) and was finally coming back to her nest with slightly bloodshot eyes. She'd already lost a sibling once, Sagepaw. The uncertainty of disappearance was almost worse than the pain of death. At least you knew what happened. At least you knew that didn't leave because they wanted to.

[ChaosBringer.]

Quiverrun

Strutting into the den, their yellow and white fur glistened in the sunlight. Quiverrun was living up to their name, dashing around the territory at high speeds. They settled in their nest and dosed off. [open]

[Tecumori]

Sharpclaw
TC | Warrior | He/Him | 15m
Agatha Kitty

Sharpclaw ducked into the den, giving it a quick once over before moving on with his day. [Closed]