@Jackpot
Sunset was wondering around when she ran into a cat.She was very weak so she could only mutter "You are from ThunderClan yes?The leader i presume.I have traveled far and have come to ask you if i may join your clan."
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Oakfur walks out of the warrior den hungry he walks over to the warriors den and takes a 2 mouses. "mmm this is a good mouse he said looking around border because he was lonley
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Pinefrost entered the den with a yawn. She wasn't exactly sleepy, but tired. She curled up near the back of the area and rested her head on her paws. She let her muscles relax, but kept her hazel eyes half-open.
Stagheart watched with wistful eyes as his kits assembled beside the Nursery, for the place had become too crowded inside. So many Kits and Apprentices loved his stories that, ever since his children had spread word of them throughout ThunderClan, he couldn't get away with avoiding a Clan-wide story time.
"Daddy," Whitekit said, perching on her hind legs to stare up at Stagheart. "Can we tell my favorite story today?' Her amber eyes pleaded.
"That one?" Stagheart gave her a sideways glance, then let out a chuckle. "Don't you think it's a little dark for your friends and siblings?" He looked back at Autumnkit. "Your old favorite scared your sister half to death! Remember?"
Whitekit puffed out her fluffy chest. "But Rosekit and I aren't scared!" Holding up her little head with the pride only someone her age could have, she looked over at Rosekit...who had already taken off in fear. "Oh."
Stagheart laughed, smiling fondly down at his daughter and the crowd that had shown up to hear him speak.
"This is the story of a young cat who found her way in a hopeless place. A story of an underdog who forged her way through darkness by creating her own light." ----------
Present Day
"This," said Whitewolf, mismatched eyes gazing down at the Clan's youth from the seat that had once belonged to her adoptive father. "Is the story of the Girl Who Fell Through the World."
Whitewolf gently ruffled Emberkit's fur with a soft paw. Emberkit and Bumblekit were her own; her young that she once thought she'd never have.
"Once upon a time, there was a young cat. About your ages, actually. She had a coat as white as snow, with eyes blue like a clear sky. And her name was Winter.You see, Winter had a very happy childhood. Her two parents loved her very much, and she enjoyed playing moss ball with her friends, just like some of you do every day." Whitewolf hooked a ball of moss she'd pre-made on one of her claws and slowly rolled it to Bumblekit. "But her best friend, Spring, accidentally threw the moss ball too far one day. He flung it into the deep, deep, woods, and Winter went all the way out in attempt to get it back!"
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Storytime! Flutterpaw may have been an apprentice, but as she fluffed out her fur, trying to get comfortable, a miffed expression crossed her face. Cats shouldn't have to be kits to enjoy a good story! She settled down with her jaw over her paws and a dreamy expression entered her eye as the senior Whitewolf began her tale. Momentary confusion flicked through her mind at the mention of the words girl and Winter- what strange names! But she ignored it, too wrapped up in the story to get caught on the details.
Impish enthusiasm sparked as Whitewolf paused on a cliffhanger. "Did she get eaten by a badger?" she interjected, leaping to her feet and spiking up her fur in what she hoped was a fearful badger impersonation to the younger kits. "I went into the woods once. Saw two badgers and they didn't scare me," she boasted, preening as she ran her smooth tongue down one white paw.
Stagheart watched with wistful eyes as his kits assembled beside the Nursery, for the place had become too crowded inside. So many Kits and Apprentices loved his stories that, ever since his children had spread word of them throughout ThunderClan, he couldn't get away with avoiding a Clan-wide story time.
"Daddy," Whitekit said, perching on her hind legs to stare up at Stagheart. "Can we tell my favorite story today?' Her amber eyes pleaded.
"That one?" Stagheart gave her a sideways glance, then let out a chuckle. "Don't you think it's a little dark for your friends and siblings?" He looked back at Autumnkit. "Your old favorite scared your sister half to death! Remember?"
Whitekit puffed out her fluffy chest. "But Rosekit and I aren't scared!" Holding up her little head with the pride only someone her age could have, she looked over at Rosekit...who had already taken off in fear. "Oh."
Stagheart laughed, smiling fondly down at his daughter and the crowd that had shown up to hear him speak.
"This is the story of a young cat who found her way in a hopeless place. A story of an underdog who forged her way through darkness by creating her own light." ----------
Present Day
"This," said Whitewolf, mismatched eyes gazing down at the Clan's youth from the seat that had once belonged to her adoptive father. "Is the story of the Girl Who Fell Through the World."
Whitewolf gently ruffled Emberkit's fur with a soft paw. Emberkit and Bumblekit were her own; her young that she once thought she'd never have.
"Once upon a time, there was a young cat. About your ages, actually. She had a coat as white as snow, with eyes blue like a clear sky. And her name was Winter.You see, Winter had a very happy childhood. Her two parents loved her very much, and she enjoyed playing moss ball with her friends, just like some of you do every day." Whitewolf hooked a ball of moss she'd pre-made on one of her claws and slowly rolled it to Bumblekit. "But her best friend, Spring, accidentally threw the moss ball too far one day. He flung it into the deep, deep, woods, and Winter went all the way out in attempt to get it back!"
(NOTE: You do not have to roleplay respond to this post in order for story time to continue. If you wish to opt out of a roleplay response, simply quote this post and mention me. I will count that as your reply and continue after everyone has answered!)
STORYTIME?! Berrykit hurried to gather under Whitewolf. Her eyes shone with a deep respect and fondness for the mother that took them all in, and every fiber in her being quivered excitedly to hear the story.
So she listened, ears pricked to take in every word. Why would Spring toss the moss ball so far? Berrykit watched Whitewolf make the moss ball and roll it to Bumblekit, and she resisted the urge to pounce after it. "What happened? Did Winter go get it?" She mewed.
Oh, I thought Lionstorm got him. Like... like he got Rainywhisker and Buckstar and Applepaw.... and... and Dogspirit. Her mother's name felt sour in her mouth, once the sweetest name she could call, now it just brought on heartache and pain.
Stormpaw had forgotten about Houndkit's loss. "I'm sorry about your mother, but I'm sure she's very proud of you. You're being very brave and much like a warrior, even. I don't think I would have been quite as good as you are being."
Gaykit almost vibrated with happiness. He was close to passing out but, he was attempting to hold onto consciousnesses for at least the end of the story. He scooted closer to Whitewolf, hoping to at least get a little cuddle in. He didn’t know were the rest of his family was so getting affection was hard sometimes.
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Stagheart watched with wistful eyes as his kits assembled beside the Nursery, for the place had become too crowded inside. So many Kits and Apprentices loved his stories that, ever since his children had spread word of them throughout ThunderClan, he couldn't get away with avoiding a Clan-wide story time.
"Daddy," Whitekit said, perching on her hind legs to stare up at Stagheart. "Can we tell my favorite story today?' Her amber eyes pleaded.
"That one?" Stagheart gave her a sideways glance, then let out a chuckle. "Don't you think it's a little dark for your friends and siblings?" He looked back at Autumnkit. "Your old favorite scared your sister half to death! Remember?"
Whitekit puffed out her fluffy chest. "But Rosekit and I aren't scared!" Holding up her little head with the pride only someone her age could have, she looked over at Rosekit...who had already taken off in fear. "Oh."
Stagheart laughed, smiling fondly down at his daughter and the crowd that had shown up to hear him speak.
"This is the story of a young cat who found her way in a hopeless place. A story of an underdog who forged her way through darkness by creating her own light." ----------
Present Day
"This," said Whitewolf, mismatched eyes gazing down at the Clan's youth from the seat that had once belonged to her adoptive father. "Is the story of the Girl Who Fell Through the World."
Whitewolf gently ruffled Emberkit's fur with a soft paw. Emberkit and Bumblekit were her own; her young that she once thought she'd never have.
"Once upon a time, there was a young cat. About your ages, actually. She had a coat as white as snow, with eyes blue like a clear sky. And her name was Winter.You see, Winter had a very happy childhood. Her two parents loved her very much, and she enjoyed playing moss ball with her friends, just like some of you do every day." Whitewolf hooked a ball of moss she'd pre-made on one of her claws and slowly rolled it to Bumblekit. "But her best friend, Spring, accidentally threw the moss ball too far one day. He flung it into the deep, deep, woods, and Winter went all the way out in attempt to get it back!"
(NOTE: You do not have to roleplay respond to this post in order for story time to continue. If you wish to opt out of a roleplay response, simply quote this post and mention me. I will count that as your reply and continue after everyone has answered!)
(Headed to work but will respond when I return!<3)
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Badgerbranch dipped his head in respect for his leader. Eveningmist was new at the job, and he didn't know the huge tom very well. However, he believed that she would follow in Buckstar's pawsteps and lead the Clan to greatness. He was peaceful, and although Badgerbranch desperately wanted to prove his worth by sinking his claws into some fox-hearted RiverClan pelts, he had to grudgingly admit that peace was the better option. He had to respect his leader and his decisions, even if he didn't always agree. Eveningmist had also mentioned that it was Lionstorm's fault and not RiverClan's, but tensions were already on the rise. His whole body went tense as he thought about the wars and troubles that ThunderClan would face in the future.
Badgerbranch noticed how his suggestion seemed to upset the new leader, and he at first was a little confused, then realized why. Then he wanted to whack himself in the face with his tail. It was because of all the Clanmates they'd lost. Badgerbranch knew that they had to push forward, but it was still a difficult loss. So many cats killed by one... a former RiverClan leader... anger made his head swim, then he shook it off. Instead, he simply responded to his new leader with a dip of his broad dark brown head. "It's a difficult thing that we unfortunately must do, after what happened. I'd be glad to help, even with a heavy heart."
Now, the meeting was dismissed. Badgerbranch would make sure to be there at dusk, to help bury the bodies. The tom padded away from the meeting, his head swimming. He'd literally just left the medicine cat's den after a terrible wound caused by his wayward brother abandoning him, and he'd just been whacked in the face with Lionstorm - a cat he had once known - killing so many. Did anything even happen to him? His lip curled, and he paused, sinking his claws into the ground. ThunderClan needed to be strong, but they needed another thing, too: justice.
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