ThunderClan Territory

[touka]

@ponyapan
"well my life is doing ok, and i did have an apprentice but i'm proud to see him a strong warrior now" they sat at rock right were they could view the stars "and no i don`t have a mate yet, but I have my eyes on this one cat, shes beautiful wonderful and is the sweetest cat i know" after that last bit he wrapped his tail around her. he looked at her,"I just hope she feels the same"

[ponyapan]

@caswshay617

"That's great to hear, I've always wanted an apprentice too," Cranerose said, nostaliga in her voice. She perked up when Sharpclaw started to talk about the cat that he liked, and she felt something heavy in her. Get yourself together, Cranerose. Of course there's someone he likes. "Well, she sounds like a lovely cat, and I'm sure you'd be a lovely couple. Nothing less for a cat like you, Sharpclaw." She relished in the closeness with the cat. "Just a piece of friendly advice- Talk to her, Starclan knows I should have done so," she said, looking back at Sharpclaw with warmth.

[touka]

@ponyapan
"well then, i will" he said looking at her.
"your the beautiful, kind, sweet cat i like" he said going closer to cranerose,"I just don`t know how you have felt for me"

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by Moonraven

Her eyes took on a more calculative glint as she observed the situation. There was still some unsettling running through her system at the mess in front of her, however, she was not a green warrior fresh out of apprenticeship. She had enough moons on her shoulder to act mature and not panic. Thunderclan came first and foremost in her, she had to gauge what level of threat this was. She raised her head as she heard the tom descend to the blackened earth. She paid little mind to his shaky form, more intrigued with trying to put the pieces of this puzzle together. Why had he been sitting in the tree? Had he been waiting for someone? He didn't seem to be in a state of shock? She's seen in enough cats during the fire that swept through their territory to recognize shock.

As he began stuttering his answer, it seemed somewhat forced to her. The stutters, she pushed it to the back of her mind while moving closer to the bodies on the ground. She was mindful of the blood as she walked, keeping the tom in her peripheral vision as she observed the bodies. It was very uncommon to find cats that are willing to fight to the death. It made more sense to run from a losing battle and live another day. Rogues and loners were cowards at heart, they didn't have that sense of duty or loyalty that came with offering their lives for a greater cause. So she found it very odd that these cats were willing to give their lives for some prey. There was more the one clan to steal from... What was even weirder was that an outsider with, as far as she knew, no clan ties was had been able to fight off both attackers. He must have been a very good brawler or these cats had to have been very bad. Yet he made it sound like these cats were extremely aggressive and that her clan had something to fear from them. Considering where they lay in a pool of their own blood and him still alive, it seemed to her he was more of a threat than them.

"Well, I suppose my clan and I owe you thanks for your assistance." She stepped away from the bodies, she'd have to remove them from the territory later or bury them. It seemed dishonorable burying them on clan territory though so perhaps she'll take further away to outside the border and hope a scavenger comes for them. Leaving them here to rot would cause her clan trouble further in the future and she had enough to deal with as is. "Are you wounded?" She wondered, running those inquisitive irises along his body looking for signs of injuries. Regardless of what he had done, she did not trust him since there were too many questions were unanswered. Worse comes to worst she could ask Tallmarsh for some herbs and send the tom on his way. "Do you have a name? And if you don't mind me asking what your connection to my clan is?" It must be some connection considering he was so willing to risk his life to ensure that prey wasn't stolen from their territory. The flame-point kept a few tail lengths of distances between them, still suspicious of him and she let that be known in her body language.

'Not all clancats are dull it seems, what a pleasant surprise,' he commented in his mind as he watched her take in the scene with a calculative look. She was weary of him and his tale, which was to be expected. It was a shaky tale at best, it wasn't meant to be good. But so long as she didn't further question him on it, then it didn't exactly matter, did it? The fact stood that she was talking to him, she wasn't running for her clanmates, she wasn't attacking, or panicking. 'A seasoned warrior perhaps, a warrior with some history with the clan.' The exact kind of cat he wanted for information.

As she moved away from the bodies, the tip of his tail flicked slightly. "Oh it's.. It's no problem really, I try to help whenever I can," he meowed, eyes focusing on her but glancing away anytime she tried to make eye contact. He couldn't mimic emotion with his eyes, they were bottomless pits of orange fire, cold with lack of emotion. He could mimic demeanor, body language, voice inflections, but he couldn't bring emotion to his eyes. "Just.. Just a little bit, nothing serious.. Mostly just sore muscles." Hannibal looked back at her as she asked for his name, and his connection to the clan. "O-Oh, my name is Fell. My father, he used to be a member of your clan, back when Snowstar was leader.. His name was Onyxnose, b-but he left soon after Passionstar became leader to be with my mother.. He still cared about the clan and taught me to care for the clan too.."
At this point, his eyes focused on her fully.

"Has the clan been okay, since he left? He never had the gall to talk to the patrols, ashamed that he had left the clan. Honestly, I hoped to go back to him with some news, he's quite sick now and I'm not sure how long he has. At the very least, I'd like to fill him in before he goes on to Starclan."
'Hopefully that's how their Starclan works.' He thought afterwards, he hadn't been able to gather too much information about that strange congregation of spirits that the clans believed in. He only knew they gave their leaders the power of living again after death, as the leader Grousestar had proved after he had killed him. Regardless, this little ploy better work. He didn't feel like dragging her off and forcing the information from her, then it might not be completely truthful, and then, well. He didn't feel like killing her, unless it was absolutely necessary. He just wanted information. She could play along with his story, believe him, give him information and herbs for his 'sore muscles' and he'd be on his way, or. Well. Another clan cat would fall to his claws.

[ponyapan]

@caswshay617

Cranerose took a step back, confused.
"Sharp-Sharpclaw!" she looked at him with wide eyes, shock glistering with moonlight, and pelt a bit bristled. But when she met his eyes, her fur settled, and she calmed down, though her heartbeat didn't. "Sharpclaw, wow... ! I had no idea that you felt that way, really. How? Since when? You're such a great cat. But, I have to say.." She met his eyes, this time with confidence. Starclan, please, let this be this truth. She couldn't stand another cat playing with her feelings as a 'joke'.
"I'm happy to say I say the same."

[touka]

@ponyapan
sharpclaw rose up then licked cranerose`s ear happy to know she liked him back" really i thought a cat like you would never like a cat like me,im just a tom who sucks at trying to explain feelings"

[ponyapan]

@caswshay617 @caswshay617

Cranerose leaned into the touch and nuzzled Sharpclaw happily.
"Sharpclaw, seriously? You thought I would never like you? It's been the other way around! Didn't you notice how I tried to get closer to you all this time?" she admitted, finally feeling safe enough to admit her feelings. Her whiskers fluttered in amusement. "Seriously, I thought I was the only one too awkward to talk about my feelings." She purred.

[Moonraven]

Originally Posted by The Cannibal

'Not all clancats are dull it seems, what a pleasant surprise,' he commented in his mind as he watched her take in the scene with a calculative look. She was weary of him and his tale, which was to be expected. It was a shaky tale at best, it wasn't meant to be good. But so long as she didn't further question him on it, then it didn't exactly matter, did it? The fact stood that she was talking to him, she wasn't running for her clanmates, she wasn't attacking, or panicking. 'A seasoned warrior perhaps, a warrior with some history with the clan.' The exact kind of cat he wanted for information.

As she moved away from the bodies, the tip of his tail flicked slightly. "Oh it's.. It's no problem really, I try to help whenever I can," he meowed, eyes focusing on her but glancing away anytime she tried to make eye contact. He couldn't mimic emotion with his eyes, they were bottomless pits of orange fire, cold with lack of emotion. He could mimic demeanor, body language, voice inflections, but he couldn't bring emotion to his eyes. "Just.. Just a little bit, nothing serious.. Mostly just sore muscles." Hannibal looked back at her as she asked for his name, and his connection to the clan. "O-Oh, my name is Fell. My father, he used to be a member of your clan, back when Snowstar was leader.. His name was Onyxnose, b-but he left soon after Passionstar became leader to be with my mother.. He still cared about the clan and taught me to care for the clan too.."
At this point, his eyes focused on her fully.

"Has the clan been okay, since he left? He never had the gall to talk to the patrols, ashamed that he had left the clan. Honestly, I hoped to go back to him with some news, he's quite sick now and I'm not sure how long he has. At the very least, I'd like to fill him in before he goes on to Starclan."
'Hopefully that's how their Starclan works.' He thought afterwards, he hadn't been able to gather too much information about that strange congregation of spirits that the clans believed in. He only knew they gave their leaders the power of living again after death, as the leader Grousestar had proved after he had killed him. Regardless, this little ploy better work. He didn't feel like dragging her off and forcing the information from her, then it might not be completely truthful, and then, well. He didn't feel like killing her, unless it was absolutely necessary. He just wanted information. She could play along with his story, believe him, give him information and herbs for his 'sore muscles' and he'd be on his way, or. Well. Another clan cat would fall to his claws.

What a sketchy cat. Dragonflysong found it difficult to catch his eye. It was common courtesy to look someone in the eye when talking to them, or at least that is what she had been taught. He seemed to have no problem looking at her when she wasn't trying to catch his gaze. This merely added onto to that gut-wrenching feeling that something was off about this whole thing. She pushed that emotion to the side for the time being, although she had no problem fighting, she'd much rather avoid it if possible. There was some tension in the air, however, everything was mostly neutral for the moment she'd like to keep it that way as long as tolerable.

I'm sure that you do, She thought sarcastically to herself at his first words. It was highly unlikely that fighting two full-grown cats, from the looks of the bodies, would only result in sore muscles. Dragonflysong thought herself a decent fighter and had the training, yet she knew that she would have gotten some deep scratches and nips if fighting to the death in a two on one. She decided to assume that his story was fabricated along with everything else coming out of his maw. Unfornatatly, she took her place in the clan before Snowstar's time and was not long under Passionstar's leadership, so she couldn't say if this Onyxnose was an actual warrior or not. She supposed she could ask some elders when she returned to camp later. The way his eyes finally settled on her made it hard to tell if he was lying or not.

She decided not to nitpick too much on his backgrounds or his father, she'd rather get him out of her fur as quickly as possible. Although seeing as he wanted information on her clan, that wasn't something she could just hand over to any random cat with 'supposed' ties to her clan. "If your father is heading to Silverpelt he can ask all the questions he wants about Thunderclan there." There was a minor edge of finality in her voice as she narrowed her eyes. She was uncertain if the cats outside of the clan actually went to Starclan, whether they did or not, cats who left the clan had no right to seek news about it after they've left. If Fell's father wanted to know how the clan was he shouldn't have gone. "If there is nothing else then I'll escort you to the border. Though thankful for your help, you're still trespassing. If you have no intention of joining then you'll have to leave." Considering he was taught how clans were run and their rules she didn't think she'd have to explain why he had to go. If he had no serious wounds then she wasn't going to bother Tallmash. Thunderclan needed the herbs with Leafbare right on their tails, not to mention the trouble was going to be stirred up with Windclan.

[Freesia]

Originally Posted by tutler

Roaringthunder thought perhaps after the walk with wildfire he needed to cool down, he was an old soul and not that he couldn’t keep up with the energy of those his age or even older he just didn’t want to. The large grey Tom was swept into the cool night by a desire to be alone with his thoughts again. The sweet lullaby of brittle branches gently rubbing against each other in a bone chilling dance, the still singed territory bringing with it a horrible stench. It would be long before the foliage grey thick enough to hunt properly, it left the clan feeling exposed. Bare branches no longer bore leaves and the moss and grass burnt to ash. It was sad but also as he had observed like a cleansing. Perhaps emotionally and physically. The forest breathed life however desolate it appeared to be now. Sprouts would shoot up to touch the sun kissed sky by the time the snow melted away next season. Though the fire had taken lives... it was good in its own regard.

The large tom plodded along not fearing the possibility of frightening prey, he wasn’t delicate with his steps and swayed as the wind brushed up against his sides in a playfully enticing way. Taking a deeply troubled breath the large warrior pushed his way through the dying and decayed bushes when he heard a yowl.

He paused briefly not frightened in the slightest, head tilted back to catch wind of the scent. Though nothing came but ash and decay. His ears pinned to his skull and he headed in its direction. If an intruder had come this far onto their territory he doubted any singular warrior would like to take him on alone. Not because of his fighting skills but rather his sheer size and height. It was enough to frighten any average sized cat. Before long the moon revealed a silhouette amongst the shadows a thin and dainty shape compared to his. He didn’t bother being secretive as he drew closer until the scent embraced him. Faint scent of herbs, thunderclan and- ah Tallmarsh. Frustration radiated off of her like feisty waves and a gentle smile touched his lips. “Frustrated this evening?” his voice came smooth and un accusing. He could understand the stress she was under. There he stopped promptly within a few tail lengths following her gaze to the stars that peeled behind the trees. “I hear yelling is a good outlet” he mused quietly sweeping his tail around his paws and bringing himself to a seated position. “I hope you don’t mind if I joined you?” he paused “though if you do intend on screaming a little more I’ll respect your space. Maybe spare my ears while I’m at it” he said with a playful twinkle dancing behind his yellow eyes.

Tallmarsh yelped in surprise at the sound of another voice. “Ah... you could say that,” she sighed, turning around. She recalled seeing this tom before, around camp a few times, but she didn’t know his name. “No, go ahead. I think I’ve yelled enough for one night. If I scare off any more prey, Flintstar will have my neck.” She stretched out so she was laying down, her paws tucked neatly underneath her, and her striped tail curled behind her. She turned her face back up the sky, her one good eye gleaming in the bright starlight. “I just...needed to get away. From everything, you know? StarClan knows life has been insane lately. The fire, Passionstar-“ her voice hitched on the former leader’s name, but she continued, bringing her face back down to stare at a stray leaf falling to the ground in front of her. “Then ShadowClan gets a new medicine cat, and he barges into camp saying I’m supposed to train him.” Her voice takes on a harsher tone when she mentions Shadestripe. I just needed free time for once.

[Freesia]

Originally Posted by Bliss Girl

Ashenrain straightened up her body with her ears perked up. The molly knew it was hard to make friends with Shadowclan now that Icestar was leader, but it wouldn't hurt. "Yeah he is quite interesting. I don't full trust him to be honest, but he is a medicine cat. Perhaps later on we'll get used to him.", she meowed. The expecting warrior glanced over her shoulder as a bug flew by. "It's been stressful for me too, but not because of him. Something I'd rather not talk about.", Ashenrain added.

Tallmarsh nodded knowingly. Everyone has their problems. StarClan knows she had hers. “I just needed to get away from everything. Just for a bit,” she sighed. “Life gets crazy when everyone’s eyes are on you. When you have to look after an entire Clan, things can get overwhelming.” I can’t imagine how Flintstar manages to hold up. Everything rides on him. The medicine cat sat up taller and wrapped her tail around her paws. “I try my best to serve my Clan.”