ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[AnayaDusksong]

@Aura
@Jusniffles

"Well, I should go," Goldenstorm sighed. "Gingerstep was right -- I have a Clan, and I need to protect it." He smiled and touched His nose to his mate's ear, then did the same to Lionkit. "See you later Creamfrost." He then turned and took his leave.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Wyldfire

Panting heavily, the she cat lowered herself onto her belly and pressed her face into her paws. Shutting and squeezing her eyes tight to escape redreeds face. And yet even there was the cat. In her mind. She couldn't go on like this, if she attempted to sleep the reoccurring nightmare would plague her of any rest. If she made an attempt to take a walk she would jump from her own shadow. She re opened her eyes. Perhaps I'll star gaze, the possibility of me seeing redreed in the stars isn't very likely. That's where starclan reside. They will forgive me... Right? just as she rose to her paws and stretched herself out falconclaws siloute appeared in front of her. She jerked her head upwards and stared at him. Fear hidden deep within her blue optics. She swallowed the bile raisin in her roast and stared him down. Challenging him to ask questions. I wasn't doing anything suspicious... Right? No how could he know? You are being to paranoid silverfawn... Just breath. He was problably just coming in to sleep now. Right? He couldn't have seen anything. pausing to collect her thoughts she sat down casually. Nightmares. Yes. I don't even have to lie! she smiled weakly "Yes. Just nightmares" she meows. Looking him up and down catiosuly.

She had seen the Tom around so many times, she had also bumped into him this one time as well. Literally knocking him over. The other times she looked like such a clutz. Maybe it was because she found his aesthetic quite intriguing, who could really say? I could fall head over heels for anyone. Which means my standards are quite low. She lashed her tail. Her nerves seemed to have faded away and for the first time sac de meeting him she wasn't acting mouse brained "well, I'm just going out to uh. Stargaze. I suppose you wouldn't mind just letting me pass?" she questioned, keeping her voice in a low whisper. To avoid waking her clanmates. Oh silver. Stop being a whimp and invite him to go with you! It will be fun to have a companion. she thought, but just as she was going to open her mouth he started first. As she settled back to listen the colour in her face drained very slowly. Her eyes widened beyond normal size and she leaned far back from him. "W- what?" she stuttered, merely a gasp of words. She pulled her tail in around her hindlegs and ducked her head away from him. She swallowed hard trying to dismiss the lump in her throat. Her lip quivered.

How did he know? No. No I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought I got over this! she stood on her paws and crouched over her nest. Hackles raised with fear. The hatred of his words behind her name made her shudder. Made her skin crawl with invisible insects. "It's it's not what you think, falconclaw... I.. I.. S- swear it's not w- what you think" she said earnestly. She was so desperate for acceptance that it brought her to silent tears. First forming in her eyes than trailing down through her fur. Heating her face. Her teeth chattered nervously. Just as she was able to break her walls down and open herself up to others, this happens. Falconclaw came and smashed her walls to dust yet again. Breaking down what she had already rebuilt of herself.

"It's not what I think?"

The tabby's voice reached an octave that he should have been proud of, but he was furious. "Tell you what, Silverfawn. How about you explain this to me and we'll see if it's 'what I think.'" Teeth bared in a silent snarl, the feline motioned for her to sit down. To sit down and talk about what he had seen. What the tabby was thinking at the moment was something that probably would have been better left unsaid, and yet he was tempted to yell at her. To tell her that she was a liar, that she was tricking him, that she was an awful cat. Because he knew that she was wrong. This was exactly what he was thinking, and he imagined that she must be a pretty good actress by now. Especially with the fake tears he could see coming down her face? Ugh. Such a drama queen. Now, Falconclaw was the type to instantly accuse someone of that. He had never been a forgiving type of tom, and even less now that he suspected Silverfawn of training in the Dark Forest.

"What I don't understand is that before now you seemed like a loyal warrior. Clumsy, but loyal. And you've betrayed us all?" His growl was low, dangerous, sounding as though he were planning to lash out at any second before he shook his head. It wasn't worth it. None of it was worth it. He wouldn't hurt a clanmate, as the cat before him was choosing to do. Though it might be nice to kill some of that awful Dark Forest scum. Falconclaw's fangs gleamed like miniature stars, and he watched her, eyes glowing in the most dangerous manner. At the moment he truly hated the cat before him. She had betrayed them. She had lied. If she had just admitted to it at first, perhaps he would have been willing to go easier. But part of him wanted to drag her out and kill her right then and there. He wouldn't do it, of course, the tom wasn't a monster - but the Dark Forest was constantly bothering him. Just the fact that it was there.

And a cat that he liked... well, partly liked, he could appreciate her company and stuff but sometimes it was hard to get along with her because she was so clumsy and she partly bothered him. The tom could still remember how they had first met. How long ago had it been since she had tripped over his... tail, hadn't it been? He'd told her she needed to be more careful. But Falconclaw couldn't believe that she had been a traitor. It's not what you think, Falconclaw... I swear it's not what you think. But how could she say that when he was looking at her, seeing the damage done to her nest, the obvious mental damage that had been done to her, and listening to her say that it wasn't what he thought? She had lied to his face. He knew it. And lies were something that the tabby tom simply could not tolerate. So if things were going to continue going downhill... then there would be trouble later on.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Ceridwen

His gaze flickered away for a moment while he thought about how he would answer. Beginning to see that this would be a more delicate conversation, he tried to think up the right words that wouldn't push her to even greater ire. There wasn't a clear path to breaking down walls with any cat, but some were tougher nuts to crack than others. He shifted his weight, "Oh! I'm glad to hear you're doing alright! It's just that...well you know...current events and all, seems like everyone's a bit down lately," He sighed, he hated seeing his clanmates in a rut, but the only thing he could do to help them was to keep smiling and give them someone to talk to.

When she went on about her philosophy on friends, his eyes widened a bit. "You don't need a lot of friends? W-well I suppose that's good, if that's the way you like it," He was feeling more uncomfortable by the minute, as if he had goofed up monumentally by disturbing Kestrelpaw's peace. It sounded almost as if she wanted him to go away. Yet, he didn't want her to feel as if he'd just wasted her time talking to him. Was it worse for him to keep going, or to leave her be? "Hmm, I like to think of every cat in the clan as friend," He gave a wide smile, trying to downplay his nerves, "We're all in it together, after all,"

"Current events that should have been over long ago." At first, Kestrelpaw had agreed wholeheartedly that it was WindClan's fault. They were evil, vile, bad cats. But now things were getting out of hand. Although she wasn't a leader, nor a deputy - what say did a young apprentice have in all of this? Sharp, intelligent eyes met Buffalopaw's own. A snort came from her maw at his statement about it being good if that was the way she liked it. What did it matter what she liked? The world went on whether Kestrelpaw liked it or not. Cats lived in ThunderClan whether she liked it or not. She had very few true friends. Whether she liked it or not. And, honestly, that was the way the sandy feline preferred it. Fewer friends turned her into the type of cat that she preferred to be. She studied.

And she was smart. She worked hard. And someday she would be a good warrior - Kestrelpaw imagined things like love and friendship would keep her from meeting her goal. Not that she was a sociopath - the feline just had never really felt like she needed friends. Not many of them, anyways. "You're just a little ray of sunshine, aren't you? Where'd you get that type of attitude?" The sandy cat bit back a laugh, though her whiskers continued to twitch in amusement after she had stopped speaking. Outside of her family, she had never met anyone with such a friendly, positive attitude and a love for life. There were cats she had seen before, of course, but not cats that she had met.

[Gone]

Buzzardpaw stepped out of the apprentice's den, stretching out his paws before he gazed at the sky, the temperature was far from the best, his white fur with black spots was all groomed, it was something he tended to keep, he wanted to stay good-looking, green hues scanning the camp, he dipped his head in some of the cat's direction, a smile creeping its way onto his maw, his gaze then locked itself on one particular apprentice, Everpaw, it sure was rare to see her do nothing, most of the time, she wanted to do something, she was the kind of cat others would take example of in the future, well, for him of course. Making his way to her, he dipped his head in her direction. "Greetings, Everpaw." He greeted, gazing down at her, he was a little taller than her, even though they were the same age. "So, how's it going?" He asked, lightly cocking his head to the side, the tom was definitively kind, he was also very talkative, but also there to listen to others whenever they had something to take off of their shoulders. "It sure is a great day, eh?" He asked, the sarcasm was evident in his voice, with the temperature and all, it was horrible.

Sitting down, the tom wrapped his tail around his paws, gazing forward, he had dreams, he wanted to be leader one day, like everyone, but he had other plans in mind, he was sick of hearing about all these battles that had happened in the past, and when he heard about StarClan, where every clan lived in harmony, it made him think that... The clans could also live like that, but it seemed that no one shared his view of this future, so he stopped talking about it, he was told the idea was stupid, but sacrificing a life to keep a territory while it could be shared by everyone, this was worse, he couldn't help but imagine the number of lives that would've been saved if all the clans would've been one, he turned his gaze towards his paws and smiled, like the gatherings for example, there was no fighting over there, it was forbidden, though, his dream lived on, deep inside of him, he then turned back to look at Everpaw, his smile still plastered to his maw, awaiting her answer.

@Empress Of Evil

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Raven & Co

Buzzardpaw stepped out of the apprentice's den, stretching out his paws before he gazed at the sky, the temperature was far from the best, his white fur with black spots was all groomed, it was something he tended to keep, he wanted to stay good-looking, green hues scanning the camp, he dipped his head in some of the cat's direction, a smile creeping its way onto his maw, his gaze then locked itself on one particular apprentice, Everpaw, it sure was rare to see her do nothing, most of the time, she wanted to do something, she was the kind of cat others would take example of in the future, well, for him of course. Making his way to her, he dipped his head in her direction. "Greetings, Everpaw." He greeted, gazing down at her, he was a little taller than her, even though they were the same age. "So, how's it going?" He asked, lightly cocking his head to the side, the tom was definitively kind, he was also very talkative, but also there to listen to others whenever they had something to take off of their shoulders. "It sure is a great day, eh?" He asked, the sarcasm was evident in his voice, with the temperature and all, it was horrible.

Sitting down, the tom wrapped his tail around his paws, gazing forward, he had dreams, he wanted to be leader one day, like everyone, but he had other plans in mind, he was sick of hearing about all these battles that had happened in the past, and when he heard about StarClan, where every clan lived in harmony, it made him think that... The clans could also live like that, but it seemed that no one shared his view of this future, so he stopped talking about it, he was told the idea was stupid, but sacrificing a life to keep a territory while it could be shared by everyone, this was worse, he couldn't help but imagine the number of lives that would've been saved if all the clans would've been one, he turned his gaze towards his paws and smiled, like the gatherings for example, there was no fighting over there, it was forbidden, though, his dream lived on, deep inside of him, he then turned back to look at Everpaw, his smile still plastered to his maw, awaiting her answer.

@Empress Of Evil

A calico she-cat was lying beneath a tree branch which arched over her head, providing shelter from the light droplets of rain and keeping her cool from the humid air. Everpaw watched her clan mates bustle around the camp busily from where she sat. Normally she too would be scurrying around and not to take notice of any of the cats around her, but she had just been hunting from dawn to sunhigh and had decided to take a break. She deserved one. Now all she needed was a bit of peace and quiet to relax. Perhaps the camp wasn’t the safest place, but she didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the territory where it was more dangerous than the camp. Just as her eyelids were starting to sink downwards, the opened sharply again as someone spoke. With an expression of annoyance on her face, she glared at the cat who had disturbed her, fur bristling in agitation. She scanned the cat before she realised who it was. It was Buzzardpaw, a cat who she had only briefly talked to a few times before. She didn’t know much about him but she knew enough. The she-cat wouldn’t normally mind his presence, but right now she did. No one got in the way of her and her rest.

“It sure is,” Everpaw replied with an equally sarcastic tone. She ignored his previous questions, suddenly feeling rather grumpy. The calico apprentice wasn’t a fan of socialising and had a small amount of patience. She tried to be more patient around the few friends she had but sometimes it was just too hard for her. “What do you want? I was just about to fall asleep,” Everpaw continued, annoyance dancing in her yellow orbs. She rested her chin on her paws and looked away from the tom cat. She knew it was rude of her to fall asleep while someone was talking to her, but she wasn’t feeling very respectful right now. The she-cat had quite the temper and liked it when things went her way. Once again, the she-cat felt her eyelids drooping down and she let her muscles relax. Although she was on the verge of letting sleep take over her, she was waiting for the moment that Buzzardpaw awoke her again with words that spilled out of his mouth so easily. Anytime now I’m going to be awake again. She let out a quiet sigh.

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With a rabbit and a small mouse clutched between her jaws, Everpaw padded through the camp entrance. It had taken her all morning to find these two pieces of prey, but she’d finally done it. It was quite impressive for an apprentice, but that was just something that the calico did. She liked to push herself and she never stopped at average. She liked to overachieve and she didn’t care how long it might take her. She placed rabbit next the fresh kill pile keeping the mouse in her mouth at the same time. She carefully grabbed another small mouse from the pile before shaking out her pelt and padding over to a spot next the elders den. The area around the elders den was normally more quiet than anywhere else in the camp. Except for a few kits and elders, the area was abandoned. She placed down the two mice and starting taking bites out of one of them.

[Sorry it’s a bit short x.x]

@meraki

[Gone]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

A calico she-cat was lying beneath a tree branch which arched over her head, providing shelter from the light droplets of rain and keeping her cool from the humid air. Everpaw watched her clan mates bustle around the camp busily from where she sat. Normally she too would be scurrying around and not to take notice of any of the cats around her, but she had just been hunting from dawn to sunhigh and had decided to take a break. She deserved one. Now all she needed was a bit of peace and quiet to relax. Perhaps the camp wasn’t the safest place, but she didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the territory where it was more dangerous than the camp. Just as her eyelids were starting to sink downwards, the opened sharply again as someone spoke. With an expression of annoyance on her face, she glared at the cat who had disturbed her, fur bristling in agitation. She scanned the cat before she realised who it was. It was Buzzardpaw, a cat who she had only briefly talked to a few times before. She didn’t know much about him but she knew enough. The she-cat wouldn’t normally mind his presence, but right now she did. No one got in the way of her and her rest.

“It sure is,” Everpaw replied with an equally sarcastic tone. She ignored his previous questions, suddenly feeling rather grumpy. The calico apprentice wasn’t a fan of socialising and had a small amount of patience. She tried to be more patient around the few friends she had but sometimes it was just too hard for her. “What do you want? I was just about to fall asleep,” Everpaw continued, annoyance dancing in her yellow orbs. She rested her chin on her paws and looked away from the tom cat. She knew it was rude of her to fall asleep while someone was talking to her, but she wasn’t feeling very respectful right now. The she-cat had quite the temper and liked it when things went her way. Once again, the she-cat felt her eyelids drooping down and she let her muscles relax. Although she was on the verge of letting sleep take over her, she was waiting for the moment that Buzzardpaw awoke her again with words that spilled out of his mouth so easily. Anytime now I’m going to be awake again. She let out a quiet sigh.

Buzzardpaw gazed at the she-cat, ears lowering. "Sure didn't mean to wake you up, but in all honestly, I think we've already been told many times not to sleep in camp... Some might just think you're bathing in the sun, but with the weather, eh..." He said, ears twitching. "I even wonder how you'll sleep with all that... The others speaking, the weather, basically anything you don't want is right there, you don't even have a nest or anything to sleep in, or on... It's just plain ground." The spotted tom mewed softly. "Well... I guess the grass can't be that bad... Heh..." He added. he didn't want to be too loud either, as he had enough respect to give her the chance to fall asleep, he honestly hated sleeping on the territory, or anywhere outside of his den, at the mercy of everything, his ears lowered a tad, this wasn't the great moment to talk and he knew it, so he thought for a bit until an idea popped in his head and he smiled down at the she-cat.

Hearing that she was just as sarcastic as him when she spoke about the weather was a great start, well, for him anyway. He slowly placed his tail on behind her neck and started stroking. "I guess, while I'm at it, I could definitively help you to sleep." He murmured and started humming a little. His smile fading as his tail lightly stroked her fur, it was relaxing, he wasn't too rough or anything, it was something his mother used to do when he was still in the nursery. "Thank me later..." He murmured and just kept on humming afterwards, shutting his green hues and enjoying the sounds of his surroundings, well, he tried to, but he only hoped to make Everpaw happy.

(If you wanna Timeskip after, I sure don't mind, because Buzzardpaw is honestly a very polite cat, so if someone wants to sleep, he'll help them go to sleep and do his stuff afterwards, he's kind of like a mother to her kits. x3)

[Jusniffles]

Lionkit didn't pay much attention to the exchange, as he couldn't hear yet, but when Gingerstep walked in, he was slightly confused. Scenting her as she came in, talked, and walked out, he tried to identify her as somebody that he knew. The ginger tabby seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his claw on it. He just shrugged and mewled again, continuing to play on his own.

@AnayaDusksong @Little Bird

[Cosmo]

@AnayaDusksong @Jusniffles
Creamfrost didn't understand why Gingerstep left. As she looked down at Lionkit, it dawned on her that nobody knew. Not her mate. Not her. Not her kit. No one in the nursery that had been listening. Just no one. Absolutely no one. Creamfrost felt hurt that Gingerstep had left. She knew the molly wasn't the kindest cat, but still. Couldn't she at least try to be nicer to her nephew?

[Harestep]

Houndkit looked at Mistkit excitedly. `` I know, right? We’re almost warriors!`` he squealed. The tom wriggled on the floor, squealing.
Houndkit stared at Snowstar excitedly. `` Look!``

[Harestep]

The apprentice snorted. `` I actually have something IMPORTANT to tell Wheatfur.`` he ducked his head and padded towards Wheatfur, clearly traumatized about all the attention ThunderClan was giving her. `` Wheatfur, may we talk in private?`` Harepaw and the ThunderClan medicine cat padded out the den.
`` What’s the problem?`` Wheatfur asked.
`` I’d like to become your apprentice. I’ve learnt that being a Medicine Cat is more that what meets the eye, saving a cat’s life and all. One medicine cat is not enough for this Clan with all the recent battles with ShadowClan and WindClan. There should be two.`` answered Harepaw.
Wheatfur gulped. This was a big decision for her.