ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[wickedvirtues]

@Mystical

Lynxpaw had been an apprentice for moons now, but the giddy excitement in her chest hadn't gone away yet. She felt so useful! She could hunt, fight, and help her Clan! And her mentor Morningblue was fun to train with. He wasn't the most..smiley cat, but he was nice! And she was making new friends, other 'paws. Not many friends, but a few. She liked to spend a bit of time by herself, hunt a bit, maybe sleep after training. She didn't get as much sleep now, but she was still able to keep up in training, if not being a tiny bit sluggish in the mornings.

She pricked her ears, noticing a familiar pelt, a grin stretched across her maw as she trotted over confidently. "Hi, Leafpaw!" She mewed, hoping he remembered her. Otherwise this would be creepy..was this creepy? She hoped it wasn't. But they'd met before, and she didn't look that different. Same white and gray fur, same eyes, same nub tail. So he could possibly remember her. Worth a shot, anyways.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Panic! (at the Disco)

@Mystical

Lynxpaw had been an apprentice for moons now, but the giddy excitement in her chest hadn't gone away yet. She felt so useful! She could hunt, fight, and help her Clan! And her mentor Morningblue was fun to train with. He wasn't the most..smiley cat, but he was nice! And she was making new friends, other 'paws. Not many friends, but a few. She liked to spend a bit of time by herself, hunt a bit, maybe sleep after training. She didn't get as much sleep now, but she was still able to keep up in training, if not being a tiny bit sluggish in the mornings.

She pricked her ears, noticing a familiar pelt, a grin stretched across her maw as she trotted over confidently. "Hi, Leafpaw!" She mewed, hoping he remembered her. Otherwise this would be creepy..was this creepy? She hoped it wasn't. But they'd met before, and she didn't look that different. Same white and gray fur, same eyes, same nub tail. So he could possibly remember her. Worth a shot, anyways.

The Siamese tom was lying down in the clearing, he felt as if he deserved to be lazy for a while. He was twelve moons old and felt like he spent too much time training, and not enough time actually becoming friends with all kinds of different cats. He wasn't saying that he didn't like to train because he wanted to be a great warrior, but he still wanted to have lots of friends. Leafpaw looked around when he heard a cat say his name. His gaze caught on a cat who looked exactly like Lynxpaw. Actually, she was Lynxpaw! He jumped to his paws and padded over closer to her. "Lynxpaw, how're you?"

[Fawn]

@Constellation

Sheepcloud paced the expanse of the ThunderClan camp, teal-green eyes trained to the ground in concentration. Her thoughts were on one thing: what the patrols had been reporting recently, a threat to her beloved Clan’s safety. A fox had been scented in the territory -- some days, the scenter was said to be dull, but others it was as strong as ever, leading the she-cat to believe it had taken refuge in the wrong forest. Not a surprise considering they were situated in a wooded area, but an unwelcome visitor. What if a patrol of mentors and apprentices stumbled upon it? The younger cats would be in definite danger, perhaps even killed in an attempt to escape or fight the beast. Although she wasn’t a very worrisome cat in general, preferring to live a more relaxed life, she wasn’t going to take things of this nature lightly. After the WindClan and ShadowClan raid, they weren’t in a position where it would be feasible for their survival as an already-weakened Clan to lose any more warriors. A touch of bitterness swept through her at the thought of the raid, even though it was decidedly a ThunderClan (and perhaps RiverClan, to an extent) victory. It’d been uncalled for--not to mention unfair--in her opinion, but there was no changing the past. They would continue to show WindClan that ThunderClan could hold its own against all of their opponents. Even worse, she remembered ShadowClan’s part in the attack; how could they have betrayed ThunderClan like that? Goldenstar and Halfgaze ought to be ashamed for their role in it, teaming up against them in a brutal raid on their camp. It was dishonorable, and Sheepcloud wondered if Snowstar would confront either Clan about their actions at the gathering.

So lost in her combination of concerned and resentful thoughts, Sheepcloud didn’t realize she was approaching another feline until the top of her head gently collided with their figure. Upon impact, she jolted back and felt heat burn under her pelt, embarrassed by her clumsiness. “I’m sorry,” she blurted immediately, her tone absolutely mortified, “I didn’t see you there.” Despite the collision being a rather light one, the ThunderClan she-cat wanted to cover her face in shame when she noticed the cat she bumped into was none other than Passionblaze, the deputy. From what she’d seen of him, he boasted a wonderful temperament and was an overall extremely admirable cat, a great deputy, but that didn’t stop her from envising the worst - what if he hated her forever because of this incident? “I’m.. a bit clumsy,” Sheepcloud admitted, a hint of laughter spilling from her. After a pause, she added, “I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything.” It was kind of silly; Passionblaze was a sturdy cat, and she doubted she could actually injure him like that. However, her caring nature made her unable to go without asking since she truly wanted to ensure he was alright.

Suddenly, an expression of thoughtfulness replaced the previous embarrassment etched across her face. “As the deputy, I’m sure you’ve heard about the patrols lately?” It was a partial question, and Sheepcloud tilted her head in curiosity as she awaited his reply. “It’s not really the best news for ThunderClan, but nothing that can’t be handled.” Especially after the attack.. “Preferably before it becomes a tangible problem, I mean.” Kits and young apprentices going missing, warriors being maimed - all of those were genuine possibilities with a fox inhabiting the territory.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Rose Queen

@Constellation

Sheepcloud paced the expanse of the ThunderClan camp, teal-green eyes trained to the ground in concentration. Her thoughts were on one thing: what the patrols had been reporting recently, a threat to her beloved Clan’s safety. A fox had been scented in the territory -- some days, the scenter was said to be dull, but others it was as strong as ever, leading the she-cat to believe it had taken refuge in the wrong forest. Not a surprise considering they were situated in a wooded area, but an unwelcome visitor. What if a patrol of mentors and apprentices stumbled upon it? The younger cats would be in definite danger, perhaps even killed in an attempt to escape or fight the beast. Although she wasn’t a very worrisome cat in general, preferring to live a more relaxed life, she wasn’t going to take things of this nature lightly. After the WindClan and ShadowClan raid, they weren’t in a position where it would be feasible for their survival as an already-weakened Clan to lose any more warriors. A touch of bitterness swept through her at the thought of the raid, even though it was decidedly a ThunderClan (and perhaps RiverClan, to an extent) victory. It’d been uncalled for--not to mention unfair--in her opinion, but there was no changing the past. They would continue to show WindClan that ThunderClan could hold its own against all of their opponents. Even worse, she remembered ShadowClan’s part in the attack; how could they have betrayed ThunderClan like that? Goldenstar and Halfgaze ought to be ashamed for their role in it, teaming up against them in a brutal raid on their camp. It was dishonorable, and Sheepcloud wondered if Snowstar would confront either Clan about their actions at the gathering.

So lost in her combination of concerned and resentful thoughts, Sheepcloud didn’t realize she was approaching another feline until the top of her head gently collided with their figure. Upon impact, she jolted back and felt heat burn under her pelt, embarrassed by her clumsiness. “I’m sorry,” she blurted immediately, her tone absolutely mortified, “I didn’t see you there.” Despite the collision being a rather light one, the ThunderClan she-cat wanted to cover her face in shame when she noticed the cat she bumped into was none other than Passionblaze, the deputy. From what she’d seen of him, he boasted a wonderful temperament and was an overall extremely admirable cat, a great deputy, but that didn’t stop her from envising the worst - what if he hated her forever because of this incident? “I’m.. a bit clumsy,” Sheepcloud admitted, a hint of laughter spilling from her. After a pause, she added, “I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything.” It was kind of silly; Passionblaze was a sturdy cat, and she doubted she could actually injure him like that. However, her caring nature made her unable to go without asking since she truly wanted to ensure he was alright.

Suddenly, an expression of thoughtfulness replaced the previous embarrassment etched across her face. “As the deputy, I’m sure you’ve heard about the patrols lately?” It was a partial question, and Sheepcloud tilted her head in curiosity as she awaited his reply. “It’s not really the best news for ThunderClan, but nothing that can’t be handled.” Especially after the attack.. “Preferably before it becomes a tangible problem, I mean.” Kits and young apprentices going missing, warriors being maimed - all of those were genuine possibilities with a fox inhabiting the territory.

When the battle had concluded, Passionblaze taken his time to ask cautious questions to his clan mates. Were they okay? Were they scarred, far worse than by physical means? Then he would compliment them greatly, boasting about how brave they were out there. A little surprised attack, and they still managed to beat their opponents. In that treasuring moment, Passionblaze was proud to be a Thunderclan cat. The scars that were earned, they were far from being sore. The scratch along his flank was pink flesh, covered by the thickness of his ginger pelt. Occasionally, he found himself a little limped, butnafter numerous times of putting tough pressure to feel that irritation, following the expression that he hated the soreness which contradicted that he actually liked the pain. All was good, in his opinion. After the battle, he managed to bounce right back up with much eager versatile, that of much that came from the resilience of a kit. It was a battle that would be remembered greatly. Especially, upon the discretion of Shadowclan. At first, Passionblaze didn’t think Goldenstar would want to be involved in a conflict that did not concern him. The battle alone was supposed to be between Thunderclan and Windclan. To this day the flamed tom feel that Windclan was too debilitated to handle their own battle. If they needed extra help, then the warriors should had stayed back and trained frequently instead of recruiting more members to sabotage another clan. Thunderclan had won, forever grateful to the warriors of Riverclan for their help. Yet, Passionblaze still felt a little bitter and an unquenched desire for a fight again. That was only his reckless side buttering up his thoughts, hoping to force him to commit a heinous crime. Passionblaze was not at all a violent cat. He may have thought on impulsiveness, but that was only when another life needed protection.

On top of that, after the battle, there had been warriors reporting the scent of a fox. Concerned, Passionblaze had thought frequently whether to check out the borders himself because maybe these warriors were being immature and just wanted something to do. Then again, why would a Thunderclanner lie about scenting trouble? Knowing that he was the type of cat to rush into the fray, Passionblaze had taken his time to breathe and talk to Snowstar about it. Maybe she would have a plan about how to handle such, but the leader of thunderclan had been busy with recovering, so that left Passionblaze to tend to the marks. For the last few days, he had been brushing it aside, hoping that whatever the warriors that ‘called wolf’ would realize that foxes had more important things to do instead torment clan cats. In his mind, he hoped at least. Per usual, whenever lost in his thoughts, he used a claw to draw aimlessly in the dirt. They didn’t make any type of finely thin shaped two dimensional objects. They were simply long, zig-zaggy lines caused by the uniqueness and clarity of a cat’s claws. Too caught up in a daydream, Passionblaze didn’t see the outline of another cat. Instead, he was met by the soft impact (more like a brush) under his chin. Passionblaze was startled himself, the hairs on his neck on end from his skittish trait. Quickly, he regained a smooth recovery. It would had been embarrassed to know that he had been startled as well when he was supposed to be observant. Maybe the Molly didn’t notice since she seemed to be heated at her own clumsiness. Passionblaze gave a respective bow of his head to her, “Ah, no need to be sorry.” Maybe she was wandering in her thoughts as much as he was. A bit clumsy, eh? Passionblaze felt his whiskers wiggling at the humorous thought. The tom himself usually tripped over his own paws, being quite the clownish clumsy feline he was. He gave her a softened smile, and vigorously shook his head at her question. “Nope! Pretty sure I’m all in one piece.” He flicked his tail comically behind him. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” He replied, coolly, courteous as the tom he was.

Following afterwards, the sheepishness that was etched on her face dissipated into one of a thoughtful one. That’s when Passionblaze imitated her expression, knowing fully well that she may had questions for him. The supposed fox sightings...of course. His broad shoulders rolled to comfort them from becoming too stiff. Instead, cool and collected, Passionblaze nodded. “Just to be sure we're on the same level, you are inferring to the scent of fox?” Passionblaze questioned. That was the only problem Thunderclan currently had, besides the tension between Windclan and Shadowclan. Oh, boy! Couldn’t he wait for the next gathering? Passionblaze felt s confident smile glowing on his features because he knew the molly was right. Thunderclan can handle absolutely anything and everything! Suddenly, the smile was replaced by a scrunch of his nose. He had lifted himself to his paws. “Yeah...I know what you mean. I’ve been meaning to talk it over with Snowstar, but uh - yeah...” Passionblaze knew that it couldn’t be held off any longer. The longer they waited, the worst the problem would become. Clearing his throat, he blinked curiously at her. “I’m interested to know what you think we should do to go about this?” Hearing the input of his clan mates was always a big deal to him. Each cat had their own opinions that were wild and sane to believe. The deputy may not always agree in matters, but he was an open cat that catered to the mindful emotions that many possessed.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Constellation

When the battle had concluded, Passionblaze taken his time to ask cautious questions to his clan mates. Were they okay? Were they scarred, far worse than by physical means? Then he would compliment them greatly, boasting about how brave they were out there. A little surprised attack, and they still managed to beat their opponents. In that treasuring moment, Passionblaze was proud to be a Thunderclan cat. The scars that were earned, they were far from being sore. The scratch along his flank was pink flesh, covered by the thickness of his ginger pelt. Occasionally, he found himself a little limped, butnafter numerous times of putting tough pressure to feel that irritation, following the expression that he hated the soreness which contradicted that he actually liked the pain. All was good, in his opinion. After the battle, he managed to bounce right back up with much eager versatile, that of much that came from the resilience of a kit. It was a battle that would be remembered greatly. Especially, upon the discretion of Shadowclan. At first, Passionblaze didn’t think Goldenstar would want to be involved in a conflict that did not concern him. The battle alone was supposed to be between Thunderclan and Windclan. To this day the flamed tom feel that Windclan was too debilitated to handle their own battle. If they needed extra help, then the warriors should had stayed back and trained frequently instead of recruiting more members to sabotage another clan. Thunderclan had won, forever grateful to the warriors of Riverclan for their help. Yet, Passionblaze still felt a little bitter and an unquenched desire for a fight again. That was only his reckless side buttering up his thoughts, hoping to force him to commit a heinous crime. Passionblaze was not at all a violent cat. He may have thought on impulsiveness, but that was only when another life needed protection.

On top of that, after the battle, there had been warriors reporting the scent of a fox. Concerned, Passionblaze had thought frequently whether to check out the borders himself because maybe these warriors were being immature and just wanted something to do. Then again, why would a Thunderclanner lie about scenting trouble? Knowing that he was the type of cat to rush into the fray, Passionblaze had taken his time to breathe and talk to Snowstar about it. Maybe she would have a plan about how to handle such, but the leader of thunderclan had been busy with recovering, so that left Passionblaze to tend to the marks. For the last few days, he had been brushing it aside, hoping that whatever the warriors that ‘called wolf’ would realize that foxes had more important things to do instead torment clan cats. In his mind, he hoped at least. Per usual, whenever lost in his thoughts, he used a claw to draw aimlessly in the dirt. They didn’t make any type of finely thin shaped two dimensional objects. They were simply long, zig-zaggy lines caused by the uniqueness and clarity of a cat’s claws. Too caught up in a daydream, Passionblaze didn’t see the outline of another cat. Instead, he was met by the soft impact (more like a brush) under his chin. Passionblaze was startled himself, the hairs on his neck on end from his skittish trait. Quickly, he regained a smooth recovery. It would had been embarrassed to know that he had been startled as well when he was supposed to be observant. Maybe the Molly didn’t notice since she seemed to be heated at her own clumsiness. Passionblaze gave a respective bow of his head to her, “Ah, no need to be sorry.” Maybe she was wandering in her thoughts as much as he was. A bit clumsy, eh? Passionblaze felt his whiskers wiggling at the humorous thought. The tom himself usually tripped over his own paws, being quite the clownish clumsy feline he was. He gave her a softened smile, and vigorously shook his head at her question. “Nope! Pretty sure I’m all in one piece.” He flicked his tail comically behind him. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” He replied, coolly, courteous as the tom he was.

Following afterwards, the sheepishness that was etched on her face dissipated into one of a thoughtful one. That’s when Passionblaze imitated her expression, knowing fully well that she may had questions for him. The supposed fox sightings...of course. His broad shoulders rolled to comfort them from becoming too stiff. Instead, cool and collected, Passionblaze nodded. “Just to be sure we're on the same level, you are inferring to the scent of fox?” Passionblaze questioned. That was the only problem Thunderclan currently had, besides the tension between Windclan and Shadowclan. Oh, boy! Couldn’t he wait for the next gathering? Passionblaze felt s confident smile glowing on his features because he knew the molly was right. Thunderclan can handle absolutely anything and everything! Suddenly, the smile was replaced by a scrunch of his nose. He had lifted himself to his paws. “Yeah...I know what you mean. I’ve been meaning to talk it over with Snowstar, but uh - yeah...” Passionblaze knew that it couldn’t be held off any longer. The longer they waited, the worst the problem would become. Clearing his throat, he blinked curiously at her. “I’m interested to know what you think we should do to go about this?” Hearing the input of his clan mates was always a big deal to him. Each cat had their own opinions that were wild and sane to believe. The deputy may not always agree in matters, but he was an open cat that catered to the mindful emotions that many possessed.

Blinking at him, Sheepcloud was stunned for a second or two as she stared at him, trying to measure if he was upset while hoping he was not. He didn’t seem injured, thank StarClan. That would have been terrible; she had no intention of harming her own clanmates, though it seemed her clumsiness sometimes had alternative motives. “Are you sure?” she questioned, looking a tad skeptical. “I’m still sorry,” Sheepcloud wanted to smack her paw into her own head since Passionblaze had just told her there was no need to be sorry a moment ago. “I mean--” she fumbled to correct her error, “I’m.. not sorry?” Way to make things worse. The heat under her pelt only seemed to be getting hotter, and she averted her gaze. A frustrated huff of air escaped her at her own verbal incompetence, Sheepcloud gave up on fixing the blunder. “I guess my paws aren't the only thing I'm clumsy with. I’m kind of clumsy with my words too, huh?” She wasn’t known for having a way with smooth talking nor a golden tongue, but she did have a heart of gold. The softened smile that Passionblaze flashed at her was relaxing, and she could feel the embarrassed heat of her pelt melting away, allowing her to return the smile.

“I don’t think ThunderClan would be very happy with me if you weren’t in one piece,” Sheepcloud commented, her whiskers twitching in amusement, “and I don’t suppose that’d make me a great warrior, either. Bringing down the deputy in one swoop.” Despite her upbeat tone, she was genuinely glad he was okay and expressed this with a sigh of relief and soft smile on her muzzle. Even more reassuring, Passionblaze didn’t seem to be upset about the incident. “You know, for a moment I was afraid I was about to be sentenced to become a ‘paw once again,” her eyes widened in mock terror, “or worst case scenario, be exiled and probably have to join the ranks of WindClan.” Sheepcloud joked, but she knew she’d never join them; she saw WindClan as a bunch of traitors and cowards for attacking their camp. If they wanted a battle, they could have asked for one, but surprising them had been dishonorable. “So thank you,” she finished, gratefully touching the tip of her tail to his shoulder briefly. The fact that he’d been so calm and polite about it had helped her feel more at ease. “To be honest, I really didn’t want to live the rest of my days as one of those rabbit-chasers.”

When the conversation moved on to the patrol’s reporting the scent of fox in the territory, she nodded in confirmation to his question. “Right,” Sheepcloud meowed, “the fox scents.” A shudder of horror passed through her at the mere idea of one stalking around the territory, making itself at home and hoping for a kit-snack to fill its belly. The fox--or foxes, but she hoped not--definitely had to go before any ThunderClanner fell victim to it. Although it was concerning that the leader and deputy hadn’t been given an opportunity to discuss this threat to ThunderClan’s safety, Sheepcloud understood why it may not have been possible and didn’t blame Passionblaze or Snowstar. When he trailed off, she tried to offer a reassuring, “I’m sure you and Snowstar have been too busy with WindClan and ShadowClan to get a chance to talk in-depth about anything.” The state of the tensions between them were not a mystery or secret, after all -- those two Clans were probably their most pressing and serious problem after the attack that’d been launched.

A pinch of alarm flooded her as she realized Passionblaze was specifically asking for her opinion on the issue, and her face showed her surprise. She'd been unprepared for that, but didn't mind him asking. “You’d be interested in what I think?” Sheepcloud inquired, too shocked to feel flattered. “That’s kind of you to ask, but I can’t say I’m too wonderful at ..you know, making plans or giving advice. I usually end up winging it.” Her impatience and recklessness sometimes combined to create a terrible storm of impulsive behavior, whether that turned out making things better or worse was dependent, and she tended to find herself veering off track often. Plans weren’t her strong suit. “But I’ll try,” she resolved, determined to do her best since Passionblaze was generous enough to at least ask for her thoughts. “If I had to choose a course of action, I think I’d want a patrol of a couple warriors to scout out where the scents have appeared. Maybe they’ll be able to pinpoint how many foxes ThunderClan is dealing with, though it’s probably one. It’s mostly just a precaution, since sending warriors into battle could easily go awry if they’re ambushed by multiple.” Taking another moment to collect her ideas, Sheepcloud continued, “And then after the scouting patrol comes back with information, a battle patrol could be sent to eradicate the issue by driving the fox off.” Once she was done detailing her makeshift plan, her teal eyes settled onto Passionblaze’s yellow-green ones, “..What would you propose?” She’d been given the spotlight long enough, she was curious if Passionblaze had formulated something different.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Rose Queen

Blinking at him, Sheepcloud was stunned for a second or two as she stared at him, trying to measure if he was upset while hoping he was not. He didn’t seem injured, thank StarClan. That would have been terrible; she had no intention of harming her own clanmates, though it seemed her clumsiness sometimes had alternative motives. “Are you sure?” she questioned, looking a tad skeptical. “I’m still sorry,” Sheepcloud wanted to smack her paw into her own head since Passionblaze had just told her there was no need to be sorry a moment ago. “I mean--” she fumbled to correct her error, “I’m.. not sorry?” Way to make things worse. The heat under her pelt only seemed to be getting hotter, and she averted her gaze. A frustrated huff of air escaped her at her own verbal incompetence, Sheepcloud gave up on fixing the blunder. “I guess my paws aren't the only thing I'm clumsy with. I’m kind of clumsy with my words too, huh?” She wasn’t known for having a way with smooth talking nor a golden tongue, but she did have a heart of gold. The softened smile that Passionblaze flashed at her was relaxing, and she could feel the embarrassed heat of her pelt melting away, allowing her to return the smile.

“I don’t think ThunderClan would be very happy with me if you weren’t in one piece,” Sheepcloud commented, her whiskers twitching in amusement, “and I don’t suppose that’d make me a great warrior, either. Bringing down the deputy in one swoop.” Despite her upbeat tone, she was genuinely glad he was okay and expressed this with a sigh of relief and soft smile on her muzzle. Even more reassuring, Passionblaze didn’t seem to be upset about the incident. “You know, for a moment I was afraid I was about to be sentenced to become a ‘paw once again,” her eyes widened in mock terror, “or worst case scenario, be exiled and probably have to join the ranks of WindClan.” Sheepcloud joked, but she knew she’d never join them; she saw WindClan as a bunch of traitors and cowards for attacking their camp. If they wanted a battle, they could have asked for one, but surprising them had been dishonorable. “So thank you,” she finished, gratefully touching the tip of her tail to his shoulder briefly. The fact that he’d been so calm and polite about it had helped her feel more at ease. “To be honest, I really didn’t want to live the rest of my days as one of those rabbit-chasers.”

When the conversation moved on to the patrol’s reporting the scent of fox in the territory, she nodded in confirmation to his question. “Right,” Sheepcloud meowed, “the fox scents.” A shudder of horror passed through her at the mere idea of one stalking around the territory, making itself at home and hoping for a kit-snack to fill its belly. The fox--or foxes, but she hoped not--definitely had to go before any ThunderClanner fell victim to it. Although it was concerning that the leader and deputy hadn’t been given an opportunity to discuss this threat to ThunderClan’s safety, Sheepcloud understood why it may not have been possible and didn’t blame Passionblaze or Snowstar. When he trailed off, she tried to offer a reassuring, “I’m sure you and Snowstar have been too busy with WindClan and ShadowClan to get a chance to talk in-depth about anything.” The state of the tensions between them were not a mystery or secret, after all -- those two Clans were probably their most pressing and serious problem after the attack that’d been launched.

A pinch of alarm flooded her as she realized Passionblaze was specifically asking for her opinion on the issue, and her face showed her surprise. She'd been unprepared for that, but didn't mind him asking. “You’d be interested in what I think?” Sheepcloud inquired, too shocked to feel flattered. “That’s kind of you to ask, but I can’t say I’m too wonderful at ..you know, making plans or giving advice. I usually end up winging it.” Her impatience and recklessness sometimes combined to create a terrible storm of impulsive behavior, whether that turned out making things better or worse was dependent, and she tended to find herself veering off track often. Plans weren’t her strong suit. “But I’ll try,” she resolved, determined to do her best since Passionblaze was generous enough to at least ask for her thoughts. “If I had to choose a course of action, I think I’d want a patrol of a couple warriors to scout out where the scents have appeared. Maybe they’ll be able to pinpoint how many foxes ThunderClan is dealing with, though it’s probably one. It’s mostly just a precaution, since sending warriors into battle could easily go awry if they’re ambushed by multiple.” Taking another moment to collect her ideas, Sheepcloud continued, “And then after the scouting patrol comes back with information, a battle patrol could be sent to eradicate the issue by driving the fox off.” Once she was done detailing her makeshift plan, her teal eyes settled onto Passionblaze’s yellow-green ones, “..What would you propose?” She’d been given the spotlight long enough, she was curious if Passionblaze had formulated something different.

That look again...was she okay? Passionblaze didn’t know whether or not to ask her because all she did was stare at him; shocked. So, slowly he reciprocated her expression, blinking at her with a feigned shocked expression of his own. It was quite immature but surely she was making a big deal out of nothing! So, he played along, making sure to touch his nose to areas that made it appear like he was giving himself a check up for any signs of pain. She asked him once more if he was alright, but she continued to talk before he got a word in. Passionblaze may had stared stoically at Sheepcloud, but inwardly, if anyone looked closed upon they could see amusement dancing on his features. Passionblaze allowed her to continue, his eyes growing wide with interest until her following words erupted a booming laughter from him. “You’re confusing me! Are you sorry or are you not sorry?” Passionblaze didn’t think it was a big deal. Such things happened all the time, and just like what Sheepcloud did, the former would apologize. It’s not like she meant to do it on purpose anyway, but Passionblaze had appreciated the fact that she genuinely was concerned whether she hurt him or not. He didn’t want her to be tough on herself for a little mishap. A part of him understood, but he didn’t see her discomfort, but she looked embarrassed slightly for the moment. Passionblaze had flicked his ears back, but the softened smile stayed planted on his face. His laughter punctured after a moment upon noticing that his clan mate was truly bothered by this. “Listen, Listen — it’s alright. I promise.” He reassured her with a confident grin. “You’d have to throw more than that — a lot more than that if you want to bring me down.” He joked, mocking the absolute confidence of a conceited feline who thought they were invincible. Being playful, at least to cease the concern of his clan mate was the goal of the deputy. “To tell you a little secret, I’m not very graceful on my own paws. So, you’re not alone there, Friend.” When he saw her smile, it made his widen because in a way he managed to get her to relax.

The tom imagined himself in different pieces. Literally ripped apart limb to limb yet still alive and thriving. It was a confusing thought, but it made him laugh as he imagined omen paw hopping about on one side of Thunderclan’s territory then his other paw on another end. “Not only does it sound bad, but it also sounds painful. Good thing you’re feather weight, eh?” He joked. Little jokes here and there to clear the tension. Passionblaze threw his head back laughing once again. Another thing to imagine which had been hilarious in his opinion. “But, Hey, at least you could tell all your friends that you almost had brought me down in one swoop. You’d go down in history.” The tom responded, lightly using a paw to nudge her. Passionblaze didn’t question her fighting techniques because if she could heat him, then so be it. The ginger tom was too much of a gentlemen to lack the acknowledgement that females were as powerful in the battle field as males were — if not, then much stronger. Passionblaze never questioned the strength of the opposite gender. Besides, he detected a lighthearted, upbeat tone coming from Sheepcloud that he didn’t hesitate to laugh and play along with her. “No, no, of course not. That punishment would only come if it was Snowstar who you bumped into.” He corrected. His tone a gentle deepness of mirth. Passionblaze recoiled at her next words, his expression copying one of mock disgust. “Out all clans, you’d join Windclan first?” He stuck out his tongue, knowing that it was rather immature tovact in such a way. Passionblaze still held a minimum amount of respect for the neighboring clans. It was in his nature to be courteous in any moment he part takes in. Biting teeth and claws would not resolve an issue, he learned long ago. You do not have to like someone but you must tolerate them. Those type of lessons were hard to learn, but in the end, after yelling at yourself so many times to get it right; in the end, it was worth it. “I’d advise you to be a kittypet before you join them rabbit-chasers.” He purred humorously. A smile and a nod was thrown her way once Passionblaze felt that he succeeded in helping her to calm down her frightful state. He appreciated that she cared, but personally Passionblaze didn’t like anyone caring about him because he felt it was his job to care about others. On the other hand, it was nice to know that his clan mates did care. It was always nice to know someone cared.

If it was one thing Passionblaze hated, it would be foxes. And, badgers. And, snakes. Any predator known to the feline world. The forest was dominated by felines, so couldn’t the other animals allow them to live in peace? Passionblaze knew many were worried about the scent of a fox roaming through the territory. Mothers were fearing for their little ones lives. Elders were fearing for their own lives. Each and every heart that voiced their concerns, Passionblaze tried to calm the waters by saying he would do the best he could. He couldn’t eliminate their worries, nor could he promise them something won’t happen, but he knew that he would be dead first before he allowed a fox to hurt any of the young or the old. “You can’t turn your back on them. Windclan, yeah we knew. We’ve been having issues with them. But, shadowclan?” Passionblaze spoke, his voice leaning more into one of disbelief that Shadowclan would partner up with Windclan to defeat Thunderclan. Passionblaze sighed, no need to be angry at such. In the end, Thunderclan won anyway. “I don’t want Snowstar to worry more than she should. So much is happening, and she deserves relaxation and to spend time with her family.” The discovery had been weighing heavily on him because Passionblaze had thought plenty of simply confronting the predator on his own. Couldn’t be too bad, right?

Passionblaze had tilted his head at Sheepcloud’s aghast expression. Again, he thought he ended up doing something wrong, so internally he panicked at what he could say to make it up to her but the question rolling out her muzzle made him straighten his head. “Um, yeah, I do.” Why was that so surprising? “You have a voice in the clan. You might as well use it, am I right?” His smile, this time, a little cautious. He remembered one quote that it took a clan to raise a kit. It was the same as knowing it took a clan to nurture each other. All opinions shouldn’t be only of the authorities but rather the cats that serve under them. Passionblaze loved the conversations with his clan mates. He liked to get to know them, and the way to do that was to hear their opinions on specific troubles involving the clan. Everyone had a voice. They all wanted to be heard. If one plan didn’t go according, then there were plenty of other plans to follow suite. “It’s alright. I don’t expect you to make a Golden plan that’ll work for certain. You have a concern and an opinion. I’m all ears to listen to whatever you need to say.” There was no use of coming up to him and telling him about the fox’s scent. This was something Passionblaze took notice to already. He expected cats to come up to him and give them a piece of their mind about how they believe this or that will work. So, he had listened to Sheepcloud, nodding along a few times for her to know that he was listening. It wasn’t a bad plan...actually that might work. Passionblaze hummed for a moment, a deep thoughtful expression glued to his face. “And, I thought you weren’t good at making plans?” He accused her with a knowing tone. Pushing back to become more serious, Passionblaze quickly wiped the smile off his face, successfully becoming stern once more. After all, this depended on the safety of the clan. “That’s pretty smart! Actually, it wouldn’t be too bad with two patrols. Once the scouting patrol track the scent, we’ll be able to drive the fox out.” Kill it, if we’re lucky. Then, it’ll be gone for good. Not long afterwards did Sheepcloud flip the question back onto him. Passionblaze’s eyes had jumped around the area, clearly written with a type of discomfort that was hard to read. “What did I have in mind?” The problem was that he didn’t have anything in mind. He was the go-getter. He didn’t make plans. He just threw himself into the chaos with no collection of consequences that he would suffer. Passionblaze had the worst behavior when it came to his impulsiveness. With no fear, he’d jump in and continue to thrash around until he couldn’t move anymore. Pain was blank. It didn’t exist when he fought. Until the battle was over was when he actually felt the sting in the wounded areas. Other than that, everything was a blind point to him. Passionblaze evenly met her gaze and meowed, “Frankly, I don’t think.” That’s something I need to work on...The honest truth. More cats than his mother often told him that. “I’d say we go scout right now and handle this situation ourselves.” It was reckless and devious to do, but Passionblaze put the clan’s safety above all else. He wasn’t afraid to go out — even by himself — to put this fox six paws under. Realizing before what he had uttered, Passionblaze didn’t want to force the Molly to follow along because he was thinking on impulsion. “By we I meant I. I don’t mind the company, however. Who knows? Maybe the fox isn’t around any longer, but still...just to make sure.” Passionblaze rephrased himself. Snowstar wouldn’t handle it anytime soon, so that was where he stepped in. “But, you could come along if you’d like. The company wouldn’t be a bad thing.” He adds in, one paw taking a step forward,
Followed by another one. He stopped for a moment to look at her curiously, wondering if she wanted to flank him on this ‘mission’.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Constellation

That look again...was she okay? Passionblaze didn’t know whether or not to ask her because all she did was stare at him; shocked. So, slowly he reciprocated her expression, blinking at her with a feigned shocked expression of his own. It was quite immature but surely she was making a big deal out of nothing! So, he played along, making sure to touch his nose to areas that made it appear like he was giving himself a check up for any signs of pain. She asked him once more if he was alright, but she continued to talk before he got a word in. Passionblaze may had stared stoically at Sheepcloud, but inwardly, if anyone looked closed upon they could see amusement dancing on his features. Passionblaze allowed her to continue, his eyes growing wide with interest until her following words erupted a booming laughter from him. “You’re confusing me! Are you sorry or are you not sorry?” Passionblaze didn’t think it was a big deal. Such things happened all the time, and just like what Sheepcloud did, the former would apologize. It’s not like she meant to do it on purpose anyway, but Passionblaze had appreciated the fact that she genuinely was concerned whether she hurt him or not. He didn’t want her to be tough on herself for a little mishap. A part of him understood, but he didn’t see her discomfort, but she looked embarrassed slightly for the moment. Passionblaze had flicked his ears back, but the softened smile stayed planted on his face. His laughter punctured after a moment upon noticing that his clan mate was truly bothered by this. “Listen, Listen — it’s alright. I promise.” He reassured her with a confident grin. “You’d have to throw more than that — a lot more than that if you want to bring me down.” He joked, mocking the absolute confidence of a conceited feline who thought they were invincible. Being playful, at least to cease the concern of his clan mate was the goal of the deputy. “To tell you a little secret, I’m not very graceful on my own paws. So, you’re not alone there, Friend.” When he saw her smile, it made his widen because in a way he managed to get her to relax.

The tom imagined himself in different pieces. Literally ripped apart limb to limb yet still alive and thriving. It was a confusing thought, but it made him laugh as he imagined omen paw hopping about on one side of Thunderclan’s territory then his other paw on another end. “Not only does it sound bad, but it also sounds painful. Good thing you’re feather weight, eh?” He joked. Little jokes here and there to clear the tension. Passionblaze threw his head back laughing once again. Another thing to imagine which had been hilarious in his opinion. “But, Hey, at least you could tell all your friends that you almost had brought me down in one swoop. You’d go down in history.” The tom responded, lightly using a paw to nudge her. Passionblaze didn’t question her fighting techniques because if she could heat him, then so be it. The ginger tom was too much of a gentlemen to lack the acknowledgement that females were as powerful in the battle field as males were — if not, then much stronger. Passionblaze never questioned the strength of the opposite gender. Besides, he detected a lighthearted, upbeat tone coming from Sheepcloud that he didn’t hesitate to laugh and play along with her. “No, no, of course not. That punishment would only come if it was Snowstar who you bumped into.” He corrected. His tone a gentle deepness of mirth. Passionblaze recoiled at her next words, his expression copying one of mock disgust. “Out all clans, you’d join Windclan first?” He stuck out his tongue, knowing that it was rather immature tovact in such a way. Passionblaze still held a minimum amount of respect for the neighboring clans. It was in his nature to be courteous in any moment he part takes in. Biting teeth and claws would not resolve an issue, he learned long ago. You do not have to like someone but you must tolerate them. Those type of lessons were hard to learn, but in the end, after yelling at yourself so many times to get it right; in the end, it was worth it. “I’d advise you to be a kittypet before you join them rabbit-chasers.” He purred humorously. A smile and a nod was thrown her way once Passionblaze felt that he succeeded in helping her to calm down her frightful state. He appreciated that she cared, but personally Passionblaze didn’t like anyone caring about him because he felt it was his job to care about others. On the other hand, it was nice to know that his clan mates did care. It was always nice to know someone cared.

If it was one thing Passionblaze hated, it would be foxes. And, badgers. And, snakes. Any predator known to the feline world. The forest was dominated by felines, so couldn’t the other animals allow them to live in peace? Passionblaze knew many were worried about the scent of a fox roaming through the territory. Mothers were fearing for their little ones lives. Elders were fearing for their own lives. Each and every heart that voiced their concerns, Passionblaze tried to calm the waters by saying he would do the best he could. He couldn’t eliminate their worries, nor could he promise them something won’t happen, but he knew that he would be dead first before he allowed a fox to hurt any of the young or the old. “You can’t turn your back on them. Windclan, yeah we knew. We’ve been having issues with them. But, shadowclan?” Passionblaze spoke, his voice leaning more into one of disbelief that Shadowclan would partner up with Windclan to defeat Thunderclan. Passionblaze sighed, no need to be angry at such. In the end, Thunderclan won anyway. “I don’t want Snowstar to worry more than she should. So much is happening, and she deserves relaxation and to spend time with her family.” The discovery had been weighing heavily on him because Passionblaze had thought plenty of simply confronting the predator on his own. Couldn’t be too bad, right?

Passionblaze had tilted his head at Sheepcloud’s aghast expression. Again, he thought he ended up doing something wrong, so internally he panicked at what he could say to make it up to her but the question rolling out her muzzle made him straighten his head. “Um, yeah, I do.” Why was that so surprising? “You have a voice in the clan. You might as well use it, am I right?” His smile, this time, a little cautious. He remembered one quote that it took a clan to raise a kit. It was the same as knowing it took a clan to nurture each other. All opinions shouldn’t be only of the authorities but rather the cats that serve under them. Passionblaze loved the conversations with his clan mates. He liked to get to know them, and the way to do that was to hear their opinions on specific troubles involving the clan. Everyone had a voice. They all wanted to be heard. If one plan didn’t go according, then there were plenty of other plans to follow suite. “It’s alright. I don’t expect you to make a Golden plan that’ll work for certain. You have a concern and an opinion. I’m all ears to listen to whatever you need to say.” There was no use of coming up to him and telling him about the fox’s scent. This was something Passionblaze took notice to already. He expected cats to come up to him and give them a piece of their mind about how they believe this or that will work. So, he had listened to Sheepcloud, nodding along a few times for her to know that he was listening. It wasn’t a bad plan...actually that might work. Passionblaze hummed for a moment, a deep thoughtful expression glued to his face. “And, I thought you weren’t good at making plans?” He accused her with a knowing tone. Pushing back to become more serious, Passionblaze quickly wiped the smile off his face, successfully becoming stern once more. After all, this depended on the safety of the clan. “That’s pretty smart! Actually, it wouldn’t be too bad with two patrols. Once the scouting patrol track the scent, we’ll be able to drive the fox out.” Kill it, if we’re lucky. Then, it’ll be gone for good. Not long afterwards did Sheepcloud flip the question back onto him. Passionblaze’s eyes had jumped around the area, clearly written with a type of discomfort that was hard to read. “What did I have in mind?” The problem was that he didn’t have anything in mind. He was the go-getter. He didn’t make plans. He just threw himself into the chaos with no collection of consequences that he would suffer. Passionblaze had the worst behavior when it came to his impulsiveness. With no fear, he’d jump in and continue to thrash around until he couldn’t move anymore. Pain was blank. It didn’t exist when he fought. Until the battle was over was when he actually felt the sting in the wounded areas. Other than that, everything was a blind point to him. Passionblaze evenly met her gaze and meowed, “Frankly, I don’t think.” That’s something I need to work on...The honest truth. More cats than his mother often told him that. “I’d say we go scout right now and handle this situation ourselves.” It was reckless and devious to do, but Passionblaze put the clan’s safety above all else. He wasn’t afraid to go out — even by himself — to put this fox six paws under. Realizing before what he had uttered, Passionblaze didn’t want to force the Molly to follow along because he was thinking on impulsion. “By we I meant I. I don’t mind the company, however. Who knows? Maybe the fox isn’t around any longer, but still...just to make sure.” Passionblaze rephrased himself. Snowstar wouldn’t handle it anytime soon, so that was where he stepped in. “But, you could come along if you’d like. The company wouldn’t be a bad thing.” He adds in, one paw taking a step forward,
Followed by another one. He stopped for a moment to look at her curiously, wondering if she wanted to flank him on this ‘mission’.

[[would you like to start us off in the territory?]]

When she was bluntly asked whether or not she was sorry, Sheepcloud held her tongue and actually thought about it - was she? Yes, definitely, and she would have felt immensely guilty if she had hurt him. But she didn’t want to completely go against everything he’d just said to her either, since he’d mentioned there’d been no reason to apologize. When she noticed the small hints of amusement etched into his face, she returned them, realizing this was a bit excessive and silly. Maybe she was sorry for making a bigger deal of it than it had to be, but that happened to her quite often. “Trust me, I have no intentions of bringing you down now or in the future,” Sheepcloud promised with a soft mrrow of laughter in her voice, unable to help but feel reassured at his confident smile. He was charming, for sure, and seemed to have a quality that made him extremely personable. At least to her, but she had a feeling he was like that everywhere he went, an admirable trait to possess and one she wished she had herself. Making friends probably came easily to him, one of those cats that managed to look comfortable in any setting. “You?” she questioned, appearing skeptical when Passionblaze told her that he wasn’t the most graceful warrior. If he was as clumsy as he claimed (which she figured he was, she didn’t think he’d lie), then she wondered if he could recover from those instances as quickly as he did a few minutes ago. The mere idea of it was intriguing to her, considering he was so adept at putting his thoughts into words, weaving them into sentences as if it were nothing. A smooth-talking feline, a very kind one at that. It certainly would be a sharp contrast to pair his skill of navigating social situations with a clumsiness on his paws. “You’ll have to forgive my surprise,” she giggled. “It’s just hard to imagine you--Passionblaze, the wonderfully competent deputy of ThunderClan--inadvertently headbutting your unsuspecting clanmates.” It was essentially what she had done to him, though it hadn’t been particularly forceful.

Sheepcloud was visibly more relaxed with him now. “I think if I started telling everyone that I almost brought you down in one swoop, the best I’d get is a bunch of curious gazes. The worst.. Maybe being called a traitor.” She didn’t have any friends outside of ThunderClan, so her audience would be fellow warriors who probably wouldn’t respond well to that. Everybody liked Passionblaze as far as she knew, nobody wanted him gone as ThunderClan’s faithful deputy. “What I’ve always wanted,” she purred sarcastically, “to be known not for being a good hunter or excellent fighter or the most loyal warrior, but instead to be the one that almost took down Passionblaze. My kin will be proud of me for generations to come.”

After he corrected that it was Snowstar that’d banish her for the clumsy mistake, she emitted a genuine laugh at his little joke, relieved he wasn’t uptight like some of the other cats in the Clan. He knew how to carry and deliver light-hearted amusement, making the atmosphere more comfortable for everyone. Honestly, Passionblaze was throwing her for a loop in how humorous he was, and she could say with confidence she was enjoying his company. It felt refreshing, like she hadn’t had a meaningful interaction in moons; sure, this part of the conversation was centered around less-than-serious affairs, but it nevertheless succeeded in bringing her joy. She hoped he was similarly liking their time together. Grinning, Sheepcloud shook her head when Passionblaze wondered if she’d join WindClan first, “No, I said that because they’re the only one that’d take me.” It was a harsh jab at how desperate WindClan had become for warriors--she still had a minimal respect for the other Clans, however ShadowClan was pushing it after their involvement in the raid.

As Passionblaze expanded on why he’d been unable to go to Snowstar about the fox situation, she nodded understandingly, grasping the importance of attempting to keep the leader’s stress levels at a minimum and allowing her to spend time with family. “But what about you?” she inquired. Passionblaze should be able to enjoy the same peacefulness for a while, even if that wasn’t what reality had in mind. “I know you’re not leader, but being a deputy is probably exhausting as well..” It was juggling the current state of the Clan and its inhabitants, leading and directing them, conjuring diplomatic and battle strategies… it was a job she didn’t think she could do. Although she hadn’t outright stated it, she did care about the well-being of her clanmates, including Passionblaze. As the deputy, perhaps he felt the need to impulsively take care of others before himself, but she hoped he knew he had as much right of any cat to be tended to. He was important too and despite being only a bit more than acquaintances, Sheepcloud internally promised she would try to help in any way she could.

Once she was finished giving her plan and had received his feedback, she blushed lightly, her pelt getting warmer again. In all her days, she couldn’t quite remember a time that anyone had complimented her for her planning skills (or lack thereof, more appropriately.) Besides, she believed that if Passionblaze had made a plan on his own, his would be many times better. More thorough, more safe for those involved. Sheepcloud didn’t think she was good at planning, much less making something feasible enough to do but perhaps this had actually been decent? She was simply worried it wouldn’t work, or would result in cats getting hurt… but then again, that was always a risk they were taking when they were dealing with foxes or other predatory wildlife. Even the best of plans could fall through unexpectedly. “Thank you,” she meowed appreciatively, “but I’m usually terrible at making them. I’m even worse at sticking to them.” The latter was one of the major flaws she saw in herself, the impulsivity that bred danger. After Passionblaze reacted to her previous question by darting his eyes around the clearing, she was unsure if she’d said something wrong but wouldn’t have the slightest clue what it would be. Did he lose family or friends to a poorly-constructed plan in the past? A far-fetched deduction, but the sole one she had to work with. She had no idea what could be bothering him but didn’t want to push it further in fear of making the situation worse when the last thing she wished to do was increase his discomfort. He’d worked hard to make her comfortable, it wouldn’t exactly be courteous to immediately to the opposite for him. “Oh, please,” she scoffed, “I don’t believe that for a second. You definitely think, how else would you have become deputy?” Or a warrior at all. Just because he was impulsive didn’t mean he didn’t think. With a shrug, she clarified, “Maybe you just put thinking after acting. I struggle with that too when I’m in a high-pressure situation. It’s like I abandon every scrap of a plan I had, then do my own thing.”

Her eyes widened at the thought, but she wasn’t afraid. It was an expression of excitement, craving the thrill of what he proposed they do. “Right now?” she perked up, ears tilting forward in instant interest. Sheepcloud hadn’t expected Passionblaze to be ready but couldn’t say she was displeased -- she would prefer to act on this sooner rather than later. It hit her that they might want to tell another cat what they were doing in case things went horribly south, but that was pushed away quickly. Her mind for safety disappeared when there was an adventure to be had, one that aided in keeping her Clan safe. That was of utmost importance to her, all else tossed aside. It was ironic, somehow, but that was lost on Sheepcloud. They’d finished talking about the problematic impulsive behavior but were happy to embark on a potentially-threatening journey to find a fox, and she could think of nothing but serving her Clan. Keeping them safe above everything, especially the ones that couldn’t fight for themselves but could be victims of a hungry, vicious fox. When he corrected his statement to explain that he meant he wouldn’t mind company, Sheepcloud appeared amused and quizzical. “So you don’t want me along?” she clarified, but flashed a subtle smile at him to make sure he knew she was joking, being intentionally obtuse. Her features taking on something more serious, she nodded, “We should do it.” She couldn’t think of a single reason to procrastinate on this. Absentmindedly putting a bounce in her step, she bounded toward him, falling into a trot beside Passionblaze as they headed out of camp to see what the territory would hold.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by 2018 Okapi

Monarchstep gave a blink of acnolagement,” Not going to kill you, you are a clamate afterall.” He muttered sarcastically rather amused by her

Heatherdream let out a small chuckle, starring at Monarchstep. "I wouldn't say that there were some cats that had actually killed their clanmates you know." replied Heatherdream.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by 2018 Okapi

Redpaw purred,” And yet she some how puts up with you when you don’t even do that?” He laughed lightly.

Boulderdust laid down slowly, placing his front paws underneath him. "Want to go for a walk with me?" asked the elder, giving his chest fur a quick lick.

[wolfie]

Bored.

Bored.

Was what the tom felt, it wasn't like he wanted to be bored. More or less he had to take it easy because of his shoulder. Which right now, he was starting to dislike. Usually after a battle you should be happy to just calm down a bit. However, Snowpaw didn't feel like that. He was on edge, anxious. When was Snowstar going to make a move? He was growing restless among the camp, snapping at unlucky cats and saying sorry after. Snowpaw buried his face in his white paws, a loud groan sounding from his mouth. His tail swayed back and forth in a quick motion. His side felt better from visiting Caliapaw, yet that only put him in a worst mood. His ear flattened to his head, he had to worry about Owlstorm. Them was always a problem but not at the same time. Snowpaw learned that every cat shard the clan's problems. Even kits. "Starclan, why must you do this to me?" He said, lifting his head a little. He was making a fool out of himself. Snowpaw was used to doing that, already being the clan's clown. A joke. His shoulders slump once again. With a huff he rest his head on his paws, staring ahead of him. Trying to force his body to relax. Yet his paws itched to run but that had a chance of reopening his shoulder wound. Now, he didn't really care about that but he didn't want to return to that dreadful Medince cat den. Snowpaw still felt sick to his stomach from recently visiting it. Someone had to save him from this boredom or he was going to die. He was sure of it.

@Ravenfang