ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[The Flying Pizza]

Mousepaw sat there awkwardly for a moment, not daring to say a thing because what on Earth was she going to say!? What was she supposed to say!? She took a deep breath and sighed "Welp, I'd better be getting back to sleep." She looked back up at Silverpelt and saw that the stars had shifted a bit. She cringed and made her way back to the warrior's den, waving her tail in one last goodbye before disappearing into the den.

Greykit returned it. Hallowpaw thought 'Mousepaw is quite cute..agh! why am I thinking of this? I only know her few times!'. Greykit was tired.

[Dust]

Harebreeze

With a tired huff, Spiderpaw flopped onto his belly outside the apprentice's den, outstretched and exhausted from his training. If there was one thing he hated, it was getting up early and being out for so long. Had he eaten anything today? A groan sounded from his throat as he slowly rolled onto his back, relief flooding throughout his body. "My paws are so sore.." He whined as he watched the clan moving upside-down. Everything seemed so busy lately - like he could barely catch a breath. There had to be something to help him wind down... Oh! Was that Hallowpaw he saw? Rolling back onto his belly, Spiderpaw bit back the faint threat of nausea as he called to the other apprentice.

"Hallowpaw! Are you busy?"

[Brilliance]

For the past few moons Passionstar had been a little iffy about cats outside of Thunderclan joining. After all, you never knew anyone’s intentions until they had shown their true colors. With that in his mind, he was also a fair leader and tried to not judge any cat based on how they look, their backgrounds, or their beliefs. When his ears caught that an outsider wanted to join Thunderclan, the hefty tom was quick to want to set up a meet up at his den. Passionstar was hardly ever at his den. He was too active around the clan to be found relaxing inside his den. It wasn’t always the best because when someone was looking for him, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. His whiskers twitched with a calmness, amber-yellow eyes waiting to see what this new cat was capable of. The leader’s tail swished behind him, his breathing even as he sat at the entrance of his den, awaiting his company.

Orchidleaf

[Vexing]

For the past few moons Passionstar had been a little iffy about cats outside of Thunderclan joining. After all, you never knew anyone’s intentions until they had shown their true colors. With that in his mind, he was also a fair leader and tried to not judge any cat based on how they look, their backgrounds, or their beliefs. When his ears caught that an outsider wanted to join Thunderclan, the hefty tom was quick to want to set up a meet up at his den. Passionstar was hardly ever at his den. He was too active around the clan to be found relaxing inside his den. It wasn’t always the best because when someone was looking for him, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. His whiskers twitched with a calmness, amber-yellow eyes waiting to see what this new cat was capable of. The leader’s tail swished behind him, his breathing even as he sat at the entrance of his den, awaiting his company.

Orchidleaf

Otter slowly entered the camp, getting shot confused looks from every angle and he crouched down in embarrassment, yes he wanted to join Thunderclan but it just seemed so awkward to be parading through the camp without actually being a part of it! Oh, why couldn't they have met at the border!? It took him a moment to locate the leader's den but once he did, he curiously peered inside to see a muscular tom sitting at the back which just made him feel more out of place. Otter looked down at his brown fur still matted to his body after his latest swim which showed in his long, muscular legs but when it came to upper body strength, Otter was a bit lacking. "H-hello?" He said in a small voice as he slowly stepped into the cave "I-I believe I'm looking for P-Passionstar? M-my name's Otter a-and I'm here about joining T-Thunderclan."

[Brilliance]

Tallmarsh flicked her tail in playful annoyance. "Fine, then! I was the best warrior ThunderClan had seen and will ever see!" she retorted. "If I was able to defeat you, then I've got to be pretty good, right?" It had shocked everyone, especially herself, when StarClan told her that she was to be the new medicine cat of ThunderClan. Unsure of her belief in StarClan up until that point, she was forced to reconsider the way she thought of--well, everything. She was vain, rude, and irritable, and she had been chosen for the one position that was supposed to be caring and [I]nice[I]. Even now, she was learning how to think of other cats' needs over her own. She'd never in a million years thought that StarClan would choose her for medicine cat, but here she was. Now it was her chance to work towards being the best she could. The road to recovery was going to be a long one, but regaining Passionstar's trust and rebuilding their friendship would be the first step. The second step, she thought, would be to forgive herself and regain her confidence. For the first time in moons, the medicine cat felt as if she might be able to be okay. Her heart seemed to squeeze in her chest as she felt a weight seem to lift off her shoulders just a little.

Passionstar feigned a gasp. “Blasphemy!” Those words that came out her mouth might as well offended him. Passionstar was a hardheaded tom growing up, he had too much greedy ambition and he wanted to be the best warrior. He was nothing but brute strength, muscle and fat and scars was basically all of him, but he did look pretty pathetic that this she cat killed him in battle. “To be fair, I did fight a few cats before you so like maybe you had an advantage because I was losing all my energy.” When the burnt ginger tom fought, he gave it his all, so obviously his strength didn’t recuperate as quick as it should. “Rematch or not? I’ll show you who’s the best warrior Thunderclan ever seen!” He boasted, albeit playfully as if he was a small kit again. He reached out a paw to bat at the feline beside him near her ear as if to initiate play. The two of them did a number on each other but they also had a lot to regrow when it came to their friendship. For now, Thunderclan needed them to work together. “Don’t you be trying to grow a bigger head than you have now just cause you won by a...technicality. Even now, you won’t be able to defeat now, so...” he dragged out. That night, Passionstar was literally fighting for his life. He was trying to get the upper hand but the grip she had on his throat was suffocating him. The only thing she mustive forgot was he had other lives, so when he came back it was no mercy for her.

[The Flying Pizza]

Harebreeze

With a tired huff, Spiderpaw flopped onto his belly outside the apprentice's den, outstretched and exhausted from his training. If there was one thing he hated, it was getting up early and being out for so long. Had he eaten anything today? A groan sounded from his throat as he slowly rolled onto his back, relief flooding throughout his body. "My paws are so sore.." He whined as he watched the clan moving upside-down. Everything seemed so busy lately - like he could barely catch a breath. There had to be something to help him wind down... Oh! Was that Hallowpaw he saw? Rolling back onto his belly, Spiderpaw bit back the faint threat of nausea as he called to the other apprentice.

"Hallowpaw! Are you busy?"

Hallowpaw spun around. "No, why?...?" He mumbled.

[Brilliance]

Otter slowly entered the camp, getting shot confused looks from every angle and he crouched down in embarrassment, yes he wanted to join Thunderclan but it just seemed so awkward to be parading through the camp without actually being a part of it! Oh, why couldn't they have met at the border!? It took him a moment to locate the leader's den but once he did, he curiously peered inside to see a muscular tom sitting at the back which just made him feel more out of place. Otter looked down at his brown fur still matted to his body after his latest swim which showed in his long, muscular legs but when it came to upper body strength, Otter was a bit lacking. "H-hello?" He said in a small voice as he slowly stepped into the cave "I-I believe I'm looking for P-Passionstar? M-my name's Otter a-and I'm here about joining T-Thunderclan."

Passionstar heard about some cat lurking around their territory and the leader had been alerted that there was unwanted company. Albeit to the ginger tom, one cat couldn’t had been much trouble at all. Passionstar’s hues travelled to the voice that spoken to him and the leader got up, padding towards the tom to look him in the eye. Passionstar analyzed the tom’s current condition and his physique. He’s obviously been in water because his fur was still soaked, a bit damp. “Did you swim through riverclan?” Passionstar’s nose twitched or has he come from another part of the forest. Whatever it might be, he must had been the tom that other cats was whispering about. Passionstar dipped his head respectfully. “You’re speaking to him.” Passionstar puffed out his chest, giving his chest fur a few licks in confidence. When the tom spoke of his request, Passionstar’s ears flicked in a moment of thought. Passionstar didn’t allow outsiders to join on a whim. They always had to prove themselves before they became an official part of the clan. “Come. You should dry off a bit, but we will talk more. Are you hungry?” Passionstar got up, turning around and motioning for the tom to follow him deeper inside his den. He didn’t need anyone else’s eyes in his business.

[Vexing]

Passionstar heard about some cat lurking around their territory and the leader had been alerted that there was unwanted company. Albeit to the ginger tom, one cat couldn’t had been much trouble at all. Passionstar’s hues travelled to the voice that spoken to him and the leader got up, padding towards the tom to look him in the eye. Passionstar analyzed the tom’s current condition and his physique. He’s obviously been in water because his fur was still soaked, a bit damp. “Did you swim through riverclan?” Passionstar’s nose twitched or has he come from another part of the forest. Whatever it might be, he must had been the tom that other cats was whispering about. Passionstar dipped his head respectfully. “You’re speaking to him.” Passionstar puffed out his chest, giving his chest fur a few licks in confidence. When the tom spoke of his request, Passionstar’s ears flicked in a moment of thought. Passionstar didn’t allow outsiders to join on a whim. They always had to prove themselves before they became an official part of the clan. “Come. You should dry off a bit, but we will talk more. Are you hungry?” Passionstar got up, turning around and motioning for the tom to follow him deeper inside his den. He didn’t need anyone else’s eyes in his business.

"U-umm actually, I live behind an abandoned t-two-leg den and I swim in the old p-pond back there." He smiled excitedly when this tom, leader of Thunderclan, invited him further into his den for a meal! He was about to follow but hesitated as he looked at the ground and shook his head "No, sorry, I don't eat before I bring my mother something first so I probably won't eat until I leave and actually I'd prefer to stay like this if that's okay, I much prefer to stay wet than dry." He gave a nervous smile, not sure how Passionstar would react to his unusual request, he must sound so weird right now! He then realized how rude he also must've sounded "S-sorry, I can dry off if you want, I'm sorry for sounding rude I've never talked to anyone as important as you before." Brilliance

[RedHead]

|| FIRE OR FLIGHT ||
[PLOT START!! Feel free to respond to this post accordingly!]

Flintspirit had heard Tanglefoot approach behind them, much to his relief. He glanced once behind him to see that thankfully all three other patrol members were keeping up, even Minkpaw.
He burst into camp, chest heaving as his green eyes scanned the clearing frantically.
“FIRE!” He yowled, hoping to get everycat’s attention. He needed to get his clan out of here right now.
His mind was churning as he tried to think of the best way to get everybody out of danger. He had to be calm, yes. Calm. Calm down Flintspirit. Panic will only worry the others further. Taking a deep breath, Flintspirit turned to his patrol members. ”Tanglefoot, quickly alert the warriors and the nursery. Have the warriors help the queens evacuate the kits. Tell them to follow me into the territory. Keep as calm as you can.” He have a nod to the warrior before turning to Lightningbugfire. “Lightningbugfire, go alert the elders and apprentices. Same with you, stay as calm as you can, and tell them to follow me.” The golden tom gave him a quick nod and then bounded across camp to the apprentices den.
Flintspirit then turned to Minkpaw, flicking his thick tail towards Passionstar’s den. “Go warn Passionstar. Tell him I’ll lead the cats out to the territory, away from the fire. Then come straight back over here. I’ll not have you getting lost.” He was nervous to send his apprentice away from him, but he needed to make sure they got the cats out of the camp in an orderly and calm manner. He would not have cats getting lost and panicked. Or killed.
Flintspirit awaited for the cats to start gathering over to him, worry itching beneath his fur. The smell of smoke was getting sharper every second. StarClan, let us survive this...

[open]

Fuzzyfeline jazzyanathema
Brilliance

———

Lightningbugfire reached the apprentices den, sticking his head in. “There’s a Fire! Quick, get out of here! It’s heading straight for the camp!” He pulled his head out and pointed his tail towards where Flintspirit was waiting near the entrance. “Follow Flintspirit out into the territory. Do NOT panic, try and stay calm.” Lightningbugfire himself was having a hard time staying calm as then pointed his tail towards the elders den. “Some of you come with me and help the elders get out. Quickly.” He then turned and bolted towards that den, chest heaving with the panic that wasn’t threatening to rise to the surface.

[open]

[Silentmoon]

|| FIRE OR FLIGHT ||
[PLOT START!! Feel free to respond to this post accordingly!]

Flintspirit had heard Tanglefoot approach behind them, much to his relief. He glanced once behind him to see that thankfully all three other patrol members were keeping up, even Minkpaw.
He burst into camp, chest heaving as his green eyes scanned the clearing frantically.
“FIRE!” He yowled, hoping to get everycat’s attention. He needed to get his clan out of here right now.
His mind was churning as he tried to think of the best way to get everybody out of danger. He had to be calm, yes. Calm. Calm down Flintspirit. Panic will only worry the others further. Taking a deep breath, Flintspirit turned to his patrol members. ”Tanglefoot, quickly alert the warriors and the nursery. Have the warriors help the queens evacuate the kits. Tell them to follow me into the territory. Keep as calm as you can.” He gave a nod to the warrior before turning to Lightningbugfire. “Lightningbugfire, go alert the elders and apprentices. Same with you, stay as calm as you can, and tell them to follow me.” The golden tom gave him a quick nod and then bounded across camp to the apprentices' den.
Flintspirit then turned to Minkpaw, flicking his thick tail towards Passionstar’s den. “Go warn Passionstar. Tell him I’ll lead the cats out to the territory, away from the fire. Then come straight back over here. I’ll not have you getting lost.” He was nervous to send his apprentice away from him, but he needed to make sure they got the cats out of the camp in an orderly and calm manner. He would not have cats getting lost and panicked. Or killed.
Flintspirit waited for the cats to start gathering over to him, worry itching beneath his fur. The smell of smoke was getting sharper every second. StarClan, let us survive this...

[open]

Fuzzyfeline jazzyanathema
Brilliance

———

Lightningbugfire reached the apprentices' den, sticking his head in. “There’s a Fire! Quick, get out of here! It’s heading straight for the camp!” He pulled his head out and pointed his tail towards where Flintspirit was waiting near the entrance. “Follow Flintspirit out into the territory. Do NOT panic, try and stay calm.” Lightningbugfire himself was having a hard time staying calm as then pointed his tail towards the elders' den. “Some of you come with me and help the elders get out. Quickly.” He then turned and bolted towards that den, chest heaving with the panic that wasn’t threatening to rise to the surface.

[open]





Silentmoon leaps quickly from one branch to the next, hissing slightly when the branch dips more than expected. She grapples at a branch beside it and holds her breath as her hind paws dangle beneath the branch her front claws death grip the loosening bark. Letting out her breath, she allows her muscles to relax feeling the heat of flames from the lower undergrowth rising quickly at her back toe beans. A big breath in and she pulls her body even with the branch, her shoulder muscles straining while her ears flick to the crackling of the flames and the creaking of the oak branch beneath her body weight. She rises to half her height and lunges to the trunk of the tree. Her tail sticks straight out while she steadily climbs the tree, her paw steps wrapping the tree as she circles from paw placement to paw placement on the branches.

Taking a deep breath, Silentmoon shakes her ears to distract herself from the rising roar of the fire behind her. She leaps from one branch down to the next, stretching her forepaws to reach a final crashing step on a yanked root placing quick paws in the Thunderclan clearing. She sees Tanglefoot rushing to the nursery with a few other warriors behind. She bounds quickly over and pushes her head in behind the last warrior grabbing a sprawling kit and making her way out of the nursery and to the clearing. She twitched her whiskers to Flintspirit's tail-flick and begins her way around the clearing past the apprentices' den and flicking her tail to a few of the apprentices to follow her. She leads them back to the nursery where they grab a few of the kits and a couple of queens worriedly licking their young before pushing her lean toned shoulders through the gap behind nested grove nettle. She places the kit in between her hind paws and leans over to help a broad-shouldered ginger tom apprentice with the bundle of small mews while he shoulders his way through the thicket, making the hole an ear-length bigger for those that follow.

With another flick of her tail, she sees the ginger tom followed by the rest of the apprentices and queens make their way out of the undergrowth towards sunningrocks. A white and ginger queen nuzzles her flank appreciatively to her before nodding and taking the small kit Silentmoon had been holding into her own grasp. She helps a few of the struggling apprentices with getting the far end of the sunningrocks, well out of the way of the enflames undergrowth, and with a sad sigh, she paces back and forth at the edge of the forest listening to the tall trees crackle and watching to see where the rest of clan is.

[jazzyanathema]

Tanglefoot nodded and bolted to the warriors den. “There’s a fire in the forest! We need to evacuate the camp and we need help getting the kits and queens out. Follow Flintspirit, he will lead us out of the forest,” he called into the den. Behind him, several warriors followed as he dashed to the nursery. Tanglefoot entered the den, trying to stay calm so the kits and queens don’t panic. He murmured to the queens frantically. “There’s a fire and it’s coming to the camp, we need to get everyone out.” He made sure the warriors were aiding the queens before leaving the nursery. Suddenly, he remembered something he was missing - his apprentice. He knew he was out hunting, but he should’ve been back by now... Even more panic began to course through him as he watched the fire spreading into the forest and there was still no sight of his apprentice. He debated searching the forest but a sudden pang on his injured paw told him he better not. He watched as slowly the Clan begins to file our camp. Still no sign of Raggedpaw.
GLaDOS (whenever you’re ready : 3) RedHead

[RedHead]

Delta
Oh no. Cherrybubble knew something was wrong as soon as she heard Flintspirit burst into camp. She’d never seen that much terror in the black-furred tom before. And it scared her straight though all of her nerves. She could even smell it now, the sharp tang of smoke rising in the air. She got to her paws as she watched Flint direct the members of his patrol to warn different areas of the camp. Then he stood there, tail swishing nervously. Cherrybubble’s eyes widened as she realized he’d covered every area of the camp, except the medicine den. Tallmarsh. Anger sparked in her as she tore across the clearing to the den. Did Flintspirit not care for her safety as well?
She was going to have a talk with the deputy. Once everyone was out of danger.
Bursting through the entrance, the warrior found Tallmarsh curled up in her nest. Cherrybubble ran over and prodded her roughly. “Snowflake! Get up. There’s a fire in the territory. It’s coming for the camp. We have to get out of here.” Her voice shook with worry, something that never happened to the confident she-cat. But Cherrybubble was terrified. Fires were something to be be afraid of, very much so.

[Freesia]

Delta
Oh no. Cherrybubble knew something was wrong as soon as she heard Flintspirit burst into camp. She’d never seen that much terror in the black-furred tom before. And it scared her straight though all of her nerves. She could even smell it now, the sharp tang of smoke rising in the air. She got to her paws as she watched Flint direct the members of his patrol to warn different areas of the camp. Then he stood there, tail swishing nervously. Cherrybubble’s eyes widened as she realized he’d covered every area of the camp, except the medicine den. Tallmarsh. Anger sparked in her as she tore across the clearing to the den. Did Flintspirit not care for her safety as well?
She was going to have a talk with the deputy. Once everyone was out of danger.
Bursting through the entrance, the warrior found Tallmarsh curled up in her nest. Cherrybubble ran over and prodded her roughly. “Snowflake! Get up. There’s a fire in the territory. It’s coming for the camp. We have to get out of here.” Her voice shook with worry, something that never happened to the confident she-cat. But Cherrybubble was terrified. Fires were something to be be afraid of, very much so.


Tallmarsh lifted her head groggily at Cherrybubble's voice, trying to blink the sleep out of her eyes. She was confused at first. What? A fire? It didn't make sense. Why would there be a fire in ThunderClan territory? Then the sharp scent of smoke hit her nostrils, and she was forced awake. She jumped to her feet and bolted to the wall of herbs. She was trying desperately to hide the panic that was rising in her throat. "Sparky, the herbs. We need to get the herbs--" she rasped. She hadn't even finished her sentence when she began to snatch bundles of herbs off the shelves. "We--we need to--" oh, StarClan. She couldn't focus. It sucked that she had just woken up, but it was even worse that she was under pressure. She had been doing so well recently about reacting swiftly and effectively under pressure, but right now she was panicking. She couldn't think about what herbs she needed, or which was which, or how much, or anything. She just wanted to have something so she'd be able to heal burns and cuts down the road. She took a deep breath, pushed down the panic, and took another look at the shelves and what she'd pulled out. She could still smell the smoke and hear the commotion outside and feel Cherrybubble's--and her own--urgency and worry. But she tried to clear her mind and think back to what Shinefang had taught her. She whispered to herself shakily, "Okay, think. Think." Louder, she said, "We need com--comfrey root for burns--" she pushed a bundle of roots and small flowers to the side as she said it "--dandelion and poppy seeds for pain--" she pushed two more bundles of flowers and tiny seed casings off to the side "and golden rod, horsetail, and stinging nettle for--for infection and bleeding." She pushed several more piles of herbs to the side. She also pulled out a pile of catchweed and cobnuts, saying, "The catchweed will hold the pastes in place, and the cobnuts will make the pastes thicker." She stood back, took a deep breath, and turned to Cherrybubble, the worry returning to her face. She had been in her zone while focusing on the herbs, but now they had to figure out how to get all of it out. Whatever was left was most likely going to be lost in the fire. "What now? We can leave the cobnuts, poppy seeds, and stinging nettle if we have to, but everything else is crucial if I want to be able to heal others."

[The Flying Pizza]

Hallowpaw had dragged Greykit by her scruff and spotted Thornkit and Branchkit nearby. "Get moving" he barked, trying to get to them. The twosome kits were stuck to something...wait was that a branch? Hallowpaw thought, he needed to act quickly. With a high leap he managed to get to the kits and gently grabbed one with a paw. "I need help with Branchkit!" he bellowed.

[|+sari+|]

Amberpaw was dozing in the corner of camp when she heard some cat scream "FIRE!!!", which caused her to leap to her paws and glanced around frantically, then she spotted Flintspirit, the deputy, and realized he had been the one to yell out the warning. Quickly joining the group that was gathered around the deputy, she started trembling visibly, her eyes wide with panic. She whimpered, then brushed her tail over her maw as she sneezed. She huddled close to the warriors, knowing she was fairly small, and gave her chest fur a couple of nervous licks.

[Open!]

It's been so long since Lightpaw's death that Jaguartooth couldn't even remember how many moons ago it was. He was still depressed over it, grieving over it, and hasn't moved on. Yes, he should stop being pathetic and toughen up, he knew, yet he didn't think he would ever get over the cat he had loved, the only one who had cared about him at the time. His eyes have had a sadness to him ever since. Having been asleep in the warriors den, when Tanglefoot poked his head in and interrupted his sleep to announce a fire, Jaguartooth felt like clawing the life out of somecat. He growled under his breath and heaved himself to his paws, his head spinning from having been laying down for so long. He blinked rapidly a few times and followed the other warriors outside, shaking out his long pelt, then glanced around, yawning. He spotted Hallowpaw nearby struggling with two kits, and he bounded over, using his large forme to reach up and gently grabbed Branchkit in his huge jaws, then set him gently down beside Hallowpaw. Jaguartooth gave Hallow a nod before sniffing Branchkit to make sure he was okay.

Harebreeze

[Madelaine]

Hallowpaw had dragged Greykit by her scruff and spotted Thornkit and Branchkit nearby. "Get moving" he barked, trying to get to them. The twosome kits were stuck to something...wait was that a branch? Hallowpaw thought, he needed to act quickly. With a high leap he managed to get to the kits and gently grabbed one with a paw. "I need help with Branchkit!" he bellowed.

Waterheart ran to the three kits and the apprentice. The queen ran up to Hallowpaw and looked down at the kits she had grown to love. "Are they okay?" , she said almost in a panic. She finally found them after the deputy told them of the fire. She had been out of camp and now she wished she hadn't. Waterheart made sure all three of them were there.

| |+Tired Rose Child+|; |

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart ran to the three kits and the apprentice. The queen ran up to Hallowpaw and looked down at the kits she had grown to love. "Are they okay?" , she said almost in a panic. She finally found them after the deputy told them of the fire. She had been out of camp and now she wished she hadn't. Waterheart made sure all three of them were there.

| |+Tired Rose Child+|; |

"They're fine, Waterheart" Hallowpaw said soothingly. Greykit watched her two brothers shudder.

[The Flying Pizza]

Amberpaw was dozing in the corner of camp when she heard some cat scream "FIRE!!!", which caused her to leap to her paws and glanced around frantically, then she spotted Flintspirit, the deputy, and realized he had been the one to yell out the warning. Quickly joining the group that was gathered around the deputy, she started trembling visibly, her eyes wide with panic. She whimpered, then brushed her tail over her maw as she sneezed. She huddled close to the warriors, knowing she was fairly small, and gave her chest fur a couple of nervous licks.

[Open!]

It's been so long since Lightpaw's death that Jaguartooth couldn't even remember how many moons ago it was. He was still depressed over it, grieving over it, and hasn't moved on. Yes, he should stop being pathetic and toughen up, he knew, yet he didn't think he would ever get over the cat he had loved, the only one who had cared about him at the time. His eyes have had a sadness to him ever since. Having been asleep in the warriors den, when Tanglefoot poked his head in and interrupted his sleep to announce a fire, Jaguartooth felt like clawing the life out of somecat. He growled under his breath and heaved himself to his paws, his head spinning from having been laying down for so long. He blinked rapidly a few times and followed the other warriors outside, shaking out his long pelt, then glanced around, yawning. He spotted Hallowpaw nearby struggling with two kits, and he bounded over, using his large forme to reach up and gently grabbed Branchkit in his huge jaws, then set him gently down beside Hallowpaw. Jaguartooth gave Hallow a nod before sniffing Branchkit to make sure he was okay.

Harebreeze

The two were still shaking but they were okay. "Thanks.." Hallowpaw muttered and climbed down.

[Madelaine]

"They're fine, Waterheart" Hallowpaw said soothingly. Greykit watched her two brothers shudder.

Waterheart looked at Greykit and her brothers. "We're all going to get out of this and we'll be home before you know it.", she whispered to the kits to reassure them.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart looked at Greykit and her brothers. "We're all going to get out of this and we'll be home before you know it.", she whispered to the kits to reassure them.

"B-b-but...the fire..could have.." She stopped. Her brothers were eyeing her with fear. Hallowpaw had padded over to the four. "I have no idea how you two tom kits managed to get stuck there!" He was annoyed but he cared for any kit that needed help, in fact there was a certain cat he once liked in a different time...Don't think of that he told himself. He had lost the only cat he could bear not t lose he even wasn't planning on leaving his Clan, so he said but the cat he loved remained to his mind.

[Madelaine]

"B-b-but...the fire..could have.." She stopped. Her brothers were eyeing her with fear. Hallowpaw had padded over to the four. "I have no idea how you two tom kits managed to get stuck there!" He was annoyed but he cared for any kit that needed help, in fact there was a certain cat he once liked in a different time...Don't think of that he told himself. He had lost the only cat he could bear not t lose he even wasn't planning on leaving his Clan, so he said but the cat he loved remained to his mind.

Waterheart looked at Hallowpaw, "It doesn't matter right now we gotta get them out of the camp.", she meowed. The queen feared for their lives, especially the kits she wanted to protect.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart looked at Hallowpaw, "It doesn't matter right now we gotta get them out of the camp.", she meowed. The queen feared for their lives, especially the kits she wanted to protect.

Hallowpaw nodded and nudged the threesome forward. The three moved but one look over their shoulder made them cringe. The camp had fires wherever they looked and that scared them.

[Madelaine]

Hallowpaw nodded and nudged the threesome forward. The three moved but one look over their shoulder made them cringe. The camp had fires wherever they looked and that scared them.

Waterheart could see the terror in the kits eyes. "Its going to be alright.", she whispered to the kit that glanced back. The molly hoped she was right and wasn't giving the kits false hopes.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart could see the terror in the kits eyes. "Its going to be alright.", she whispered to the kit that glanced back. The molly hoped she was right and wasn't giving the kits false hopes.

If only you were here, Maltedpaw... Hallowpaw thought to himself. He glanced up when he felt a soft voice in the wind whisper to him. Greykit noticed. "Why ae you looking up like that?" the she-kit was frightened but more worried that Hallowpaw had lost his mind.

[Fuzzy]

Brilliance RedHead

Reaching the clearing Minkpaw stopped to catch her breath. Her pelt was still spiked with fear. There was a fire heading straight for camp. This was bad, really bad! When Flintspirit mentioned her name she looked up again. Maybe this was a good thing in a way. She was more focused and wasn't worrying about what others thought of her at the moment.
Right now she had to tell Passionstar. "Okay!" She called already running to his den. She's never gone in and today wouldn't be the first time either. Stopping st the entrance she took a deep breath. "Passionstar!" She yelled. "The forest's on fire! It's heading straight for camp!" Minkpaw added. Her heart raced as she said those words though she stairs still to she was sure Passionstar had heard her.

With that the little brown molly turned and dashed over to Flintspirit again. Almost running into him. "I told him." With a slight but if confidence she informed. She told the leader something and wasn't afraid to do so.

[Freesia]

Greykit winced. "My mother isn't in ThunderClan...she left me and my brothers when we were 4 moons old...the only closest person I can kind of think as family is Waterheart..."

Tallmarsh listened as she worked, carefully patting a cobnut paste onto the eye, over the herbs. She then put a few catchweed burrs on the edges to hold it in place. "Ah, I'm sorry. It would be best to let Waterheart know, then." She pushed a poppyseed towards the kit. "Eat this. It will take away some of the pain. And make sure you don't touch your eye, even if it itches. We don't want you getting infection," she said. After a pause, she added, "If you want, you can stay in here for a day or two, so I can make sure it starts healing correctly."

[The Flying Pizza]

Tallmarsh listened as she worked, carefully patting a cobnut paste onto the eye, over the herbs. She then put a few catchweed burrs on the edges to hold it in place. "Ah, I'm sorry. It would be best to let Waterheart know, then." She pushed a poppyseed towards the kit. "Eat this. It will take away some of the pain. And make sure you don't touch your eye, even if it itches. We don't want you getting infection," she said. After a pause, she added, "If you want, you can stay in here for a day or two, so I can make sure it starts healing correctly."

The kit thought then nodded. "Okay.." she bent her head ad licked up the seeds.

[The Flying Pizza]

Hallowpaw tripped over a branch and fell over.

[Brilliance]

RedHead | Fuzzyfeline

It was supposed to be an ordinary day. Just like any ordinary day. The leader had spent most of his time in the nursery, gossiping with the queens, frolicking with their adorable kits and when he was on his way back to his den, he stopped in his tracks because he heard his name being called, caught the eye of an apprentice. “A fire?” Passionstar’s whiskers twitched, his head turning quickly. There was a fire. It didn’t matter the size of it or how dangerous it was, it just triggered Passionstar to act on impulse. There was danger and he had tunnel vision on his getting everyone to safety. He didn’t waste no time in running after Minkpaw to follow her, mainly because he needed to know what Flintspirit was up to. Flintspirit probably had a plan, but Passionstar didn’t do plans in the heat of the moment (pun intended). “The queens, kits, and elders. We need to get them out. Pronto!” Queens and their kits and the elders were at a much worse risk. Warriors and apprentices, leader and deputy were going to have to work together just to get everyone in a much safer shelter.

[RedHead]

Brilliance Fuzzyfeline

Flintspirit was worriedly watching as cats made their way towards the exit, his tail flicking uncontrollably with the pressure of the situation. He calmed down slightly as Minkpaw made it back to his side, panting, but otherwise unhurt. Soon after, Passionstar appeared at his side, and Flintspirit felt a new sense of security rush through him. Passionstar was here. He’d help him. Flintspirit knew that at this time he needed his leader’s trust and support more than ever.
He nodded at Passionstar’s words, pointing with his tail. “I sent members of my patrol to go warn the others. They’re filtering out right now, so I’m going to go up to the front and try to lead them away from the fire.” He meowed, his voice surprisingly steady for the amount of panic he was in. “Come with me Minkpaw.” He meowed to his apprentice, sliding his tail against her side and giving a nod to Passionstar before setting off at a bound towards the exit. He was not letting Minkpaw out of his sight. But where’s Glisteningcry? He pushed that thought aside. She was a warrior now. She would be fine. Right now he had to focus on getting his clanmembers right to safety.

”Everybody follow me!” Flintspirit yowled once he got to the front of the crowd, waving his thick, fluffy tail in the air so the cats could easily follow him through the burning smoke.
—

Brilliance
There he was. The finger she-cat ran over to Passionstar, ears perked high atop her head as she skidded to a stop next to him. Her orange eyes were wide and wild with fear, but a determination still shone in them. Foxbound was terrified. For herself, and for her uncle. She knew he would stay to make sure everyone else was out of camp first, and she was going to make sure he also got out safely. “I’ll help round up the rest of the clan.” She meowed to him, get fluffy tail held high in the air as she studied him, daring him to refuse her offer.

—

Lightningbugfire sidled up next to the outside of the grou as they loved dying the camp to the territory, his green eyes flicking about. He forced himself to focus on Flintspirit’s waving tail as the deputy led them towards safer ground. The smoke was getting thicker, and he was beginning to feel an itchy sensation in the back of his throat. He glanced behind him worriedly, looking out for any cats that’s may be falling behind. Most were still filtering out of the camp.

[open]

[TheNightOcelot]

Appletail awoke with a slow blinking of her eyes, taking a moment to let the morning sun wash over her pelt. She stretched, her back arching, and padded out into the clearing. The sun was much higher in the sky than she thought and it appeared that most warriors were already out patrolling for the day.

"I need to get to work!" She gasped, bristling. "Can't believe I slept in so late!" She continued as she pelted off into the forest.

[PrettyKittieCandie]

Apple heart looked around from the elders den and headed for the fresh - ki;; pile which was getting low with the coming leaf bare*

[Brilliance]

"U-umm actually, I live behind an abandoned t-two-leg den and I swim in the old p-pond back there." He smiled excitedly when this tom, leader of Thunderclan, invited him further into his den for a meal! He was about to follow but hesitated as he looked at the ground and shook his head "No, sorry, I don't eat before I bring my mother something first so I probably won't eat until I leave and actually I'd prefer to stay like this if that's okay, I much prefer to stay wet than dry." He gave a nervous smile, not sure how Passionstar would react to his unusual request, he must sound so weird right now! He then realized how rude he also must've sounded "S-sorry, I can dry off if you want, I'm sorry for sounding rude I've never talked to anyone as important as you before." Brilliance

“Oh?” It was a very odd request that Otter would ask of him, but the tom could respect his wishes. “Is your mother somewhere around here?” Passionstar asked curiously because he didn’t see another cat. If Otter traveled this far into the territory of Thunderclan where was his mother? Maybe she was hiding somewhere else. The tom did mention he lived behind an abandoned two leg den. “You can stay that way if you want,” the leader blinked. “I just thought having wet fur makes you uncomfortable. I don’t see how you do it because I would be so cranky if my pelt was drenched.” Passionstar laughed a bit. Then again, Passionstar had a much thicker pelt than this tom. As Passionstar retreated into his den, he beckoned with his tail for Otter to follow along. Passionstar didn’t find him rude at all. The tom has his wishes and he could respect that. “I am not important,” Passionstar reassured him. “I’m just like you.” Passionstar was a cat that didn’t want to appear as important. Sure he was a leader, but he was still a warrior at heart. Being a leader just sounded like being a dictator to him and Passionstar wasn’t a tyrant. “You seem nervous, don’t be. You don’t seem to have any bad intentions...but what are your intentions for wanting to be here?”

[Vexing]

“Oh?” It was a very odd request that Otter would ask of him, but the tom could respect his wishes. “Is your mother somewhere around here?” Passionstar asked curiously because he didn’t see another cat. If Otter traveled this far into the territory of Thunderclan where was his mother? Maybe she was hiding somewhere else. The tom did mention he lived behind an abandoned two leg den. “You can stay that way if you want,” the leader blinked. “I just thought having wet fur makes you uncomfortable. I don’t see how you do it because I would be so cranky if my pelt was drenched.” Passionstar laughed a bit. Then again, Passionstar had a much thicker pelt than this tom. As Passionstar retreated into his den, he beckoned with his tail for Otter to follow along. Passionstar didn’t find him rude at all. The tom has his wishes and he could respect that. “I am not important,” Passionstar reassured him. “I’m just like you.” Passionstar was a cat that didn’t want to appear as important. Sure he was a leader, but he was still a warrior at heart. Being a leader just sounded like being a dictator to him and Passionstar wasn’t a tyrant. “You seem nervous, don’t be. You don’t seem to have any bad intentions...but what are your intentions for wanting to be here?”
Otter followed Passionstar deeper into his den "Oh well, my mother is always with me everywhere I go, I can always feel her presence and I have ever since she died many moons ago. I buried her behind the twoleg den and I bring her a piece of fresh-kill each day to make sure she stays well-fed." He then stopped and looked to the ceiling, smiling "Well, to be honest I've always admired clan cats ever since I was a kit and my mother would always tell me about things she's seen you do, the fights you all get into, the way you protect each other and just the way you live and I've always thought it sounded right for me, even the fighting and risk of starvation during leaf-bare." He then looked straight at Passionstar with a determined gleam in his eyes and a confident smile "My mother would always tell me that I should do what feels right and makes me happy and being a clan cat just seems so right and it makes me happy, I even talked about it with her last night before coming here and she agreed that if it feels right then it must be."

[Madelaine]

| ~Silverkit~; |

Graysun sat right outside the warriors den, with a mouse at his paws. He had been hunting all morning and would again once he found somebody to go with him. The warrior took a bite out of the mouse, looking down at his paws. Nobody hardly joined him on a hunting trip, but he wanted it to be different this time. Graysun looked around the camp at all the possible choices.

[RedHead]

Cherrybubble watched anxiously as Tallmarsh gathered her herbs, tail flicking with anticipation. After a few moments she heaved a breath as the medicine cat finally gathered all of the herbs.
She quickly scanned the piles, her own brain working quickly. “Well have to leave the cobnuts.” She meowed, then bent down towards Tallmarsh’s next and removed several fern fronds, along with one moss.
Quickly, she took the ferns and wrapped it around some herbs, securing it with the moss and a couple cobwebs. “This will make more easier to carry.” She meowed. She’d seen Tallmarsh do something similar to wrap up travel herbs, this a larger amount.
Cherrybubble quickly wrapped the other herbs as well, leaving the cobnuts that would not fit. She then picked up and bundle and waved her tail. “We better get out of here. The smoke smell is getting worse.” With a nod, she turned and ran out of the den and out of camp, trusting Tallmarsh to be right behind her.
Delta

[Jesse]

Goldenshade jolted upward and gasped sharply, desperate for air, clawing feverishly at his throat. He felt something ripping apart his lungs, the searing sting of fire welling in his chest and pressure crushing down on him from above, unable to struggle or scream.

And then he blinked.. and it was gone, as though it had never been there at all.

The agonizing pain had become a lingering ache and the weight that had kept him from breathing had lifted, though the overwhelming feeling of dread swarming his senses remained. His heart slammed frantically against his chest, unable to hear anything but the deafening roar of blood rushing past his ears. The shadows that blinded him crept away to the corners of his eyes and when he could finally see straight he realized, hot with embarrassment, that he was still safe in his nest in the warriors den. Of course.. Just as always.. He steadied his labored breathing and recomposed himself before slipping out of his nest and hurriedly padding out into the clearing, hoping no one had witnessed his little episode. His paws took him toward the freshkill pile, where he absentmindedly picked out a vole and moved away to a shady little patch in a corner, still dizzy and confused. He plopped down and got to work nibbling on his breakfast, even if it was only to keep his mind off his night terrors. But even as he tried to focus on other things, he couldn't manage to shake the feeling something was watching him. You can't hurt me... He thought, not really knowing who he was talking to.

He shook his head and turned his attention to the rest of the camp, watching as cats bustled around, sharing tongues and going on with their own business. It made him irrationally.. angry.

Venus

[Doom]

Goldenshade jolted upward and gasped sharply, desperate for air, clawing feverishly at his throat. He felt something ripping apart his lungs, the searing sting of fire welling in his chest and pressure crushing down on him from above, unable to struggle or scream.

And then he blinked.. and it was gone, as though it had never been there at all.

The agonizing pain had become a lingering ache and the weight that had kept him from breathing had lifted, though the overwhelming feeling of dread swarming his senses remained. His heart slammed frantically against his chest, unable to hear anything but the deafening roar of blood rushing past his ears. The shadows that blinded him crept away to the corners of his eyes and when he could finally see straight he realized, hot with embarrassment, that he was still safe in his nest in the warriors den. Of course.. Just as always.. He steadied his labored breathing and recomposed himself before slipping out of his nest and hurriedly padding out into the clearing, hoping no one had witnessed his little episode. His paws took him toward the freshkill pile, where he absentmindedly picked out a vole and moved away to a shady little patch in a corner, still dizzy and confused. He plopped down and got to work nibbling on his breakfast, even if it was only to keep his mind off his night terrors. But even as he tried to focus on other things, he couldn't manage to shake the feeling something was watching him. You can't hurt me... He thought, not really knowing who he was talking to.

He shook his head and turned his attention to the rest of the camp, watching as cats bustled around, sharing tongues and going on with their own business. It made him irrationally.. angry.

Venus



(sorry this is a little short!)

The fire was finally extinguished, leaving an eerie silence throughout the clearing. While her clanmates decided to call it a night, Honeybrume sat out all night in the rain, drinking in the haunting scenery that was supposed to be her home. How could she sleep through the wails of the kits and weeping of her clanmates? Sitting in the rain felt better than being surrounded by misery. Honeybrume never feared fire until now. Her heart still pounded in terror, and she confused the rush of blood in her ears with the sound of rainfall. She still felt hot and sticky, as if the fire kept ablaze deep inside her. But her body shivered and her fur stood on end like she was cold or something.

Perhaps she was just catching a fever. Maybe I should go see Tallmarsh...

Since she never slept, Honeybrume was the first to eat breakfast. Normally, she’d wait to eat with company, but right now she wanted to be left alone. Grabbing a shrew from the (rather pathetic) freshkill pile, Honeybrume sat alone at the edge of the clearing. Her fur was messy from the rainfall, and it took effort to groom it back to the state she kept it.

[Jesse]

(sorry this is a little short!)

The fire was finally extinguished, leaving an eerie silence throughout the clearing. While her clanmates decided to call it a night, Honeybrume sat out all night in the rain, drinking in the haunting scenery that was supposed to be her home. How could she sleep through the wails of the kits and weeping of her clanmates? Sitting in the rain felt better than being surrounded by misery. Honeybrume never feared fire until now. Her heart still pounded in terror, and she confused the rush of blood in her ears with the sound of rainfall. She still felt hot and sticky, as if the fire kept ablaze deep inside her. But her body shivered and her fur stood on end like she was cold or something.

Perhaps she was just catching a fever. Maybe I should go see Tallmarsh...

Since she never slept, Honeybrume was the first to eat breakfast. Normally, she’d wait to eat with company, but right now she wanted to be left alone. Grabbing a shrew from the (rather pathetic) freshkill pile, Honeybrume sat alone at the edge of the clearing. Her fur was messy from the rainfall, and it took effort to groom it back to the state she kept it.


( you're ok! this one isn't very impressive either ;; )

Goldenshade who had hardly touched the vole, had found himself sick to his stomach. Everything tasted of ash; coarse and acrid. The meat was stringy and dry and crumbled like dust in his mouth. As he glowered grudgingly at his food, something caught his eye from across the clearing. For a moment he thought he might have been hallucinating again. A molly, lithe, graceful.. Beautiful, to put it bluntly. He studied her intently from afar, his tail lashing eagerly. She could even hold a candle to me.. Well, almost anyway. He mused to himself, licking the blood of his maw. I'll have her.

Goldenshade rose to his feet in a rush and kicked away the half-eaten vole, hurrying to shake the ash out of his fur, making sure no stray hair remained. He cleared his throat as he approached, flourishing his tail behind him. "Sitting alone, are we? You seem like you could use some company.." he purred, wearing a broad grin.

[Doom]

( you're ok! this one isn't very impressive either ;; )

Goldenshade who had hardly touched the vole, had found himself sick to his stomach. Everything tasted of ash; coarse and acrid. The meat was stringy and dry and crumbled like dust in his mouth. As he glowered grudgingly at his food, something caught his eye from across the clearing. For a moment he thought he might have been hallucinating again. A molly, lithe, graceful.. Beautiful, to put it bluntly. He studied her intently from afar, his tail lashing eagerly. She could even hold a candle to me.. Well, almost anyway. He mused to himself, licking the blood of his maw. I'll have her.

Goldenshade rose to his feet in a rush and kicked away the half-eaten vole, hurrying to shake the ash out of his fur, making sure no stray hair remained. He cleared his throat as he approached, flourishing his tail behind him. "Sitting alone, are we? You seem like you could use some company.." he purred, wearing a broad grin.


Honeybrume froze. Excuse me-?

Retracting her tongue, she squinted up at the cat who approached her. A large golden tabby stood before her, grinning wider than what she’d call socially acceptable. What's got him in such a decent mood? She straightened herself and narrowed at the bold stranger. “Do I really look like someone who needs attention?” Her tail lashed behind her impatiently. “While it was so kind of you to assume that, I’d actually prefer to be alone right now. I had a rough night, as you could imagine," She gestured a paw at the depressingly demolished clearing. "-and I’m in no state to mingle. Now, if you'll excuse me...” With a dismissive flick of her tail, Honeybrume turned her back to the tom and resumed grooming.

[Hopethecat2002]

(Sorry to interrupt but may I join in the roleplay?)

[~Silverkit~]

| ~Silverkit~; |

Graysun sat right outside the warriors den, with a mouse at his paws. He had been hunting all morning and would again once he found somebody to go with him. The warrior took a bite out of the mouse, looking down at his paws. Nobody hardly joined him on a hunting trip, but he wanted it to be different this time. Graysun looked around the camp at all the possible choices.
(I decided to give it a try)
Sunglow was in the middle of the camp, distracted by a butterfly. She didn't care if cats were staring. She was determined to catch it.

[Jesse]

Honeybrume froze. Excuse me-?

Retracting her tongue, she squinted up at the cat who approached her. A large golden tabby stood before her, grinning wider than what she’d call socially acceptable. What's got him in such a decent mood? She straightened herself and narrowed at the bold stranger. “Do I really look like someone who needs attention?” Her tail lashed behind her impatiently. “While it was so kind of you to assume that, I’d actually prefer to be alone right now. I had a rough night, as you could imagine," She gestured a paw at the depressingly demolished clearing. "-and I’m in no state to mingle. Now, if you'll excuse me...” With a dismissive flick of her tail, Honeybrume turned her back to the tom and resumed grooming.

As she prattled on, Goldenshade's smile was slowly snuffed out until was left glowering resentfully at the molly's turned back. Bewildered and a bit flustered, he had to take a moment to process what had just occurred. Admittedly, this had been the first time he'd been dismissed so offhandedly. At the very least it was hard for other cats to ignore him, even if they weren't necessarily immediately smitten. So she's going to play hard to get? Well, I won't be so easily shaken.

He quickly put on another plastic smile and puffed out his chest. "Honeybrume, was it? Truly, a beautiful name befitting of a.. delicate flower such as you." He cooed melodiously, sweeping closely around behind her, his silky tail tenderly dusting her shoulders. "I'm Goldenshade, of course, my name isn't important." He brushed alongside her to lock their gazes, his pale, stony eyes glittering wickedly and his needle-like teeth bared in pearly, impish rows. His whiskers twitched intently as he paused to look her up and down, chuckling wickedly to himself. "Oh, don't be so tense, my dear. I'm only here to comfort you in this time of.." He glanced out across the charred landscape. ".. desperation." He finished gracelessly.

[wren]

RedHead

Littlebear was anxious- that wasn’t normal. For the free flowing and adventurous she cat nothing was ever planned or thought through. And of course the blaze hadn’t been, but for the first time in a long time she was worried.
Not for herself but for Flintspirit. She hadn’t seen the tom yet which threw a wrench in her stomach, how was she supposed to look after the idiot if he just wasn’t around? The short she cat paced anxiously around the ravaged camp tail twisting with irritation. She had eliminated the possibility of him being in the warriors or leaders den, not in the medicine cat den either. She had woken up early to watch the patrols get sent off... but it wasn’t him that had done it?

This made everything difficult- cats were panicked burnt and tired and she doubted flint had actually eaten because of it. He worked too hard for his own good and sure he was a good deputy but that would be the death of him. She made her way towards the messily arranged fresh kill pike- err more like charred kill pile. She pawed over a few mice their fur scorched right off their backs. Her ears pinned to the back of her head in frustration. She bent down to pluck the biggest one up hesitantly, the smell bringing her back to the fifteen foot wall of flames that engulfed camp in a fiery blaze and the taste.. she nearly gagged but assuming it was only the fur that was burnt it seemed to be fine.
She’s check her bases one more time to eliminate anything she might’ve overlooked. With a tom that big how was she going to miss him a second time? She headed for the warriors den that scent of burning mixed with herbs embracing her and clinging to the roof of her mouth. She sneezed and nearly dropped the prey but managed to keep it.
She took a step into the den and pushed her way through sleeping cats with singed fur and burn marks scattered along their bodies- what an odd smell.

She looked up and down the walls anxiously searching each nest before withdrawing when she didn’t see him. ‘ ‘ mmphf rats ‘ ‘ she mumbled around the mouse before trotting towards the medicine cat den and once again poking her head in. Here there was even more burn victims... lungs full of thick smoke and fur burnt beyond recognition. She shivered but pressed through the charred brambles. Eyeing each cat in the den down and even padding through to the second part of the cave- nothing. Then she turned on her heels and climbed her way back out defeated. He couldn’t be out in the territory would he? She hadn’t seen him leave this morning..?

[Doom]

As she prattled on, Goldenshade's smile was slowly snuffed out until was left glowering resentfully at the molly's turned back. Bewildered and a bit flustered, he had to take a moment to process what had just occurred. Admittedly, this had been the first time he'd been dismissed so offhandedly. At the very least it was hard for other cats to ignore him, even if they weren't necessarily immediately smitten. So she's going to play hard to get? Well, I won't be so easily shaken.

He quickly put on another plastic smile and puffed out his chest. "Honeybrume, was it? Truly, a beautiful name befitting of a.. delicate flower such as you." He cooed melodiously, sweeping closely around behind her, his silky tail tenderly dusting her shoulders. "I'm Goldenshade, of course, my name isn't important." He brushed alongside her to lock their gazes, his pale, stony eyes glittering wickedly and his needle-like teeth bared in pearly, impish rows. His whiskers twitched intently as he paused to look her up and down, chuckling wickedly to himself. "Oh, don't be so tense, my dear. I'm only here to comfort you in this time of.." He glanced out across the charred landscape. ".. desperation." He finished gracelessly.

A low growl began roll in the back of Honeybrume’s throat. Her neck fur bristled at the feeling of Goldenshade’s close, hot breath from behind. Seeing his face suddenly peek into her peripheral vision made her woozy and nearly gag with disinterest. At first, she wanted to hold her ground, but as the golden warrior persisted with his desperate attempt to woo her, she couldn't bear listening any longer. Letting impatience get the best of her, Honeybrume stood and flicked his tail off her back with a swift unsheathed paw. “Listen here, buddy,” She hissed, keeping their eyes locked so he could feel her sharp, stone-cold glare cut deep through his own glittery, fragile gaze. “You must have maggots in your ears if you couldn't sense my tone from earlier, but by all means, allow me to repeat myself...” She cleared her throat. “I’m NOT interested.”

Finished with Goldenshade and his pathetic self, Honeybrume grabbed the last bit of her breakfast (which was now cold, no thanks to him) and padded away. “And don’t even think about following me.”

[Madelaine]

| Sharp moon; ~ Okapi; ~ CloverFlame; |

Mottledwing laid in her nest with her three kits curled at her belly. They were born just moments ago and already they had stolen her heart. She poked each kit with her nose and a lick on the top of her head. The queen placed her head down on the moss of her nest.

[Madelaine]

(I decided to give it a try)
Sunglow was in the middle of the camp, distracted by a butterfly. She didn't care if cats were staring. She was determined to catch it.

Graysun padded over to his mate and snatched the butterfly in his paws. He held it in his jaws, "Hey Sunglow.", he mumbled through the butterfly. He knew that she wanted to catch it, but he thought it would be funny to catch it himself. He spat out the butterfly and it flew away.

[Mango]

| Sharp moon; ~ Okapi; ~ CloverFlame; |

Mottledwing laid in her nest with her three kits curled at her belly. They were born just moments ago and already they had stolen her heart. She poked each kit with her nose and a lick on the top of her head. The queen placed her head down on the moss of her nest.
Sharp moon CloverFlame

The small tom-kit with light brown fur wriggled close to his mother purring

[Sharp moon]

| Sharp moon; ~ Okapi; ~ CloverFlame; |

Mottledwing laid in her nest with her three kits curled at her belly. They were born just moments ago and already they had stolen her heart. She poked each kit with her nose and a lick on the top of her head. The queen placed her head down on the moss of her nest.

One kit didn't bother to move the she-kit just laid there.

Rockclaw silently came inside, purring as he saw the bundles of joy, he looked at one of the kits, the one that was clearly standing out, he started worrying as he looked closely at the kit.

[Jesse]

A low growl began roll in the back of Honeybrume’s throat. Her neck fur bristled at the feeling of Goldenshade’s close, hot breath from behind. Seeing his face suddenly peek into her peripheral vision made her woozy and nearly gag with disinterest. At first, she wanted to hold her ground, but as the golden warrior persisted with his desperate attempt to woo her, she couldn't bear listening any longer. Letting impatience get the best of her, Honeybrume stood and flicked his tail off her back with a swift unsheathed paw. “Listen here, buddy,” She hissed, keeping their eyes locked so he could feel her sharp, stone-cold glare cut deep through his own glittery, fragile gaze. “You must have maggots in your ears if you couldn't sense my tone from earlier, but by all means, allow me to repeat myself...” She cleared her throat. “I’m NOT interested.”

Finished with Goldenshade and his pathetic self, Honeybrume grabbed the last bit of her breakfast (which was now cold, no thanks to him) and padded away. “And don’t even think about following me.”


The tom gulped back a snarl, resisting the urge to claw her across the face in the middle of camp. Instead they flexed stiffly, turning up the dirt at his paws. W-what? He was positively rigid with fury. You- You can’t just.. IGNORE me. How.. How DARE you. His eyes, bulging until they looked like they might burst, practically glowed with white hot rage- it seemed his glare could’ve seared a hole right through Honeybrume’s back as she stormed off. For perhaps the first time in his life, he had nothing to say. Or rather, there was nothing he could say. He had been gritting his teeth till they had gone numb; he hadn’t noticed he had bitten through his tongue. There was no amount of insults he could dream up that could properly communicate the murderous hatred that pulsed through his veins like a blazing inferno- tenfold that which had razed their camp.

He paced feverishly, spitting curses just out of earshot after her, already fantasizing sinking his fangs into her skinny little throat. That.. He erupted into an exasperated howl and struck the ground, sending ash scattering to the wind. SNAKE. He was quavering- his heart throbbing and his breath ragged. Why? Why had this made him so.. angry? It only reaffirmed what he already knew to be true. The cruel and ruthlessness of his kind. Yes. Then why did he act as though he had expected anything less? She WILL NOT get the better of me. She will learn I am not to be ignored. And then, when I have her at my mercy, she will beg and plead and cry out- ‘forgive me’ ‘forgive me’. And I’ll.. I’ll crush her. No- NO! No I’ll drown her. Or I’ll cut her open and watch as the life drains out of her eyes.

Goldenshade rolled his neck, relieving the muscles that had balled up in his shoulders. But I must be patient. Yes.. Patience. He whipped around to face the direction Honeybrume had gone and bounded off to follow her, despite her warning.

“Cheeky.. Very cheeky.” He panted as he glided up next to her, still brushing up awfully close. “You know, I like a little fire in my she-cats.” He winked down at her and gave her a playful nudge.. with perhaps a little too much vigor.

[CloverFlame]

| Sharp moon; ~ Okapi; ~ CloverFlame; |

Mottledwing laid in her nest with her three kits curled at her belly. They were born just moments ago and already they had stolen her heart. She poked each kit with her nose and a lick on the top of her head. The queen placed her head down on the moss of her nest.
Sharp moon CloverFlame

The small tom-kit with light brown fur wriggled close to his mother purring
One kit didn't bother to move the she-kit just laid there.

Rockclaw silently came inside, purring as he saw the bundles of joy, he looked at one of the kits, the one that was clearly standing out, he started worrying as he looked closely at the kit.
The small brown tabby kit meeed fitfully as she squirmed closer to her mother, still rather uncoordinated.

[Doom]

The tom gulped back a snarl, resisting the urge to claw her across the face in the middle of camp. Instead they flexed stiffly, turning up the dirt at his paws. W-what? He was positively rigid with fury. You- You can’t just.. IGNORE me. How.. How DARE you. His eyes, bulging until they looked like they might burst, practically glowed with white hot rage- it seemed his glare could’ve seared a hole right through Honeybrume’s back as she stormed off. For perhaps the first time in his life, he had nothing to say. Or rather, there was nothing he could say. He had been gritting his teeth till they had gone numb; he hadn’t noticed he had bitten through his tongue. There was no amount of insults he could dream up that could properly communicate the murderous hatred that pulsed through his veins like a blazing inferno- tenfold that which had razed their camp.

He paced feverishly, spitting curses just out of earshot after her, already fantasizing sinking his fangs into her skinny little throat. That.. He erupted into an exasperated howl and struck the ground, sending ash scattering to the wind. SNAKE. He was quavering- his heart throbbing and his breath ragged. Why? Why had this made him so.. angry? It only reaffirmed what he already knew to be true. The cruel and ruthlessness of his kind. Yes. Then why did he act as though he had expected anything less? She WILL NOT get the better of me. She will learn I am not to be ignored. And then, when I have her at my mercy, she will beg and plead and cry out- ‘forgive me’ ‘forgive me’. And I’ll.. I’ll crush her. No- NO! No I’ll drown her. Or I’ll cut her open and watch as the life drains out of her eyes.

Goldenshade rolled his neck, relieving the muscles that had balled up in his shoulders. But I must be patient. Yes.. Patience. He whipped around to face the direction Honeybrume had gone and bounded off to follow her, despite her warning.

“Cheeky.. Very cheeky.” He panted as he glided up next to her, still brushing up awfully close. “You know, I like a little fire in my she-cats.” He winked down at her and gave her a playful nudge.. with perhaps a little too much vigor.


Blood roared in Honeybrume’s ears, the adrenaline pumping her heart with fury. Once she was at a reasonable distance, the smaller warrior took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. “What a waste of energy...!” She hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep herself together. All she wanted was a peaceful morning to eat alone and recuperate from the fire. Was that too much to ask? ThunderClan must be cursed or something to be this exhausting. Great StarClan, the nerve of that guy! He had to be joking...right? A chill passed through her body. Just thinking about him made her feel sick. Perfect. Now her appetite was ruined.

Holding the poise in her gait, Honeybrume gracefully padded back to the fresh-kill-pile with the intention to return her half-eaten shrew. But no. That familiar stench of Goldenshade’s breath was back, and her balance was broken by the sudden brush of thick, bristled, golden fur against her flank. The shrew fell out of her maw when she gasped in surprise, nearly choking on her own saliva. Her startled green eyes met up with his, regretfully catching sight of that suggestive wink. But the nudge...oh no he didn't. Now fallen on her side, the small molly laid there for a moment staring flabbergasted at the ground. “You like a little fire in your she-cats…” She echoed aloud, mindlessly. Her large ears began to flatten. “You like...a little fire...in your she-cats?!”

Without warning, Honeybrume’s unsheathed paw swept straight across Goldenshade’s nose. Blood dripped from the tips of her front claws. She stood before him now in an eerily calm rage, her glare hardening. “That was a warning. Harass me again and I’ll go for your eyes. Understood?”

[Madelaine]

| Spider-Leap; |

Waterheart padded out of the nursery, her stmach hurt, but it didn't stop her from going outside. Maybe it would help, but she knew it won't. The molly sat down outside the nursery as she watched for the three kits she cared for. Waterheart gave her belly fur a quick lick.

[The Flying Pizza]

| Spider-Leap; |

Waterheart padded out of the nursery, her stmach hurt, but it didn't stop her from going outside. Maybe it would help, but she knew it won't. The molly sat down outside the nursery as she watched for the three kits she cared for. Waterheart gave her belly fur a quick lick.


Greykit stumbled over a pebble, landing on her brother Thornkit's tail. "OW!." He protested in pain. "S-Sorry.." she stuttered as she got off her brother's tail clumsily.

[Madelaine]

Greykit stumbled over a pebble, landing on her brother Thornkit's tail. "OW!." He protested in pain. "S-Sorry.." she stuttered as she got off her brother's tail clumsily.

Waterheart spotted them and stood up. The molly walked over to them. "How are you guys today?", she asked. The queen sat down beside them, wrapping her tail around her paws.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart spotted them and stood up. The molly walked over to them. "How are you guys today?", she asked. The queen sat down beside them, wrapping her tail around her paws.


"When I'm not getting my tail sat on I'm fine.." Thornkit gritted his teeth. Greykit looked at Branchkit, whom had just broke a leaf with his claws but looked back at Waterheart. "Doing better than fox dung..."

[Madelaine]

"When I'm not getting my tail sat on I'm fine.." Thornkit gritted his teeth. Greykit looked at Branchkit, whom had just broke a leaf with his claws but looked back at Waterheart. "Doing better than fox dung..."

Waterheart nodded and gave her belly anf neck fur a quick wash. "It was an accident Thornkit. I saw it happen.", she replied. "Watch your language Branchkit.", she meowed to the other tom kit.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart nodded and gave her belly anf neck fur a quick wash. "It was an accident Thornkit. I saw it happen.", she replied. "Watch your language Branchkit.", she meowed to the other tom kit.


(Yikes...Branchkit's beginning to hate her...)

Branchkit arched his back before storming off. Greykit watched Branchkit pad away. "Grumpy cat.." She mumbled silently.

[Madelaine]

(Yikes...Branchkit's beginning to hate her...)

Branchkit arched his back before storming off. Greykit watched Branchkit pad away. "Grumpy cat.." She mumbled silently.

Waterheart watched Branchkit leave and decided to go and talk to him. She stood up and padded over to him. "Is everything alright?", she asked, her voice going soft. She knew that he might not want to speak to her at the moment, but she cared to much for him to just let him go.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart watched Branchkit leave and decided to go and talk to him. She stood up and padded over to him. "Is everything alright?", she asked, her voice going soft. She knew that he might not want to speak to her at the moment, but she cared to much for him to just let him go.


"I'm fine.." Branchkit snapped. He hated admitting his feelings when he didn't like to share or socialize with others.

[Madelaine]

"I'm fine.." Branchkit snapped. He hated admitting his feelings when he didn't like to share or socialize with others.

Waterheart understood, but didn't go back to the other two. "I know. I know. Life is hard. It was for me at your age.", she meowed. He might not listen, but she didn't care. She gave him a affectionate lick on the head with a purr.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart understood, but didn't go back to the other two. "I know. I know. Life is hard. It was for me at your age.", she meowed. He might not listen, but she didn't care. She gave him a affectionate lick on the head with a purr.


Branchkit wasn't expected to get this reaction from Waterheart but licked her ear anyway.
(I did not expect to have him do this tbh ._.)

[Madelaine]

Branchkit wasn't expected to get this reaction from Waterheart but licked her ear anyway.
(I did not expect to have him do this tbh ._.)

Waterheart looked down at him with a motherly smile. "You don't have to talk about it of you don't want to. I respect all your decisions.", she meowed, showing him how much she cared.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart looked down at him with a motherly smile. "You don't have to talk about it of you don't want to. I respect all your decisions.", she meowed, showing him how much she cared.


Greykit yowled in pain as she felt Hallowpaw nudged her to the side. "Move it you scruff lump.." the apprentice mumbled. "Leave my sister alone ya bully fox-hearted cat!." Branchkit grunted as he unsheathed his claws.

[Madelaine]

Greykit yowled in pain as she felt Hallowpaw nudged her to the side. "Move it you scruff lump.." the apprentice mumbled. "Leave my sister alone ya bully fox-hearted cat!." Branchkit grunted as he unsheathed his claws.

Waterheart looked at Hallowpaw. "Leave her alone!", she yowled, running to them. She pushed the apprentice down, letting out a growl. She didn't hurt him, just enough to get him away from Greykit.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart looked at Hallowpaw. "Leave her alone!", she yowled, running to them. She pushed the apprentice down, letting out a growl. She didn't hurt him, just enough to get him away from Greykit.


"Mind your own business, Waterheart.." Hallowpaw grunted before stalking off. "I hate him..why doesn't Honorpaw not talk to him much anymore?....they are kinda funny to watch..." Greykit chuckled.
(Tbh I ran outta ideas..)

[Madelaine]

"Mind your own business, Waterheart.." Hallowpaw grunted before stalking off. "I hate him..why doesn't Honorpaw not talk to him much anymore?....they are kinda funny to watch..." Greykit chuckled.
(Tbh I ran outta ideas..)

Waterheart gave out a snort as the apprentice padded off. She was starting to hate the apprentices now a days. "Honorpaw might have other things to do.", she replied.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart gave out a snort as the apprentice padded off. She was starting to hate the apprentices now a days. "Honorpaw might have other things to do.", she replied.


Greykit shrugged. "At least when she's around he isn't a meanie..."

[Madelaine]

Greykit shrugged. "At least when she's around he isn't a meanie..."

Waterheart knew who Honorpaw was, especially since she was the one that helped raise her, since her father was the only one who cared. The queen remebered the apprentice all too well. "Honorpaw has a way with other cats to be honest.", she replied.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart knew who Honorpaw was, especially since she was the one that helped raise her, since her father was the only one who cared. The queen remebered the apprentice all too well. "Honorpaw has a way with other cats to be honest.", she replied.


Greykit nodded absently. Branchkit was sighing sadly.

[Madelaine]

Greykit nodded absently. Branchkit was sighing sadly.

Waterheart glanced at Branchkit, feeling worried, but didn't show it. She wanted to try and stay on the kits good side. The molly gave Greykit and Branchkit a quick lick.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart glanced at Branchkit, feeling worried, but didn't show it. She wanted to try and stay on the kits good side. The molly gave Greykit and Branchkit a quick lick.


Branchkit fell asleep. Greykit plaid with a bit of moss.

[Madelaine]

Branchkit fell asleep. Greykit plaid with a bit of moss.

Waterheart curled around Branchkit while keeping an eye on Greykit and Thornkit. The queen watched her play with the moss. She let out a purr.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart curled around Branchkit while keeping an eye on Greykit and Thornkit. The queen watched her play with the moss. She let out a purr.


Greykit rolled the moss ball at Thornkit who caught it and rolled it back Branchkit's breathing suddenly stopped for a slight second.

[Madelaine]

Greykit rolled the moss ball at Thornkit who caught it and rolled it back Branchkit's breathing suddenly stopped for a slight second.

Waterheart felt his breathing stop, but waited before she panicked. The molly gave his fur a quick wash, getting all tje dirt out of his fur.0

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart felt his breathing stop, but waited before she panicked. The molly gave his fur a quick wash, getting all tje dirt out of his fur.0


(I'm going to kill off Branchkit cause I'm quite tired of his sappy mood..)
Branchkit's breathing got slower and slower until it stopped all together.

[Madelaine]

(I'm going to kill off Branchkit cause I'm quite tired of his sappy mood..)
Branchkit's breathing got slower and slower until it stopped all together.

(Okay. Shes going to be very upset)

Waterheart was finished washibg his fur when she saw his breathing stop all together. The queen stood up and gave his pelt a lot of fast licks to trya nd get him to wake up, but it didn't serm to work.

[The Flying Pizza]

(Okay. Shes going to be very upset)

Waterheart was finished washibg his fur when she saw his breathing stop all together. The queen stood up and gave his pelt a lot of fast licks to trya nd get him to wake up, but it didn't serm to work.


Greykit looked up. "Is Branchkit okay?.." she had panic on her expression.

[Madelaine]

Greykit looked up. "Is Branchkit okay?.." she had panic on her expression.

Waterheart felt her eyes begin to tear up as she placed her head on his chest. There was no heartbeat. "He has joined the ranks of Starclan. Im sorry.", she meowed.

[The Flying Pizza]

Waterheart felt her eyes begin to tear up as she placed her head on his chest. There was no heartbeat. "He has joined the ranks of Starclan. Im sorry.", she meowed.


Greykit's eyes filled with tears. "B-B-But..how?.."

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[BEAR.]

[ As ThunderClan's camp is currently destroyed following the fire,

all roleplays should be relocated to ThunderClan territory (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15) for the time being.

Thank you! ]

[RedHead]

[ Rebuilding has started in the Thunderclan camp!
All roleplays in the camp must follow some semblance of rebuilding.
Interaction can happen of course, but rebuilding should be the main subject of the roleplay. ]

[ As a follow-up warning to ThC rpers: any post that isn't rebuild-related
will be removed for now ]

[Fawn]

((i don't know if we're really doing turns anymore, just trying to keep this going ;v; ))

Fawnpaw's ears flicked forward with renewed interest when Flintspirit emerged and offered a guarded greeting, which he remained silent for, simply taking it in with curiosity as he tried to be subtle about peering around him.. searching for Passionstar. He recalled he'd been missing at the previous gathering with no explanation and was perplexed by his continued disappearance. It lingered on his mind during his walk to camp with the rest of the patrol, yet it gradually was pushed from his thoughts as horror and helplessness took its place upon seeing the wreckage this Clan was living in. Although he still didn't agree with Lionstorm's motives, the extension of help was not only merciful but necessary after noting the disaster of a camp. Rebuilding was going to be a long process, far more than what they would be able to achieve with a single patrol, but they'd give it their best.

Fawnpaw seized a moment to flutter his eyelids close and focus on breathing in--ignoring the ashy air--then slowly exhaling out again, allowing himself composure and mental readiness to tackle this. "Okay, so..." he started, examining the rubble of what used to be dens, then the structure of the clearing itself. Pawing a haphazard stack of charred twigs, he watched them roll and mumbled, "Yeah, we're definitely going to need a lot of materials." Because neither Flintspirit nor Frostflight had been a beacon of guidance, Fawnpaw felt compelled to step up and begin organizing relief efforts. "Hey, uh.." Squinting, he scanned the patrol group. "I'll go with Eagleflight to collect bindings. Maybe you guys could grab any branches or bracken or something to actually build with?"

Assuming that was agreeable, Fawnpaw nodded diligently (despite it being his own directions) as if to confirm and then peered to Eagleflight to see if he would follow his lead out of camp. Not that there was much camp left.


RedHead ; Dust ; CasperCreates ; PokeCat ; Rosemew

[pidgeon]

RedHead ; Dust ; Dipper ; PokeCat ; Rosemew


"Yes, of course," Eagleflight seemed to snap back to attention at Fawnpaw's suggestion. He wondered what they would be able to find for bindings, and if any vines or long stems had survived the fire. They'd better start looking, or they'd be out until moonhigh. He nodded to Fawnpaw and glanced briefly towards Flintspirit and Frostflight for approval, before trotting out of the disheveled camp.

As he walked, he made a habit of scuffing at the soot with his claws, trying to find any smothered signs of life hidden underneath the ashen layer. Even with his mind now occupied, he couldn't help but think. Did Fawnpaw suggest I go with him because I asked to talk with him? He fretted, wondering if he should bring his concerns up now or if he should wait until they returned to RiverClan. If that was his intention, then he'll bring it up. I won't make him discuss this if he doesn't want to, he concluded with a shake of his head.

At last, he clawed up a pawful of grey earth to find a few trampled, long shoots of grass. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. He bent to nip the stalks off at their roots, cringing at the acidic taste of the ash. He shook them off, removing most of the soot, and then placed them in a small pile at the base of a ruined tree. Their green tint would make them stand out against the rest of the barren, monotone wasteland that seemed to be ThunderClan territory.

[Fawn]

RedHead ; Dust ; Dipper ; PokeCat ; Rosemew


"Yes, of course," Eagleflight seemed to snap back to attention at Fawnpaw's suggestion. He wondered what they would be able to find for bindings, and if any vines or long stems had survived the fire. They'd better start looking, or they'd be out until moonhigh. He nodded to Fawnpaw and glanced briefly towards Flintspirit and Frostflight for approval, before trotting out of the disheveled camp.

As he walked, he made a habit of scuffing at the soot with his claws, trying to find any smothered signs of life hidden underneath the ashen layer. Even with his mind now occupied, he couldn't help but think. Did Fawnpaw suggest I go with him because I asked to talk with him? He fretted, wondering if he should bring his concerns up now or if he should wait until they returned to RiverClan. If that was his intention, then he'll bring it up. I won't make him discuss this if he doesn't want to, he concluded with a shake of his head.

At last, he clawed up a pawful of grey earth to find a few trampled, long shoots of grass. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. He bent to nip the stalks off at their roots, cringing at the acidic taste of the ash. He shook them off, removing most of the soot, and then placed them in a small pile at the base of a ruined tree. Their green tint would make them stand out against the rest of the barren, monotone wasteland that seemed to be ThunderClan territory.
The last of the adrenaline trickled from him as they padded away from the rest of the group still likely tripping over themselves in determining who would do what, but he didn't blame the disorganization on anyone except the circumstances. Finding one's footing after their home had been destroyed would naturally be tough. Once they were out of earshot, Fawnpaw's idle work of looking for surviving bindings that might serve as weaving material was a duller endeavor than he thought it'd be considering there was pretty much nothing to be found so far, but he reminded himself it was for a good cause. "It's kind of tempting to just grab some reeds from our territory," he mumbled, half-joking in a dry tone that didn't convey it as humorous but instead more thoughtful. "But they'd probably think we're trying to push our culture on them or whatever. Did you see how Flintspirit reacted when he saw us approaching?"

For a cat that just had his territory burned to a crisp, it was a little more hostile than what he'd expect, but he shrugged it away. Maybe Flintspirit was the cautious type, yet he certainly hadn't seemed so when he was at the gathering immediately taking ShadowClan's traitorous side moons ago. A part of him almost threw in a snarky 'Flakyspirit', but he held his tongue; that wouldn't be productive right now, and he couldn't imagine Flintspirit was open to criticism after hearing him speak at a few gatherings. In arguments with Lionstorm, mostly. Big egos think alike and all.

"Also, maybe this is just... a dumb thing to ask," he began, pupils shifting from side to side, "but have you seen Passionstar lately? He wasn't at the gathering, and I didn't really see him with the others either." However, he wasn't terribly shocked -- ThunderClan's transparency had been abysmal even before they were wrecked by the elements.

[pidgeon]

The last of the adrenaline trickled from him as they padded away from the rest of the group still likely tripping over themselves in determining who would do what, but he didn't blame the disorganization on anyone except the circumstances. Finding one's footing after their home had been destroyed would naturally be tough. Once they were out of earshot, Fawnpaw's idle work of looking for surviving bindings that might serve as weaving material was a duller endeavor than he thought it'd be considering there was pretty much nothing to be found so far, but he reminded himself it was for a good cause. "It's kind of tempting to just grab some reeds from our territory," he mumbled, half-joking in a dry tone that didn't convey it as humorous but instead more thoughtful. "But they'd probably think we're trying to push our culture on them or whatever. Did you see how Flintspirit reacted when he saw us approaching?"

For a cat that just had his territory burned to a crisp, it was a little more hostile than what he'd expect, but he shrugged it away. Maybe Flintspirit was the cautious type, yet he certainly hadn't seemed so when he was at the gathering immediately taking ShadowClan's traitorous side moons ago. A part of him almost threw in a snarky 'Flakyspirit', but he held his tongue; that wouldn't be productive right now, and he couldn't imagine Flintspirit was open to criticism after hearing him speak at a few gatherings. In arguments with Lionstorm, mostly. Big egos think alike and all.

"Also, maybe this is just... a dumb thing to ask," he began, pupils shifting from side to side, "but have you seen Passionstar lately? He wasn't at the gathering, and I didn't really see him with the others either." However, he wasn't terribly shocked -- ThunderClan's transparency had been abysmal even before they were wrecked by the elements.

Eagleflight listened half-heartedly, still scuffing at the wreckage on the ground in hopes of finding anything green and strong. His ears pricked up when the apprentice mentioned gathering reeds, but he shook his head when he'd finished that sentence.
"Honestly I'm surprised Flintspirit didn't just send us home right then," he commented. "I mean, wouldn't you feel strange if RiverClan was forced to accept outside help? I can't imagine it's easy to admit defeat like this." He nipped the remains of a charred vine off from the bark of a tree and added it to his pile.

He hummed thoughtfully at Fawnpaw's next question.
"You know, now that you mention it, I haven't seen Passionstar at all," he stated, eyes widening slightly with concern. "You don't think that he could have...?" His mind immediately assumed the worst. He had no idea how many lives the ThunderClan leader had left, and he supposed it would be possible for him to have lost a life during this whole mess. It wouldn't be outlandish for his last life to have been taken from him, seeing how absolutely devastating the fire had been to the clan.

And that would mean Flintspirit would have become Flintstar. Surely the tom would have corrected the patrol when they continued calling him by his warrior name, if that was the case? Regardless, Eagleflight did think that the warrior would make a good leader. He had courage and determination, even if RiverClan had plenty of reason to disagree with him.

[Fawn]

Eagleflight listened half-heartedly, still scuffing at the wreckage on the ground in hopes of finding anything green and strong. His ears pricked up when the apprentice mentioned gathering reeds, but he shook his head when he'd finished that sentence.
"Honestly I'm surprised Flintspirit didn't just send us home right then," he commented. "I mean, wouldn't you feel strange if RiverClan was forced to accept outside help? I can't imagine it's easy to admit defeat like this." He nipped the remains of a charred vine off from the bark of a tree and added it to his pile.

He hummed thoughtfully at Fawnpaw's next question.
"You know, now that you mention it, I haven't seen Passionstar at all," he stated, eyes widening slightly with concern. "You don't think that he could have...?" His mind immediately assumed the worst. He had no idea how many lives the ThunderClan leader had left, and he supposed it would be possible for him to have lost a life during this whole mess. It wouldn't be outlandish for his last life to have been taken from him, seeing how absolutely devastating the fire had been to the clan.

And that would mean Flintspirit would have become Flintstar. Surely the tom would have corrected the patrol when they continued calling him by his warrior name, if that was the case? Regardless, Eagleflight did think that the warrior would make a good leader. He had courage and determination, even if RiverClan had plenty of reason to disagree with him.
"He could've," he agreed idly, then shrugged. "I guess he wouldn't have played into Lionstorm's paw if he had sent us back, but maybe they really need the help." Or more realistically, Flintspirit was too naive to realize this was a political exchange and not a gesture of goodwill on behalf of the lovely RiverClan, known for their kindhearted nature. Glancing over his shoulder at the camp vanishing behind them, Fawnpaw grimaced and noted, "ThunderClan doesn't seem like they're doing much in terms of rebuilding efforts, so..."

The knots in his stomach twisting sharply, a part of him hoping he would've dissented and said Passionstar had been around, he'd simply missed him. Guilt ignited in his soul as he nervously chewed the inside of his cheek. Because Flintspirit hadn't spoken at all at the previous gathering, he didn't think they could rule out the possibility of Passionstar's disappearance being an unfortunately-timed demise. "I don't know, and honestly.. it's probably not the sort of thing we should be asking about." It was more of an internal reminder to Fawnpaw, in spite of his skepticism regarding Flintspirit's potential leadership ability.

Brushing the thoughts and budding curiosity away, Fawnpaw squinted at the landscape as he attempted to stay focused in collecting more materials for rebuilding dens. But there wasn't much left, anywhere. Eagleflight seemed to be having better luck than he was sifting through what was left of the undergrowth. "I wish we could do more for them," he mumbled while they walked, every now and then pausing to pick up anything that might be suitable. "What do you think-- should we go back?"

[pidgeon]

"He could've," he agreed idly, then shrugged. "I guess he wouldn't have played into Lionstorm's paw if he had sent us back, but maybe they really need the help." Or more realistically, Flintspirit was too naive to realize this was a political exchange and not a gesture of goodwill on behalf of the lovely RiverClan, known for their kindhearted nature. Glancing over his shoulder at the camp vanishing behind them, Fawnpaw grimaced and noted, "ThunderClan doesn't seem like they're doing much in terms of rebuilding efforts, so..."

The knots in his stomach twisting sharply, a part of him hoping he would've dissented and said Passionstar had been around, he'd simply missed him. Guilt ignited in his soul as he nervously chewed the inside of his cheek. Because Flintspirit hadn't spoken at all at the previous gathering, he didn't think they could rule out the possibility of Passionstar's disappearance being an unfortunately-timed demise. "I don't know, and honestly.. it's probably not the sort of thing we should be asking about." It was more of an internal reminder to Fawnpaw, in spite of his skepticism regarding Flintspirit's potential leadership ability.

Brushing the thoughts and budding curiosity away, Fawnpaw squinted at the landscape as he attempted to stay focused in collecting more materials for rebuilding dens. But there wasn't much left, anywhere. Eagleflight seemed to be having better luck than he was sifting through what was left of the undergrowth. "I wish we could do more for them," he mumbled while they walked, every now and then pausing to pick up anything that might be suitable. "What do you think-- should we go back?"

"We might as well," Eagleflight nodded, adding a disheartened sigh. His meager pile of greenery wasn't much to show for, but his lungs were beginning to protest against the ashen air around them, and there really wasn't much hope for finding much else. This would have to do. His heart went out for the cats of ThunderClan. If he was already feeling heavy-chested and sick from the soot after this short while, he could only imagine how hard the foul air was hitting the cats who actually lived here. He soon found himself excited at the thought of being back at home, breathing in the cool, crisp river breeze. He longed to wash all of this soot from his fur by taking a nice swim in the water.

After surveying the area one last time, he gathered up his tiny bundle of bindings and set off back towards the clearing, flicking his tail for Fawnpaw to follow him. He nodded a greeting to the ThunderClan deputy when he spotted him, and trotted over to drop his findings at his paws.

"It isn't much, but we gathered whatever we could," He meowed, his voice edged with sympathy. "What else can we do to help?" He looked to the older cat for instruction. He didn't want to offend the other clan by simply taking over the restoration, so he opted to wait and hear what Flintspirit wanted them to do. If nothing else, he thought it would help the troubled cat feel more in-charge and in control of the situation.

RedHead

[Fawn]

After they were on the path to returning their findings, Fawnpaw trotted a step or two behind Eagleflight but found his mind wandering again, unable to focus. It was less of a mental effect than a physical one, the burning of his lungs and cloudiness of his head bringing nausea to the forefront of everything. Although he attempted to ignore the lightheadedness, it was stinging his eyes and his throat until he was forced to cough into the ashy air. A thorough bout of hacking brought Fawnpaw to a stop as he choked in raspy breaths that was emptied of fresh air. Little soot particles only made it worse, and he was certain he was going to start seeing red specks on the ground at any moment--

Pushing through the dizzy spell, he finally caught up to Eagleflight where he stood with the others. He wanted to assist further, yet didn't think he'd be of any use to them if he was pausing to take cough-breaks and tripping over his own paws while the world's colors blended together on the brink of consciousness. "I should probably..." his meow was hoarse, cut off by an attempt to clear his throat. "Should probably go back." The croak was self-explanatory; with the air quality being what it was, Fawnpaw didn't think waiting around for his health to decline more would be smart. Murmuring his apologies to the other members, Fawnpaw didn't linger to give them an opportunity to send him back with an escort; he was being enough of a burden as it was and figured returning solo was the least he could do since he was troubling them.

((stopping Fawnpaw's involvement here just because this has been ongoing for a while- y'all can continue to do this plot, of course <3))

RedHead ; Dust ; PokeCat ; CasperCreates ; Rosemew

[RedHead]

CasperCreates Dust (if you want to have Eagleflight and/or Frostflight linger a little and talk with flint you’re free to, I think some discussion might be needed but if not you’re free to have the patrol go back)
Dipper PokeCat Rosemew

Flintstar hadn’t said much while the Riverclan patrol was here, only having given Eagleflight and Fawnpaw a nod when they had offered to go look for materials. He knew there might not be much to find. Thunderclan’s territory was destroyed. He also didn’t bother correcting their calling of his previous name, knowing that was the least of his current worries.
While Eagleflight and Fawnpaw were gone, he allowed himself to do a thorough look at the camp. He glanced into the burnt dens, his ears twitching with every movement as he realized how bad the damage really was. This was going to take a while.

Ears flicked after a bit as he heard Eagleflight and Fawnpaw returning. Turning to greet them, his green eyes surveyed the small amount of shoots and plants they had found.
With a sigh, Flintstar gave Eagleflight a weak smile. “There’s not much else you can do. I myself haven’t been able to do much.” He swallowed, his eyes flicking to Fawnpaw as he heard the young tom hacking up a cough. “My clan is.... not in the best place. We’re still injured and so rebuilding has been slow.” He himself had gone numb to the burning sensation in his throat from the smoky air. He just didn’t feel it at this point. Flintstar paused for a moment, opening his mouth. He debated on what his next words would be, but as he hadn’t given much details about Thunderclan’s state at the previous gathering, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to make at least Riverclan aware of his new position. He refocused his eyes on Eagleflight, glancing once at Frostflight. “We had the unfortunate passing of Passionstar after the fire, so Thunderclan has been left with me as their leader. I’ve revived my nine lives, but Thunderclan is still in a state of disarray.” And he hadn’t had the chance to choose a deputy. But that was the least of his worries right now. “You should probably go back though, the air here is not good for breathing. Thank you for your efforts.” He dipped his head to the patrol, before straightening up. “You can tell your leader and deputy that Thunderclan will survive. And Flintstar sends his.... appreciation for your concern.” The tomcat knew that the patrol to his clan territory was originally useless in help, there was nothing more that they could do that his own clan couldn’t do. Besides the fact that they weren’t injured. But Flintstar wanted to make sure the message got across to Riverclan that he was ready to lead his clan. And he would do all he could to protect it if goldfish decided he wanted to do something stupid.

[pidgeon]

CasperCreates Dust (if you want to have Eagleflight and/or Frostflight linger a little and talk with flint you’re free to, I think some discussion might be needed but if not you’re free to have the patrol go back)
Dipper PokeCat Rosemew

Flintstar hadn’t said much while the Riverclan patrol was here, only having given Eagleflight and Fawnpaw a nod when they had offered to go look for materials. He knew there might not be much to find. Thunderclan’s territory was destroyed. He also didn’t bother correcting their calling of his previous name, knowing that was the least of his current worries.
While Eagleflight and Fawnpaw were gone, he allowed himself to do a thorough look at the camp. He glanced into the burnt dens, his ears twitching with every movement as he realized how bad the damage really was. This was going to take a while.

Ears flicked after a bit as he heard Eagleflight and Fawnpaw returning. Turning to greet them, his green eyes surveyed the small amount of shoots and plants they had found.
With a sigh, Flintstar gave Eagleflight a weak smile. “There’s not much else you can do. I myself haven’t been able to do much.” He swallowed, his eyes flicking to Fawnpaw as he heard the young tom hacking up a cough. “My clan is.... not in the best place. We’re still injured and so rebuilding has been slow.” He himself had gone numb to the burning sensation in his throat from the smoky air. He just didn’t feel it at this point. Flintstar paused for a moment, opening his mouth. He debated on what his next words would be, but as he hadn’t given much details about Thunderclan’s state at the previous gathering, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to make at least Riverclan aware of his new position. He refocused his eyes on Eagleflight, glancing once at Frostflight. “We had the unfortunate passing of Passionstar after the fire, so Thunderclan has been left with me as their leader. I’ve revived my nine lives, but Thunderclan is still in a state of disarray.” And he hadn’t had the chance to choose a deputy. But that was the least of his worries right now. “You should probably go back though, the air here is not good for breathing. Thank you for your efforts.” He dipped his head to the patrol, before straightening up. “You can tell your leader and deputy that Thunderclan will survive. And Flintstar sends his.... appreciation for your concern.” The tomcat knew that the patrol to his clan territory was originally useless in help, there was nothing more that they could do that his own clan couldn’t do. Besides the fact that they weren’t injured. But Flintstar wanted to make sure the message got across to Riverclan that he was ready to lead his clan. And he would do all he could to protect it if goldfish decided he wanted to do something stupid.


"You have my sympathy, Flintstar." Eagleflight dipped his head in a solemn show of respect, acknowledging the passing of the previous ThunderClan leader. "I'll be sure that Fallenstar and Lionstorm receive your regards." He was aware that there wasn't much more for the RiverClan patrol to do, without them having to overstay their welcome. He didn't want to undermine the new leader's authority over his clan, or make it seem like he didn't believe in ThunderClan's own ability to restore their land.

He turned to his patrol leader, Frostflight, for further instruction. He thought it would be in their best interest to go home, especially after Flintstar's subtle hints that they should leave. He gave a concerned glance at Fawnpaw as the young cat hobbled away, mid-coughing-fit. He'd have to check in on him later to make sure he was alright. The young cat's health had brought his attention to Littlepaw as well, thinking that the even younger molly might also be having troubles adjusting to the heavy, soot-filled air. If they weren't needed here, then there would be no point in risking the health of their own clan mates.

Dust PokeCat

[furrensic]

@Dust Dipper PokeCat CasperCreates
[ Super sorry for such a short reply , super busy atm so it's kinda rushed! ]
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Oakflame glanced around the camp with worry in his eyes , charred air making him scrunch up his muzzle with distaste. Surely there were materials nearby to help rebuild faster , there had to be!
The tabby tom would turn , looking for someone to talk to , wondering what they're ideas were. His eyes landed on Littlepaw.

"Terrible , isn't it?" He inquired lowly , glancing over to Flintstar. Thunderclan hadn't only lost their camp and prey , but leader too! He felt a pang of sympathy jab at his heart , a deep frown making its way on his maw.

[PokeCat]

a lot had happened in the few hours that littlepaw had been out of camp, from the trek to thunderclan, to the discovery of the charred territory and camp. she seemed to of completely zoned out- doing what she was told, being quite unresponsive, and not talking back to orders. she let her mind wander as she did her duties. stories swam around her head, and soon her memory became mixed with actual events and made up ones. as soon as she realized it, she forced herself to come back to reality and remember only things that had actually happened.
it wasn’t until that moment that she realized how difficult breathing had become. the cat didn’t have much experience with thunderclan air, so she chalked it up to not being used to the territory. she let out little coughs here and there, but went back to doing her work.
she realized that the rest of her patrol was gathered around the thunderclan deputy talking. she slunk over, not wanting to interrupt if what they were talking about was important. her eyes grew wide as she heard the news of the thunderclan leaders death. she couldn’t imagine how thunderclan must be feeling.
after the deputy had finished talking, the group stood around for a second. littlepaw realized that fawnpaw had left. she wondered where the other apprentice had gone. her train of thought was cut off quickly, when oakflame asked a question.
“y-yeah.” she muttered. letting out a low cough, she couldn’t help but wonder how long they would have to stick around for. the glee the apprentice had when they left the camp had been replaced with a longing to be back in her den.
Dust Dipper PokeCat CasperCreates

[RedHead]

Today was a better day. Still not great at all, but better. The air was nice and cool, but not cold enough that made him shiver. He was currently sitting near the warrior’s den, claws unsheathed as he carefully clawed away burnt parts of the den that were unsalvageable. Very few cats had been helping in the camp, still in shock from the recent events. Most had given up entirely. But Jaggedhawk didn’t want to. He’d lost his mother and his former mentor to the fire, he was starting to feel like he had no one left. Nightflame had died a moon before the fire, and he hadn’t seen Icefur anywhere. Sometimes, he believed maybe he was just meant to be alone. Much like how his brother was.
Ears flattening against his head, the tom cast a scathing green gaze across the clearing, his eyes landing in Flintstar working near the nursery. He couldn’t believe that that mouse-brain would be taking over the clan. Jaggedhawk May never bitter because Passionstar was dead, but he’d never been fond of Flintspirit. And he didn’t plan to become fond of him. With a grumble, he returned his eyes to the burnt den and continued to work.

(Open)

[Leucos]

|+Tired Rose Child+|

( She be having cat perfume ! >:3)

Lilacpaw sat straight up, her fur smooth and clean . She made sure to be as presentable as possible and to go further beyond , she even found some light purple flowers that had a nice smell to them and rolled into them so she could smell nice too. Now the smell was still strongly in her nose but she hoped that others could smell it, atleast she's not smelling like foxdung right? She knew this was just her mentor ...but she wanted to make a great first impression darn it! With a wide and confident smile she raised her head .I'll knock them off their paws for sure!

[lone]

Today was a better day. Still not great at all, but better. The air was nice and cool, but not cold enough that made him shiver. He was currently sitting near the warrior’s den, claws unsheathed as he carefully clawed away burnt parts of the den that were unsalvageable. Very few cats had been helping in the camp, still in shock from the recent events. Most had given up entirely. But Jaggedhawk didn’t want to. He’d lost his mother and his former mentor to the fire, he was starting to feel like he had no one left. Nightflame had died a moon before the fire, and he hadn’t seen Icefur anywhere. Sometimes, he believed maybe he was just meant to be alone. Much like how his brother was.
Ears flattening against his head, the tom cast a scathing green gaze across the clearing, his eyes landing in Flintstar working near the nursery. He couldn’t believe that that mouse-brain would be taking over the clan. Jaggedhawk May never bitter because Passionstar was dead, but he’d never been fond of Flintspirit. And he didn’t plan to become fond of him. With a grumble, he returned his eyes to the burnt den and continued to work.

(Open)

Unlike most of the able-bodied warriors, Acornstep had returned to the clearing to help ThunderClan rebuild after the fire. What she didn't understand was why so few cats were doing the same thing, especially since they seemed so loyal, and were still able to work.. it was revolting, honestly. The fire had been a traumatic event, undoubtedly, but they had to find a way to fix this. Living out here, surviving could be near-impossible. Any moment of weakness could result in a rival coming in and taking them out, which was why they had to rebuild as much as they could, whenever they could. Entering the destroyed clearing, Acornstep's ears flattened against her head as she took in the damage. It hurt to see her Clan like this, and part of her wanted to run back out until things were better. That won't solve anything. She picked a spot close to a warrior she recognized; Jaggedhawk, she remembered. They'd met before (at least, she thought they had) and if nothing else, it would be nice to be with someone she recognized. Acornstep didn't have to time to meet every warrior in the Clan, so on the occasions she did remember one, it was a welcome surprise. She waited for him to start up a conversation; he looked less than pleased, and honestly, she couldn't blame him. This wasn't a situation anyone could be happy about; or at least, anyone in ThunderClan.

[Fuzzy]

Today was a better day. Still not great at all, but better. The air was nice and cool, but not cold enough that made him shiver. He was currently sitting near the warrior’s den, claws unsheathed as he carefully clawed away burnt parts of the den that were unsalvageable. Very few cats had been helping in the camp, still in shock from the recent events. Most had given up entirely. But Jaggedhawk didn’t want to. He’d lost his mother and his former mentor to the fire, he was starting to feel like he had no one left. Nightflame had died a moon before the fire, and he hadn’t seen Icefur anywhere. Sometimes, he believed maybe he was just meant to be alone. Much like how his brother was.
Ears flattening against his head, the tom cast a scathing green gaze across the clearing, his eyes landing in Flintstar working near the nursery. He couldn’t believe that that mouse-brain would be taking over the clan. Jaggedhawk May never bitter because Passionstar was dead, but he’d never been fond of Flintspirit. And he didn’t plan to become fond of him. With a grumble, he returned his eyes to the burnt den and continued to work.

(Open)

(these two need to talk!)

The chilly air made Icedust fluff her pelt. It was an odd feeling after dealing with the fire. Ironically so the molly wasn't the best at dealing with the cold, always hating leaf bare, despite her icy name. Though this year it seemed the pretty colors that came with leaf fall might not be present. The fire calming more them imaginable.
Letting out a sigh the snow white molly entered camp her ears twitching back at the sight and smell. She wished that this had never happened, the ashes smearing on her pelt as she walked on. Of course she had her own damage, having a few burns that still felt like fire under her fur a a patch on her hind let that had blacked the fur. It all hurt but being around her Clanmates and not having a camp was worse.
Spotting a familiar tabby pattern across the clearing Icedust's mismatch eyes lit up. Yes the tom was a flirty jerk but she liked him and she hasn't had a chance to just talk to him in moons it felt like. Approach him, nearly brushing her tail against his back she smiled a bit. "Jaggedhawk!" She greeted peering over to see his face. "How are you?" The warrior inquired her emerald and sapphire gaze searching his.

[|+sari+|]

|+Tired Rose Child+|

( She be having cat perfume ! >:3)

Lilacpaw sat straight up, her fur smooth and clean . She made sure to be as presentable as possible and to go further beyond , she even found some light purple flowers that had a nice smell to them and rolled into them so she could smell nice too. Now the smell was still strongly in her nose but she hoped that others could smell it, atleast she's not smelling like foxdung right? She knew this was just her mentor ...but she wanted to make a great first impression darn it! With a wide and confident smile she raised her head .I'll knock them off their paws for sure!

Jaguartooth padded into camp, a squirrel and thrush clamped firmly in his jaws. Having returned from his hunting trip, he went over to the Fresh-kill pile, dropping his catch on top. He knew he needed to find his new apprentice; today was when her training began. The orange maine coon glanced around for his pupil, spotting her at the other side of the clearing. He sighed and shook his head to himself; he wasn't sure he was up to this. Forcing a smile onto his maw, he padded towards her. If he wanted to succeed, he needed to keep his struggles and personal issues bottled up. He was good at that. "Hello, Lilacpaw!," he called out, whisking his thick, fluffy tail in greetings. When he reached her, he nodded in approval of her appearance; at least she had taken the time to make herself look decent. He cleared his throat, getting down to business. "Today, I will be giving you a tour of the territory and borders." he lightly rested his tail on her shoulder. "I'm sorry to say that, like the camp, is a huge mess right now, due to the fire. I apologise for that." he glanced towards the Fresh-kill pile. "If you haven't eaten for a while, I suggest you do so now. If you don't, you'll be hungry later."

[Leucos]

Jaguartooth padded into camp, a squirrel and thrush clamped firmly in his jaws. Having returned from his hunting trip, he went over to the Fresh-kill pile, dropping his catch on top. He knew he needed to find his new apprentice; today was when her training began. The orange maine coon glanced around for his pupil, spotting her at the other side of the clearing. He sighed and shook his head to himself; he wasn't sure he was up to this. Forcing a smile onto his maw, he padded towards her. If he wanted to succeed, he needed to keep his struggles and personal issues bottled up. He was good at that. "Hello, Lilacpaw!," he called out, whisking his thick, fluffy tail in greetings. When he reached her, he nodded in approval of her appearance; at least she had taken the time to make herself look decent. He cleared his throat, getting down to business. "Today, I will be giving you a tour of the territory and borders." he lightly rested his tail on her shoulder. "I'm sorry to say that, like the camp, is a huge mess right now, due to the fire. I apologise for that." he glanced towards the Fresh-kill pile. "If you haven't eaten for a while, I suggest you do so now. If you don't, you'll be hungry later."
her head tilted once she saw him only to smile, pleased . he looks decent . "you must be jaguartooth? It's great to meet you " she replied back with a excited tail flick. However she blinked and flattened her ears with a small huff " why would I need a tour around my territory ?? I've already been there a few time. Even once with linnetpaw. " she meowed with a twitch of her tail. She has, but not the entirety of it. But she thought to keep that part hidden. That's when she frowned would cats just stop talking about the fire!?!.... P-please.....I don't ....need to be reminded ... she hasn't told linnet this yet ..or anyone else. And likes to dodge this topic whenever she had the chance, but both her parents died while the fire started . They died saving her. She felt the tears ready to spill only to snort "I don't need to be reminded - I know! " she somewhat snapped only to shake her head. Forcing a happier attitude back . " apologies , and no I haven't ...thank you ." she meowed and trotted off toward the pile,though her trot appeared normal, it was off. just ...don't think about it. Starclan wouldn't let this happen without a reason....

[Haunted]

"Good gosh, it's a mess 'ere." Twistedstalk mumbled softly as she trotted in the makeshift camp, her pink nose crinkled up at the smell of rotting flesh and charred leaves that hit it immediately when she had wandered in. "And we need s'more prey soon.."Her bold, British accent sounded once more, as she started a mental checklist, peering out over the huddled felines as they talked among themselves- she knew a lot of them had sustained injuries from the horrific events following one blade of lightening and one unsuspecting tree. She quietly started forward once more, planting herself near a far corner, grey eyes narrowed in thought

[|+sari+|]

her head tilted once she saw him only to smile, pleased . he looks decent . "you must be jaguartooth? It's great to meet you " she replied back with a excited tail flick. However she blinked and flattened her ears with a small huff " why would I need a tour around my territory ?? I've already been there a few time. Even once with linnetpaw. " she meowed with a twitch of her tail. She has, but not the entirety of it. But she thought to keep that part hidden. That's when she frowned would cats just stop talking about the fire!?!.... P-please.....I don't ....need to be reminded ... she hasn't told linnet this yet ..or anyone else. And likes to dodge this topic whenever she had the chance, but both her parents died while the fire started . They died saving her. She felt the tears ready to spill only to snort "I don't need to be reminded - I know! " she somewhat snapped only to shake her head. Forcing a happier attitude back . " apologies , and no I haven't ...thank you ." she meowed and trotted off toward the pile,though her trot appeared normal, it was off. just ...don't think about it. Starclan wouldn't let this happen without a reason....

Jaguartooth gave Lilacpaw a smile as she greeted him, however her next words made him frown slightly in confusion. She had been around the territory with Linnetpaw? Didn't she realize she shouldn't go out of camp without a warrior escort and permission? Sighing, he hid his disapproval; he didn't want to reprimand her for anything on her first day. He simply gave her a nod. "Nonetheless, I will still be showing you around... there are most likely some places you haven't been." his steady gaze left no room for argument. However, when she snapped at him, Jaguartooth visibly jerked back in surprise, his eyes wide. His ears flattened on his head miserably, and he didn't even hear her apology until it was too late and Lilacpaw had gone off to the pile. He shook his head, his emotions threatening to build up and explode out of him. I knew I wasn't cut out to be a mentor..., he thought miserably, digging his claws into the burned grass beneath him. I wish Lightpaw was still alive... then I wouldn't be in this pathetic, broken state I've been in since she had disappeared. he felt tears build up behind his eyes as he dwelled on thoughts of the cat he had loved. He quickly blinked away the waterworks, keeping his amber gaze fixated on the ground as he waited for Lilacpaw to rejoin him. He felt as if his resolve would crumble at any moment. I'm so pathetic... I already upset my apprentice... how will I ever succeed in training her?! how the leader saw any potential in him to make him a mentor, he would never figure out. I can't do it... he thought sadly.

[Leucos]

Jaguartooth gave Lilacpaw a smile as she greeted him, however her next words made him frown slightly in confusion. She had been around the territory with Linnetpaw? Didn't she realize she shouldn't go out of camp without a warrior escort and permission? Sighing, he hid his disapproval; he didn't want to reprimand her for anything on her first day. He simply gave her a nod. "Nonetheless, I will still be showing you around... there are most likely some places you haven't been." his steady gaze left no room for argument. However, when she snapped at him, Jaguartooth visibly jerked back in surprise, his eyes wide. His ears flattened on his head miserably, and he didn't even hear her apology until it was too late and Lilacpaw had gone off to the pile. He shook his head, his emotions threatening to build up and explode out of him. I knew I wasn't cut out to be a mentor..., he thought miserably, digging his claws into the burned grass beneath him. I wish Lightpaw was still alive... then I wouldn't be in this pathetic, broken state I've been in since she had disappeared. he felt tears build up behind his eyes as he dwelled on thoughts of the cat he had loved. He quickly blinked away the waterworks, keeping his amber gaze fixated on the ground as he waited for Lilacpaw to rejoin him. He felt as if his resolve would crumble at any moment. I'm so pathetic... I already upset my apprentice... how will I ever succeed in training her?! how the leader saw any potential in him to make him a mentor, he would never figure out. I can't do it... he thought sadly.
after a few long minutes the she cat returned with a better attitude. Her tail bobbing side to side as it was raised proudly, eyes shinning, ready to go. "ready to go! " she somewhat purred. With a yawn and a stretch she gave herself a shake and headed toward the territory " so am I your first apprentice ???...... If so. Then your in a for treat. I'll be the best you've ever had. " she smiled .

[RedHead]

Unlike most of the able-bodied warriors, Acornstep had returned to the clearing to help ThunderClan rebuild after the fire. What she didn't understand was why so few cats were doing the same thing, especially since they seemed so loyal, and were still able to work.. it was revolting, honestly. The fire had been a traumatic event, undoubtedly, but they had to find a way to fix this. Living out here, surviving could be near-impossible. Any moment of weakness could result in a rival coming in and taking them out, which was why they had to rebuild as much as they could, whenever they could. Entering the destroyed clearing, Acornstep's ears flattened against her head as she took in the damage. It hurt to see her Clan like this, and part of her wanted to run back out until things were better. That won't solve anything. She picked a spot close to a warrior she recognized; Jaggedhawk, she remembered. They'd met before (at least, she thought they had) and if nothing else, it would be nice to be with someone she recognized. Acornstep didn't have to time to meet every warrior in the Clan, so on the occasions she did remember one, it was a welcome surprise. She waited for him to start up a conversation; he looked less than pleased, and honestly, she couldn't blame him. This wasn't a situation anyone could be happy about; or at least, anyone in ThunderClan.


His ears flicked as he heard someone sit down beside him, and the tomcat turned to look at who it was. Acornstep. The name came to him quickly, although he didn't know the feline too well. He would say they were acquainted, and she wasn't terribly rude, so his view of her was positive. Even within his grumpy mood, the sociable tomcat found it in himself to start up a conversation so easily presented to him. "Looks like you're a good girl, coming to help out as well." He purred, sending a small smirk in her direction. "Honestly, I don't see why so many of our warriors, especially the older ones, are reluctant to help out." He meowed, casting a glance around the empty clearing. He remembered the days when it was bustling and full of activity. It should be that same way, but so many cats seemed too scared to come out and help. Tearing another large burnt clump from the den's side, Jaggedhawk let out a bitter laugh. "Look at that, this side is so burnt, there's nothing left of it." His work had left a large hole in the den, and he scoffed, shaking his head as his tail-tip flicked irritably. He turned his lime green gaze back to Acornstep, letting out a sigh. "I just wonder why we're going through all this. And why Starclan left us with that kit for a leader." His narrowed his gaze past Acornstep at the leader, no fondness in his eyes whatsoever.



(these two need to talk!)

The chilly air made Icedust fluff her pelt. It was an odd feeling after dealing with the fire. Ironically so the molly wasn't the best at dealing with the cold, always hating leaf bare, despite her icy name. Though this year it seemed the pretty colors that came with leaf fall might not be present. The fire calming more them imaginable.
Letting out a sigh the snow white molly entered camp her ears twitching back at the sight and smell. She wished that this had never happened, the ashes smearing on her pelt as she walked on. Of course she had her own damage, having a few burns that still felt like fire under her fur a a patch on her hind let that had blacked the fur. It all hurt but being around her Clanmates and not having a camp was worse.
Spotting a familiar tabby pattern across the clearing Icedust's mismatch eyes lit up. Yes the tom was a flirty jerk but she liked him and she hasn't had a chance to just talk to him in moons it felt like. Approach him, nearly brushing her tail against his back she smiled a bit. "Jaggedhawk!" She greeted peering over to see his face. "How are you?" The warrior inquired her emerald and sapphire gaze searching his.



Jaggedhawk turned his weary gaze towards the voice and the brush of fur on his back, having moved to work on the back of the warrior's den after his conversation with Acornstep. When he spotted the white molly giving him a small smile, his face instantly lit up. "Icedust! I was just thinking about you, you know?" A flirty statement, but his eyes shone with genuine excitement upon seeing the molly. Jaggedhawk needed some familiar comfort in his life at that moment, and Icedust was the closest cat he had left. "Are you healing up okay? I assume so, since you're here to help rebuild." He scooted over slightly to make room for her, his tail curling gently around his paws. "You are here to help right? We could use it." He glanced around the sparse clearing before looking back at Icedust and smiling. It was a real, bright smile, one he rarely ever showed. But just the presence of whom he considered a friend in this harsh time was enough to bring it out of him.

[|+sari+|]

after a few long minutes the she cat returned with a better attitude. Her tail bobbing side to side as it was raised proudly, eyes shinning, ready to go. "ready to go! " she somewhat purred. With a yawn and a stretch she gave herself a shake and headed toward the territory " so am I your first apprentice ???...... If so. Then your in a for treat. I'll be the best you've ever had. " she smiled .

Jaguartooth glanced up, slightly startled, as Lilacpaw rejoined him; he mentally shook himself, scolding himself for letting his emotions get in the way. Yet, it didn't help. He still felt like he would break down. He took his time as he got up and followed his pupil; his pawsteps were slow but steady. He took a deep breath. I... I must do this right... I can't break down in front of anyone... I have done enough of that in the past. There are enough cats that have thought I was weak... I can't add Lilacpaw to that list. taking another breath, he caught up to his apprentice, and put himself in the lead, keeping his chin up though his eyes glistened with unshed tears. As he slipped out of the recently rebuilt camp entrance, he blinked the tears away again, gritting his teeth. He reappeared on the other side to wait for his apprentice, tail twitching.

((Want me to mention you in the territory once you respond to this? ^^ ))

[lone]

His ears flicked as he heard someone sit down beside him, and the tomcat turned to look at who it was. Acornstep. The name came to him quickly, although he didn't know the feline too well. He would say they were acquainted, and she wasn't terribly rude, so his view of her was positive. Even within his grumpy mood, the sociable tomcat found it in himself to start up a conversation so easily presented to him. "Looks like you're a good girl, coming to help out as well." He purred, sending a small smirk in her direction. "Honestly, I don't see why so many of our warriors, especially the older ones, are reluctant to help out." He meowed, casting a glance around the empty clearing. He remembered the days when it was bustling and full of activity. It should be that same way, but so many cats seemed too scared to come out and help. Tearing another large burnt clump from the den's side, Jaggedhawk let out a bitter laugh. "Look at that, this side is so burnt, there's nothing left of it." His work had left a large hole in the den, and he scoffed, shaking his head as his tail-tip flicked irritably. He turned his lime green gaze back to Acornstep, letting out a sigh. "I just wonder why we're going through all this. And why Starclan left us with that kit for a leader." His narrowed his gaze past Acornstep at the leader, no fondness in his eyes whatsoever.

Good girl? Acornstep was a loyal warrior, of course, but Jaggedhawk's tone bugged her. Still, now was not the time nor place to start up an argument, and so she swallowed her pride and responded as calmly as she could manage. "First of all, I'll do you a favor and pretend you didn't just call me a good girl. Second, the Clan needs healthy warriors to help, so I'm here to help rebuild our camp. I'm not a lazy fox-heart like some of our warriors." Following suit, Acornstep leaned forward to pick another bit of the den wall off. It left a sooty taste in her mouth, one that she had to fight not to gag against, and she wrinkled her nose at the prospect of more of this.


It was going to take a lot of work, and time to rebuild ThunderClan. They were strong, they'd survive, but... to be honest, she didn't understand why this had happened either. StarClan wasn't exactly a guiding light in her life, but every time disaster struck, she lost a little more of her faith. She wanted to believe they were watching, and helping, but... if that were true... why would something like this happen?


"StarClan doesn't care about us," She scoffed at his comment about Flintstar, pulling another piece of the wall away. This time she barely noticed the sooty taste, too focused on her anger towards their situation. "We'll survive this, just like we survived everything else. I guess we'll have to hope he picks a good deputy." An older warrior, preferably, one who worked in the best interests of the Clan. Was it too much to hope that ThunderClan could have at least some good luck?

[wren]

(( just started it here but it’s in reference to your open post (: we can just say they walked down together ))
RedHead

Littlebear trotted back into the makeshift camp. The grass pressed down and little shallow nests scattered the clearing in a chaotic mess making it nearly impossible to manoeuvre with such short legs, Without stepping on tails or bumping into sleeping cats that was. Between her jaws was a good looking vole. A lucky catch for the time they were in. She’d travelled to the farthest border in search for it, most of the surrounding area was over hunted and far to crowded of cats itching to get going back to camp. Her heart yearned to be back home, but it didn’t seem like camp preparation was really underway. She’d seen able bodied warriors and apprentices just itching to do something and yet they all lingered around here like sorry bumps on logs. The nerve of some made her blood broil- perhaps they only needed a slight kick to get going.

She pushed her way past another pair of apprentices lead by a senior warrior, dipping quietly past a patch of sleeping elders and coming to a stop in the Center of camp, letting her vole drop onto the soft grass with a satisfying thump. A gentle smile touched her lips but faded quickly when she heard an all too familiar voice ring out through camp. It quieted the crowds, only a few stirring to turn in the direction of it. She curled her bushy tail around her paws and cocked her head back in slight amusement. Flintspirit, or should you say Flintstar? Her smile grew into a smirk from ear to ear, that childish playfulness glistening in her eyes like dew off sweet grass. She brought herself down to her haunches and watched as he addressed the clan. He looked a whole lot more serious then normal, which was understandable in this case but it sure was weird to watch from her position. Once it was over she brought herself to her paws with a yawn. Maybe she’d drag Flinty down there with her, she had wanted to get a good talk in with him anyways. She padded towards the branch, pushing her way through the dwindling crowd. ”Flinty!” she called bringing herself down into a seated position again raising a paw to block the sun. She smiled stupidly up at him perched so delicately on that single branch.

”whaddya say I race ya down to camp and we get started on the warriors den?” she called up tail lashing anxiously behind her. If she knew anything about Flinty was that they shared that sort of playful edge from time to time. All she had to do was get that out of him. “Come on down old man so I can kick your butt... or do you wanna stay up there all day?” she taunted, batting her eyelashes in a devious sort of way.

[RedHead]

(( just started it here but it’s in reference to your open post (: we can just say they walked down together ))
RedHead

Littlebear trotted back into the makeshift camp. The grass pressed down and little shallow nests scattered the clearing in a chaotic mess making it nearly impossible to manoeuvre with such short legs, Without stepping on tails or bumping into sleeping cats that was. Between her jaws was a good looking vole. A lucky catch for the time they were in. She’d travelled to the farthest border in search for it, most of the surrounding area was over hunted and far to crowded of cats itching to get going back to camp. Her heart yearned to be back home, but it didn’t seem like camp preparation was really underway. She’d seen able bodied warriors and apprentices just itching to do something and yet they all lingered around here like sorry bumps on logs. The nerve of some made her blood broil- perhaps they only needed a slight kick to get going.

She pushed her way past another pair of apprentices lead by a senior warrior, dipping quietly past a patch of sleeping elders and coming to a stop in the Center of camp, letting her vole drop onto the soft grass with a satisfying thump. A gentle smile touched her lips but faded quickly when she heard an all too familiar voice ring out through camp. It quieted the crowds, only a few stirring to turn in the direction of it. She curled her bushy tail around her paws and cocked her head back in slight amusement. Flintspirit, or should you say Flintstar? Her smile grew into a smirk from ear to ear, that childish playfulness glistening in her eyes like dew off sweet grass. She brought herself down to her haunches and watched as he addressed the clan. He looked a whole lot more serious then normal, which was understandable in this case but it sure was weird to watch from her position. Once it was over she brought herself to her paws with a yawn. Maybe she’d drag Flinty down there with her, she had wanted to get a good talk in with him anyways. She padded towards the branch, pushing her way through the dwindling crowd. ”Flinty!” she called bringing herself down into a seated position again raising a paw to block the sun. She smiled stupidly up at him perched so delicately on that single branch.

”whaddya say I race ya down to camp and we get started on the warriors den?” she called up tail lashing anxiously behind her. If she knew anything about Flinty was that they shared that sort of playful edge from time to time. All she had to do was get that out of him. “Come on down old man so I can kick your butt... or do you wanna stay up there all day?” she taunted, batting her eyelashes in a devious sort of way.


After assigning the patrols, Flintstar had heard the call of Littlebear. If anything, he was relieved. He needed this, to simply be a little carefree with Littlebear after all the changes his clan had been through. He didn't want to stay mad at them for long, but he had been sorely disappointed in their lack of care for each other. For their entire clan. So, he'd jumped down to stand beside her, a grin making it's way across his maw. "Surprisingly, there's actually been a lot of work on the warrior's den. So I think working on the elder's den is our next best bet." He purred, nudging her with his shoulder. "Besides, if I'm such an old man, I'm gonna need a place to sleep, right?" A mischievous twinkle made its way into his green eyes, a lightness enveloping his chest that he hadn't been able to feel in a long time.

"But I'll gladly race you. Somebody's gotta pop your big head." With that he gave her a gleeful grin before breaking into a run, shooting past the other cats making their way out of the temporary camp. He relished the feel of his muscles stretching and allowing him this speed, his long legs stretching farther and farther with each stride he took. He let out a laugh, not daring to glance back to see if Littlebear was falling, for fear he'd run into a tree.
He'd done that before. It wasn't fun.
So, Flinstar just focused on making his way to the camp, breathing in the clean, cold air of the forest. It didn't smell like it usually did during leaf-fall, but at least the colder winds had cleared out most of the smoky smell. That was a good sign. Things were starting to look up once again.


Good girl? Acornstep was a loyal warrior, of course, but Jaggedhawk's tone bugged her. Still, now was not the time nor place to start up an argument, and so she swallowed her pride and responded as calmly as she could manage. "First of all, I'll do you a favor and pretend you didn't just call me a good girl. Second, the Clan needs healthy warriors to help, so I'm here to help rebuild our camp. I'm not a lazy fox-heart like some of our warriors." Following suit, Acornstep leaned forward to pick another bit of the den wall off. It left a sooty taste in her mouth, one that she had to fight not to gag against, and she wrinkled her nose at the prospect of more of this.


It was going to take a lot of work, and time to rebuild ThunderClan. They were strong, they'd survive, but... to be honest, she didn't understand why this had happened either. StarClan wasn't exactly a guiding light in her life, but every time disaster struck, she lost a little more of her faith. She wanted to believe they were watching, and helping, but... if that were true... why would something like this happen?


"StarClan doesn't care about us," She scoffed at his comment about Flintstar, pulling another piece of the wall away. This time she barely noticed the sooty taste, too focused on her anger towards their situation. "We'll survive this, just like we survived everything else. I guess we'll have to hope he picks a good deputy." An older warrior, preferably, one who worked in the best interests of the Clan. Was it too much to hope that ThunderClan could have at least some good luck?


The silver tabby let out a small laugh at her tone, though he allowed himself to look sorry. "Alright, note taken, no nicknames?" He meowed, smiling just a bit. He was grateful for her company, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to start up a "fight." He wanted some positive interaction, even if he had to tone down his flirting a bit to compensate. "And yes, not being a lazy fox-heart sure does help our situation. Too bad that's what the majority of our clan is." He didn't get it. Thunderclan didn't feel the same they used to. It's like, all of the sudden, they were no longer proud of being part of such a great clan. The fire may have destroyed their camp and territory, but their clan survived. That's what mattered most, right?

With a sigh, the tom pulled more of the charred parts from the den, noticing that Acornstep was using her teeth to do so. "It's better if you just use your claws." He advised, holding up his own soot-covered paw. "Otherwise you're going to be coughing out ash for days. Believe me, I'd know." He scoffed at the memory, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. Towards himself, and towards the molly beside him.

"Good deputy or not, he's still the leader." Jaggedhawk growled after he last statement, a piece of burnt bramble crumbling underneath his paws as he pulled at it a little too forcefully. "Great." He mumbled, glaring at his now ash-covered chest. But he continued working, more gently this time. "But maybe I'm biased. He's got to do some good if Starclan accepted him as leader, right?" He wasn't sure if he believed his own statement, but any shred of hope is what he needed right now.

"I just think Thunderclan needs something to boost it's morale, you know?" He tuned his lime-green eyes towards Acornstep to look at her. "We've been out of any action for so long, sitting on the sidelines. It's like we're not even there. We need something to happen that will make the cats of Thunderclan be proud to be Thunderclan again." He finished this statement as he ripped off another part of the den, pausing and looking at their progress. "We need to show the other clans we're not sitting on the sidelines any longer."

[Fuzzy]

Jaggedhawk turned his weary gaze towards the voice and the brush of fur on his back, having moved to work on the back of the warrior's den after his conversation with Acornstep. When he spotted the white molly giving him a small smile, his face instantly lit up. "Icedust! I was just thinking about you, you know?" A flirty statement, but his eyes shone with genuine excitement upon seeing the molly. Jaggedhawk needed some familiar comfort in his life at that moment, and Icedust was the closest cat he had left. "Are you healing up okay? I assume so, since you're here to help rebuild." He scooted over slightly to make room for her, his tail curling gently around his paws. "You are here to help right? We could use it." He glanced around the sparse clearing before looking back at Icedust and smiling. It was a real, bright smile, one he rarely ever showed. But just the presence of whom he considered a friend in this harsh time was enough to bring it out of him.


With the instant light brought to his face Icedust's eyes sparkled. She loved that. Seeing someone light up as the saw you just made you feel better. "Oh you were?" She asked I'm response to his flirty statement. "I must leave an impact on you then." The molly added taking the door beside him. If she was honest she really needed so time to whined down and talk. Of course while she worked but Jaggedhawk had always been someone more later back. One reason why she liked him.
"Yes I'd say. Still have so burns and my fur got scorched but I couldn't just stay out there. Besides I'm an able warrior." She answered, before she could ask how he was his question made her huff. "Of course I am!" Ice exclaimed. "Why would I come here, to just watch?" She asked jokingly, pulling put a burnt limb that crumbled at her paws. She didn't get why more cats she weren't helping. It would go much faster. Though the smell of smoke might play a faster into it.
Shacking the ashes from her paws the white molly continued clearing out the piece to far gone to save. "So," She glanced over at him. "How have you been doing?" Icedust questioned her voice more serious and caring then her last question.

[wren]

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After assigning the patrols, Flintstar had heard the call of Littlebear. If anything, he was relieved. He needed this, to simply be a little carefree with Littlebear after all the changes his clan had been through. He didn't want to stay mad at them for long, but he had been sorely disappointed in their lack of care for each other. For their entire clan. So, he'd jumped down to stand beside her, a grin making it's way across his maw. "Surprisingly, there's actually been a lot of work on the warrior's den. So I think working on the elder's den is our next best bet." He purred, nudging her with his shoulder. "Besides, if I'm such an old man, I'm gonna need a place to sleep, right?" A mischievous twinkle made its way into his green eyes, a lightness enveloping his chest that he hadn't been able to feel in a long time.

"But I'll gladly race you. Somebody's gotta pop your big head." With that he gave her a gleeful grin before breaking into a run, shooting past the other cats making their way out of the temporary camp. He relished the feel of his muscles stretching and allowing him this speed, his long legs stretching farther and farther with each stride he took. He let out a laugh, not daring to glance back to see if Littlebear was falling, for fear he'd run into a tree.
He'd done that before. It wasn't fun.
So, Flinstar just focused on making his way to the camp, breathing in the clean, cold air of the forest. It didn't smell like it usually did during leaf-fall, but at least the colder winds had cleared out most of the smoky smell. That was a good sign. Things were starting to look up once again.





It dawned on her that perhaps Flinty was too busy to go galavanting the forest with her, he looked stressed to no ends and even if he declined she’d drag his sorry carcass out with her anyways. He needed a break for his own good. He’d work his paws right off if everybody just stepped aside and let him. She cocked her head back as the tom leapt down to her level, a smile faintly touched her lips.
”Surprisingly?” she paused briefly, maybe he was right. Cats didn’t seem to motivated to get camp back into shape. The thought however was briefly interrupted- he was joking with her. Littlebears ears flattened and her playful smile returned ”oh, hah hah I see what you did there” she mocked rolling her eyes as a sign of amusement.
For lack of a better clever comeback, which rarely happened if I may add, she’d let him have that one. She gently walked alongside him letting the breeze gently caress her underbelly and sides ”I’ll let the apprentices know you like goose feather as opposed to pheasant feather, oh and only moss that grows on pine trees not spruce” She teased, casting a wistful glance over her shoulder at him. It was great to have him around, when nobody else felt like putting up with her peppy attitude she could almost always count on the tom.

Though just as they were rounding the corner he just went speeding off- she could barely hear the rest of what he had to say before he was a blur of fur bee lining for the trees. ”Hey! You cheater!” her eyes glistened with that competitive edge and she was gone just seconds after him. She manoeuvred through the narrow entrance nearly bashing headfirst into a warrior returning from a hunt but just missing them by a whisker.
It reminded her of apprenticeship, the carefree competition following a skill they’d learn. Tired battered and beaten she could always remember it- the rush and excitement. She always had to work extra hard since she was after all a good head shorter then almost everybody but it made victory oh so sweet. Pumping her legs she raced through the foliage following the trail Flintstar blazed through the trees. The soft earth would give way underpaw and the scent of rain.. fresh fresh cold rain would batter her sense as she charged onwards.

”Just y- you wait!” she called after him trying to push herself just as hard as her tiny legs could muster, which wasn’t all that bad! She was only a few foxlengths behind. ”Just you w- wait until I catch you! You little snot!” she called bursting into a flurry of light hearted laughter.

[lone]

The silver tabby let out a small laugh at her tone, though he allowed himself to look sorry. "Alright, note taken, no nicknames?" He meowed, smiling just a bit. He was grateful for her company, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to start up a "fight." He wanted some positive interaction, even if he had to tone down his flirting a bit to compensate. "And yes, not being a lazy fox-heart sure does help our situation. Too bad that's what the majority of our clan is." He didn't get it. Thunderclan didn't feel the same they used to. It's like, all of the sudden, they were no longer proud of being part of such a great clan. The fire may have destroyed their camp and territory, but their clan survived. That's what mattered most, right?

With a sigh, the tom pulled more of the charred parts from the den, noticing that Acornstep was using her teeth to do so. "It's better if you just use your claws." He advised, holding up his own soot-covered paw. "Otherwise you're going to be coughing out ash for days. Believe me, I'd know." He scoffed at the memory, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. Towards himself, and towards the molly beside him.

"Good deputy or not, he's still the leader." Jaggedhawk growled after he last statement, a piece of burnt bramble crumbling underneath his paws as he pulled at it a little too forcefully. "Great." He mumbled, glaring at his now ash-covered chest. But he continued working, more gently this time. "But maybe I'm biased. He's got to do some good if Starclan accepted him as leader, right?" He wasn't sure if he believed his own statement, but any shred of hope is what he needed right now.

"I just think Thunderclan needs something to boost it's morale, you know?" He tuned his lime-green eyes towards Acornstep to look at her. "We've been out of any action for so long, sitting on the sidelines. It's like we're not even there. We need something to happen that will make the cats of Thunderclan be proud to be Thunderclan again." He finished this statement as he ripped off another part of the den, pausing and looking at their progress. "We need to show the other clans we're not sitting on the sidelines any longer."

Jaggedhawk didn't seem that bad. Acornstep knew he had a reputation for being a flirt, but he'd been respectful enough so far, and as far as she was concerned, he wasn't half-bad. Then again, she'd known him for all of five minutes, so things could change within the next few days. "One disaster and they've all decided they want to give up." She reached to pull another piece of the den off, stopping when Jaggedhawk mentioned doing it with her claws instead. She switched gears, unsheathing her claws and tearing off another chunk of the den. Sure, it was discouraging to see the clearing like this, but what were they going to do? Live in the territory for the rest of their lives? Let this go unfixed until ThunderClan's camp was nothing more than a memory covered by vines, or a story told by the elders? That was truly unthinkable.

"Thanks for the tip." She sighed, glancing back at the rest of the camp. It looked like a broken-down wasteland already. Could they bounce back from this? We have to. We have to survive. Survival was hard, yes, but Acornstep would rather have a hard life then turn into a spoiled kittypet. Who would want to live their life being stroked by hairless twolegs, in a place that, honestly, seemed disgusting? They may lead luxurious lives, but they gave up their freedom.

"I'm sure he's got something to offer." She wasn't Flintstar's biggest fan either, but at the very least, she would show him some respect; when speaking to him, anyways. He was still their leader. Whether the other cats liked it or not, he would be in charge for a while. Besides, a good deputy would be something. Not quite the same as a leader, but close enough that they should be able to function well.

"We can help each other clean up later." Acornstep mewed, following Jaggedhawk's glance down to the ash on his chest. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how they must have sounded; she shot him a quick warning glance, determined not to give up any ground. She didn't mind flirting, most of the time; it was easy to ignore. In a situation like this, however, it felt wrong. Perhaps another time and place, she could get away or shut him down more quickly. She didn't really want to get into an argument in their destroyed clearing, though.

Pausing to listen to Jaggedhawk, the she-cat nodded in agreement. "We need to be careful if we do something like that. A show of strength is a good idea in theory, but with our camp destroyed, and the losses we've had from the fire..." Her voice trailed off. Of course, she wanted to show the other Clans ThunderClan wasn't weak, wasn't going to sit on the sidelines anymore. A show of strength, however, seemed ill-advised at this point. If something went wrong, they could end up with greater losses. Acornstep didn't want the Clan she loved to fall apart.

[Mango]

Dust

Wildflowerpaw had just gotten back from training with her mentor, Treetiger. Her light brown fur was slightly messy. She neatly picked up a squirrel before scanning the clearing as her gaze settled on a nearby tom. She set down the squirrel,” Mind if I eat here?” she asked

sunflowerseed

The young molly stepped out of the apprentice den, she had a good 30 minutes before training would start. She stretched out before grabbing a vole and sitting down in the clearing and started to eat it.

[sunflowerseed]

sunflowerseed

The young molly stepped out of the apprentice den, she had a good 30 minutes before training would start. She stretched out before grabbing a vole and sitting down in the clearing and started to eat it.

Sequoiapaw was already in the clearing playing with a ladybug. He looked at the apprentice near, nodding his head in a greeting going back to his ladybug. He hadn't eaten yet, and wouldn't until after his training.

[Moonraven]

[Open]
Her long slender tail battered back and forth as her unsheathed claws slowly began to pick at the charred remains of their den. She wasn't exactly sure if she was doing this right, however, she wasn't going to bother the older warriors with questions since they all seemed to have so much on their minds. She knew every was concerned about how this fire would affect the strength of the clan and there was their new leader. She wasn't all that worried about it beyond her current task in front of her. The orange-eyed feline was that they'd rise out of these ashes and return even stronger than ever, Flintstar was just the start of it.

"Don't lick that." Phoenixpaw is jarred out of her train of thought to the sight of her dark covered paw pad lifted and angled towards her with her pink tongue hovering over it. She gives a short hiss and swiftly places her paw back down on the charred ground. Her eyes lift themselves to meet the warm azure of the flame point standing behind a small pile of sticks. "You look a little tired and dirty." From Dragonlily's point of view, it was weird seeing this little one so vain dotted with soot.

"I don't like sitting around with my paw in my bottom like some furballs. I'd much rather be tired and dirty and know that I did something to help rebuild the place we call home" Phoenixpaw hissed, ignoring the concerned tone of voice coming from Dragonlily as the older cat took to moving beside her and began helping with working on the apprentice den. .

[Mango]

Sequoiapaw was already in the clearing playing with a ladybug. He looked at the apprentice near, nodding his head in a greeting going back to his ladybug. He hadn't eaten yet, and wouldn't until after his training.
She glanced at him,” Glad to know I’m not the only one up at this hour.” She meowed playfully.

[sunflowerseed]

She glanced at him,” Glad to know I’m not the only one up at this hour.” She meowed playfully.

He simply nodded, looking up at her. "I guess."He commented softly. His tail swayed, he studied the she-cat; focusing on her pelt color, body language and eyes. He tried to hide it a little, though his eyes moving around slightly as he processed the thought of this stranger.

[RedHead]

[Open]

Flintstar let out a sigh as he entered the camp, his clan behind him. They were back. The camp was still not at its former glory, but it was livable in. There were likely to still be small repairs here and there, but he’d made a promise, and pulled through with that promise. Thunderclan had returned to their camp. No longer were they sitting around, vulnerable in the territory.
With his head held high, Flintstar cast a glance across his clan. “Make yourselves comfortable. Let’s hope our camp remains as functional as it was before!” Once he’d yowled that, the large black-furred tom padded over towards the Highpeak, and the leader’s den. He hadn’t touched it, not since the fire. There were still burnt branches scattered around in front, and he bet the inside of the den was stuffy and stale. Now that most of the other dens were fixed and mended, Flintstar figured he could work on his own. But he really didn’t want to touch it.

[lone]

[Open]

Flintstar let out a sigh as he entered the camp, his clan behind him. They were back. The camp was still not at its former glory, but it was livable in. There were likely to still be small repairs here and there, but he’d made a promise, and pulled through with that promise. Thunderclan had returned to their camp. No longer were they sitting around, vulnerable in the territory.
With his head held high, Flintstar cast a glance across his clan. “Make yourselves comfortable. Let’s hope our camp remains as functional as it was before!” Once he’d yowled that, the large black-furred tom padded over towards the Highpeak, and the leader’s den. He hadn’t touched it, not since the fire. There were still burnt branches scattered around in front, and he bet the inside of the den was stuffy and stale. Now that most of the other dens were fixed and mended, Flintstar figured he could work on his own. But he really didn’t want to touch it.

Finally, they were back at their camp. Junipertail had missed the familiar feeling of the clearing, not to mention being out in the territory for so long had been... well... an interesting experience. She was pretty sure she could feel twigs poking her fur, although that wasn't a possibility at the moment. Spotting Flintstar from across the clearing, the she cat leapt at the opportunity to speak with him. After all, if she couldn't voice her own concerns, perhaps she could at least get in some pleasant conversation. "Flintstar! Hey! Wait!" With a small skip in her step (though not for long, Junipertail hated to look so undignified in front of everyone), she slowed down once she was almost caught up to him. Hopefully he wouldn't try to avoid her; that was a real possibility, with the drama Junipertail had a tendency to cause. She didn't mean to; some cats were just like that, she supposed. Who wanted a boring life, anyways?

[Mango]

He simply nodded, looking up at her. "I guess."He commented softly. His tail swayed, he studied the she-cat; focusing on her pelt color, body language and eyes. He tried to hide it a little, though his eyes moving around slightly as he processed the thought of this stranger.
She purred a little,” So...how’s training going?” She asked. She didn’t really know who this tom was, all she knew was that she was going to make small talk and go from there.

[RedHead]

Finally, they were back at their camp. Junipertail had missed the familiar feeling of the clearing, not to mention being out in the territory for so long had been... well... an interesting experience. She was pretty sure she could feel twigs poking her fur, although that wasn't a possibility at the moment. Spotting Flintstar from across the clearing, the she cat leapt at the opportunity to speak with him. After all, if she couldn't voice her own concerns, perhaps she could at least get in some pleasant conversation. "Flintstar! Hey! Wait!" With a small skip in her step (though not for long, Junipertail hated to look so undignified in front of everyone), she slowed down once she was almost caught up to him. Hopefully he wouldn't try to avoid her; that was a real possibility, with the drama Junipertail had a tendency to cause. She didn't mean to; some cats were just like that, she supposed. Who wanted a boring life, anyways?


A yowl heard behind him caught Flintstar off guard, and his ears shot up in alarm. He calmed down though as he realized that it was simply a clanmate trying to get his attention. But he still held some concern. “Hey Junipertail.” He meowed, turning away from the den as if that would help him forget about it. “Something wrong?” He sure hoped nothing was wrong, he didn’t think he could handle that at this point.
He just wanted to bring Thunderclan back to normal, and an idea had been forming in his mind the past couple of days that he believed might help his clan achieve that. He wasn’t quite ready to share his idea with the clan yet, he still needed to let them have some time re-adjusting into the camp. Plus he also wanted to talk to Tallmarsh about it. She was the closest thing he had to a confidant at the moment, as he still hadn’t figured out who to choose as his deputy. Green eyes focused on the she-cat as he awaited her answer, internally hoping she simply wanted to have a conversation and that nothing was drastically wrong.

[lone]

A yowl heard behind him caught Flintstar off guard, and his ears shot up in alarm. He calmed down though as he realized that it was simply a clanmate trying to get his attention. But he still held some concern. “Hey Junipertail.” He meowed, turning away from the den as if that would help him forget about it. “Something wrong?” He sure hoped nothing was wrong, he didn’t think he could handle that at this point.
He just wanted to bring Thunderclan back to normal, and an idea had been forming in his mind the past couple of days that he believed might help his clan achieve that. He wasn’t quite ready to share his idea with the clan yet, he still needed to let them have some time re-adjusting into the camp. Plus he also wanted to talk to Tallmarsh about it. She was the closest thing he had to a confidant at the moment, as he still hadn’t figured out who to choose as his deputy. Green eyes focused on the she-cat as he awaited her answer, internally hoping she simply wanted to have a conversation and that nothing was drastically wrong.

Junipertail opened her mouth to start voicing all of the problems she'd had with the whole "territory" thing, and stopped after catching the tone in his voice. I'll do it later, she told herself. Or, better yet, once Flintstar chose a deputy, she could bug that cat until they gave in to her demands or questions. "Nope! I was only coming to spend some time with our fearless leader," She smiled, the picture of pure innocence. That look crumbled a moment later, however, when her dramatic instinct got the best of her and she started in on her concerns about the territory thing.

"But, while I have you here, I've just got one thing to mention." Pausing (in her true drama-queen fashion) Junipertail continued after waiting a moment or two. "You know, the whole territory thing was nasty. I mean, first a fire destroys our home, and then- oh, then we all march out into our territory to live out there. Do you know how many twigs I got poked by? And I'm supposed to be pretty, Flintstar. I couldn't stay pretty out there! I'm pretty sure I've got lasting marks on my reputation because I looked terrible." Stopping to take a breath, Junipertail collected herself and straightened up a little.

After all, she wouldn't want to look bad for long. "Still, I'm sure you did the best you could under the circumstances. You're a pretty good leader." Flashing him another smile (as though that would fix her complaints), Junipertail awaited the I'm sure you didn't look terrible and I'll keep your comments in mind that should have followed.

[sunflowerseed]

She purred a little,” So...how’s training going?” She asked. She didn’t really know who this tom was, all she knew was that she was going to make small talk and go from there.

"Fairly well, mostly picking up after kits and elders though, remaking nests, you?" The tom cleared his throat, biting his tongue gently

[Haunted]

[Open]

Flintstar let out a sigh as he entered the camp, his clan behind him. They were back. The camp was still not at its former glory, but it was livable in. There were likely to still be small repairs here and there, but he’d made a promise, and pulled through with that promise. Thunderclan had returned to their camp. No longer were they sitting around, vulnerable in the territory.
With his head held high, Flintstar cast a glance across his clan. “Make yourselves comfortable. Let’s hope our camp remains as functional as it was before!” Once he’d yowled that, the large black-furred tom padded over towards the Highpeak, and the leader’s den. He hadn’t touched it, not since the fire. There were still burnt branches scattered around in front, and he bet the inside of the den was stuffy and stale. Now that most of the other dens were fixed and mended, Flintstar figured he could work on his own. But he really didn’t want to touch it.

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"Need some help?" The lithe feline, Twistedstalk, trudged over to the leader's side, pausing between steps to shake excess ash that had gathered around her paws during her previous help with gathering of supplies - the territory was still quite a mess, and that didn't make for a time to really remain clean, though the molly still felt it in her right to try, in the least. She noted Junipertail's presence and gave her a slight nod in acknowledgement, but the busy-body of her nature was focused on trying to do something productive, not in small mere talk.

[BEAR.]

[ ThunderClan has returned to their camp,
though much work still needs to be done before it's back to its former glory. ]

[BEAR.]

[ ThunderClan has returned to their camp,
though much work still needs to be done before it's back to its former glory. ]

[BEAR.]

[ ThunderClan has returned to their camp,
though much work still needs to be done before it's back to its former glory. ]

[BEAR.]

[ ThunderClan has returned to their camp,
though much work still needs to be done before it's back to its former glory. ]

[BEAR.]

[ ThunderClan has returned to their camp,
though much work still needs to be done before it's back to its former glory. ]

[BEAR.]

[ ThunderClan has returned to their camp,
though much work still needs to be done before it's back to its former glory. ]

[BEAR.]

[ ThunderClan has returned to their camp,
though much work still needs to be done before it's back to its former glory. ]

[Mango]

"Fairly well, mostly picking up after kits and elders though, remaking nests, you?" The tom cleared his throat, biting his tongue gently
She nodded a bit,” I’m sorry I’m working on hunting,”

[sunflowerseed]

She nodded a bit,” I’m sorry I’m working on hunting,”
"No need to be sorry, I've only done a few hunting lessons but the elders are fun to talk with, and the kits like to play with me alot." he opened up slightly

[Dust]

Dust

Wildflowerpaw had just gotten back from training with her mentor, Treetiger. Her light brown fur was slightly messy. She neatly picked up a squirrel before scanning the clearing as her gaze settled on a nearby tom. She set down the squirrel,” Mind if I eat here?” she asked


Spiderpaw hadn't been doing much other than lounging in the warm sunlight of leaf-fall. He wasn't excited for the cold weather soon to be on it's way... so it was better to enjoy it now rather than later! Eyes seamed shut, a soft rumbling vibrated his chest, his tail thumping every so often against the ground. It wasn't until Wildflowerpaw's sudden question that he darted up, his eyes wide with surprise,

"Oh? U-uhm yeah! You can eat here!" It's not my spot, he thought with slight amusement, though he appreciated her asking at least. "I don't think I r-remember your name." He admitted, giving the other apprentice a bashful glance.

[Mango]

"No need to be sorry, I've only done a few hunting lessons but the elders are fun to talk with, and the kits like to play with me alot." he opened up slightly
She nodded,” That’s true. I appreciate someone who enjoys the elders.”

[sunflowerseed]

She nodded,” That’s true. I appreciate someone who enjoys the elders.”

"Most of them are the reason we're alive."He mentioned. "if not for their past heroics were would most of us be?"He inquired, curiosity in his eyes

[Mango]

"Most of them are the reason we're alive."He mentioned. "if not for their past heroics were would most of us be?"He inquired, curiosity in his eyes
She nodded,” And they gave birth to the current warriors.”

[sunflowerseed]

She nodded,” And they gave birth to the current warriors.”
The Tom nodded. "Maybe perhaps you can teach me a few things." He chuckles and flicked his tail. " or I can teach you a f ew. " The feline focused his feral, yet fine eyes on the other.

[Mango]

The Tom nodded. "Maybe perhaps you can teach me a few things." He chuckles and flicked his tail. " or I can teach you a f ew. " The feline focused his feral, yet fine eyes on the other.
She giggled,” Sure. I’d love to.”

[sunflowerseed]

She giggled,” Sure. I’d love to.”
The tom shrugged his bold shoulders, jumping to the side. "Bet I'm faster than you, how about a race? Last one to the territory is a moldy shrew!" He challenged, his bold tone drawing attention

[Mango]

Spiderpaw hadn't been doing much other than lounging in the warm sunlight of leaf-fall. He wasn't excited for the cold weather soon to be on it's way... so it was better to enjoy it now rather than later! Eyes seamed shut, a soft rumbling vibrated his chest, his tail thumping every so often against the ground. It wasn't until Wildflowerpaw's sudden question that he darted up, his eyes wide with surprise,

"Oh? U-uhm yeah! You can eat here!" It's not my spot, he thought with slight amusement, though he appreciated her asking at least. "I don't think I r-remember your name." He admitted, giving the other apprentice a bashful glance.
Wildflowerpaw glanced at the tom,” Thank you.” She meowed before sitting down,” I’m Wildflowerpaw....you are...” she trailed off Is it Ploverpaw? No maybe Idlepaw? Pipperpaw? Spiderpaw? Umm..

[Mango]

The tom shrugged his bold shoulders, jumping to the side. "Bet I'm faster than you, how about a race? Last one to the territory is a moldy shrew!" He challenged, his bold tone drawing attention
She giggled as the tom said moldy shrew. She stood up and began racing out of camp heading towards the territory.

[WindsHowl]

sunflowerseed

Bat'Sight sniffed the area, trying to make his way around. The scent of the burnt camp blocked his nose, making it hard for him to find his way. He moved his head around as if to look around. The old tom sigh, sitting down and using his ears to direct himself.
"Is there anyone willing to help out an old tom?"

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[sunflowerseed]

sunflowerseed

Bat'Sight sniffed the area, trying to make his way around. The scent of the burnt camp blocked his nose, making it hard for him to find his way. He moved his head around as if to look around. The old tom sigh, sitting down and using his ears to direct himself.
"Is there anyone willing to help out an old tom?"

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The petite she-cats gaze scanned the elders den, she noticed the new presence but didn't say anything quite yet. She assumed he was new, seeing as he barely new his way around the den. What was he here for? He did indeed carry the Thunderclan scent but why hadn't he any prey in his jaws? He wasn't holding mousebile or moss. He must be a tom looking to retire, she shifted her gaze to her slumbering den-mates, then back to the tom. This tom didn't seem much older than some of the elders, but he did seem to be an aging tom. Past the ripe age of youth and curiosity. She finally spoke; "That depends on what a tom needs help with."Her voice was old, not threatening but she did speak with confidence, a tone demanding respect. She may have been old but she was not one to be trifled with. She focused her grey-ish green eyes on the tom appearance, trying her best to take in his specific scent against the lingering smell of fire, burnt trees. Charcoal.

[WindsHowl]

The petite she-cats gaze scanned the elders den, she noticed the new presence but didn't say anything quite yet. She assumed he was new, seeing as he barely new his way around the den. What was he here for? He did indeed carry the Thunderclan scent but why hadn't he any prey in his jaws? He wasn't holding mousebile or moss. He must be a tom looking to retire, she shifted her gaze to her slumbering den-mates, then back to the tom. This tom didn't seem much older than some of the elders, but he did seem to be an aging tom. Past the ripe age of youth and curiosity. She finally spoke; "That depends on what a tom needs help with."Her voice was old, not threatening but she did speak with confidence, a tone demanding respect. She may have been old but she was not one to be trifled with. She focused her grey-ish green eyes on the tom appearance, trying her best to take in his specific scent against the lingering smell of fire, burnt trees. Charcoal.


The tom's ear flicked, he turned his head in the direction. He dipped his head, thankful that the old she-cat spoke to him.
"I'm looking to retire," his voice softened and filled with gratitude, "But since the fire, it's hard to find my way around the camp." He raised his head, hoping he raised it correctly. He gazed blankly at the she-cat, awaiting her response.

[sunflowerseed]

The tom's ear flicked, he turned his head in the direction. He dipped his head, thankful that the old she-cat spoke to him.
"I'm looking to retire," his voice softened and filled with gratitude, "But since the fire, it's hard to find my way around the camp." He raised his head, hoping he raised it correctly. He gazed blankly at the she-cat, awaiting her response.

Phospherrose took note of that, she watched the flicking of his ear, the way he reacted to her sudden voice. He seemed thankful, thankful for what? Common decency? Cat's these days became so rude, back in her day- She sounded like an old grump to herself, so she stopped her train of thought there. Her voice softened slightly, "If you're looking to retire that may be a conversation for Flintstar,"She bagan, walking closer to the tom. He was respectful, and she liked that. She hated rude, indignant cats. What right had they to be rude to someone they don't truly know? "I tell you about what it's like to retire, maybe?" The she-cat responded politely

[WindsHowl]

Phospherrose took note of that, she watched the flicking of his ear, the way he reacted to her sudden voice. He seemed thankful, thankful for what? Common decency? Cat's these days became so rude, back in her day- She sounded like an old grump to herself, so she stopped her train of thought there. Her voice softened slightly, "If you're looking to retire that may be a conversation for Flintstar,"She bagan, walking closer to the tom. He was respectful, and she liked that. She hated rude, indignant cats. What right had they to be rude to someone they don't truly know? "I tell you about what it's like to retire, maybe?" The she-cat responded politely

The tom gave a smile, "Ah, yes how is it like to retire?" He asked kindly, still happy that he was getting some help. He listened to her approach. He stood his ground, sitting in a comfortable manner. Usually, around his apprentice, his back would be straight, but this was an elder, one to respect and how he hoped others were taking note. For his sake.

His eyes kept a blank look forward, his nose crinkled every so often due to the harsh smells, but he managed to set it aside. He gave his full attention to the elder she-cat.

[sunflowerseed]

The tom gave a smile, "Ah, yes how is it like to retire?" He asked kindly, still happy that he was getting some help. He listened to her approach. He stood his ground, sitting in a comfortable manner. Usually, around his apprentice, his back would be straight, but this was an elder, one to respect and how he hoped others were taking note. For his sake.

His eyes kept a blank look forward, his nose crinkled every so often due to the harsh smells, but he managed to set it aside. He gave his full attention to the elder she-cat.

The small body of hers settled infront of him. She enjoyed his full attention, kits were usually sidetracked. She purrs and began her words. "Being an elder may seem like all fun and games, you wake up when you want to, you have your food brought to you, your nests are fixed up for yourself, no restrictions to where you may really go."She knew it wasn;t wise to leave the camp alone being so old, but most elders didn't want to leave their comfy nests. "But, you do know it means you are growing old?"

[WindsHowl]

The small body of hers settled infront of him. She enjoyed his full attention, kits were usually sidetracked. She purrs and began her words. "Being an elder may seem like all fun and games, you wake up when you want to, you have your food brought to you, your nests are fixed up for yourself, no restrictions to where you may really go."She knew it wasn;t wise to leave the camp alone being so old, but most elders didn't want to leave their comfy nests. "But, you do know it means you are growing old?"



He listened to the elder closely, smiling at the beginning. The thought of being able to finally rest sounded nice. His smile faded at the end. "Yes, unfortunately, growing old is inevitable. It's the matter of accepting it, and that is something I understand." His tail wrapped around his paws, his ears flicked. "It's been a long and well-lived life, but no one needs an old blind tom to get in their way."

[sunflowerseed]

WindsHowl;615382]He listened to the elder closely, smiling at the beginning. The thought of being able to finally rest sounded nice. His smile faded at the end. "Yes, unfortunately, growing old is inevitable. It's the matter of accepting it, and that is something I understand." His tail wrapped around his paws, his ears flicked. "It's been a long and well-lived life, but no one needs an old blind tom to get in their way."

She purred at the toms answer. "Yes, I had to long ago."She chuckled and lays down, fully relaxed. "Oh Don't tell yourself that. We can find use for you still."

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[RedHead]

Junipertail opened her mouth to start voicing all of the problems she'd had with the whole "territory" thing, and stopped after catching the tone in his voice. I'll do it later, she told herself. Or, better yet, once Flintstar chose a deputy, she could bug that cat until they gave in to her demands or questions. "Nope! I was only coming to spend some time with our fearless leader," She smiled, the picture of pure innocence. That look crumbled a moment later, however, when her dramatic instinct got the best of her and she started in on her concerns about the territory thing.

"But, while I have you here, I've just got one thing to mention." Pausing (in her true drama-queen fashion) Junipertail continued after waiting a moment or two. "You know, the whole territory thing was nasty. I mean, first a fire destroys our home, and then- oh, then we all march out into our territory to live out there. Do you know how many twigs I got poked by? And I'm supposed to be pretty, Flintstar. I couldn't stay pretty out there! I'm pretty sure I've got lasting marks on my reputation because I looked terrible." Stopping to take a breath, Junipertail collected herself and straightened up a little.

After all, she wouldn't want to look bad for long. "Still, I'm sure you did the best you could under the circumstances. You're a pretty good leader." Flashing him another smile (as though that would fix her complaints), Junipertail awaited the I'm sure you didn't look terrible and I'll keep your comments in mind that should have followed.

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"Need some help?" The lithe feline, Twistedstalk, trudged over to the leader's side, pausing between steps to shake excess ash that had gathered around her paws during her previous help with gathering of supplies - the territory was still quite a mess, and that didn't make for a time to really remain clean, though the molly still felt it in her right to try, in the least. She noted Junipertail's presence and gave her a slight nod in acknowledgement, but the busy-body of her nature was focused on trying to do something productive, not in small mere talk.


The large tom’s head tilted slightly. He knew Junipertail well enough to know that simply coming to spend some time with him wasn’t her sole purpose. She wasn’t exactly quiet about her opinions, as he’d learned.
There it is. He snickered to himself as she began rambling about her current state. The tom listened politely, thankful for the distraction from the looming task of cleaning out the den in front of him.

He chuckled as she finished her ramblings, shaking his head. “We all got a pretty good beating out there, didn’t we? I doubt any of us are any sort of pretty right now. So don’t feel like you’re unique.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his green eyes as he said this, a smile playing on his maw.
At her compliment though, Flintstar frowned. “I suppose I did do the best I could. Everything just came on too fast though. I was definitely thrown into something I wasn’t ready for.” His ears dropped slightly in embarrassment. He’d been deputy for nearly a whole season, and, even after a moon, the task of being leader continued to be a daunting role he had to fill. “But thank you for your compliment anyways, I’ll take any positivity I can get.” He smiled at her, before the sound of approaching paw-steps diverted his attention.

“Ah Twistedstalk!” The leader gave her a toothy smile, glad to see one of the clan’s hardest workers. Maybe she’d be open to helping me clean out this den. He waved his tail towards the ashy, branch covered entrance of the leader’s den. “Yes, I would certainly love some help from both of you to help clean up this monstrosity.” His smile faltered slightly as he glanced up the ashy highpeak. ”I haven’t let anyone touch it yet, it’s a job for myself to do, but.... I’m kinda scared... if that makes any sense.” Flintstar shook his head in exasperation, mostly at himself. “I guess I’m just a big baby about these things. I didn’t take... Passionstar’s death very well.” Most cats wouldn’t see that on the surface though, as Flintstar had been thrown headfirst into being leader and leading his clan the through a harsh time. There hadn’t even been a proper vigil for the former leader. Something with which Flintstar was still slightly upset about. He also was upset that Passionstar hadn’t given him a life or even visited him. But that’s in the past. I’m just being petty now.

[ScarPelt]

"As I step into the Clearing to search for my Kin, but find nothing but my Clan helping each other, I realize this is my kin

[WindsHowl]

She purred at the toms answer. "Yes, I had to long ago."She chuckled and lays down, fully relaxed. "Oh Don't tell yourself that. We can find use for you still."

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He looked down when her voice moved positions, he joined her, moving his body down to the dirt. "I enjoy working with this clan," he began to ramble, "my only fear is that when the clan needs me, I won't be able to help them." His head dropped, resting on his paws. He paused before lifting his head a bit, "Do you ever feel like that?"


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[sunflowerseed]

He looked down when her voice moved positions, he joined her, moving his body down to the dirt. "I enjoy working with this clan," he began to ramble, "my only fear is that when the clan needs me, I won't be able to help them." His head dropped, resting on his paws. He paused before lifting his head a bit, "Do you ever feel like that?"


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She released a giggle. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't, at the beginning you may think youre useless but us eldrrs have a very important job ya'know." She purred a gave the tounger toms nose an affectionate and understanding lick. "We influence the kits, and the warriors. We held the stories of time long before the yoing ones, and future elders as yourself hold even more."She rests her head on her paws as well. "Nothings better then when the young kits come stumblimg in, hoping for a story of times lost long ago. The excitment in their eyes when you finally get the excited creatures to listen."She let out a sigh, but a nice one.

[Jesse]

Blood roared in Honeybrume’s ears, the adrenaline pumping her heart with fury. Once she was at a reasonable distance, the smaller warrior took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. “What a waste of energy...!” She hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep herself together. All she wanted was a peaceful morning to eat alone and recuperate from the fire. Was that too much to ask? ThunderClan must be cursed or something to be this exhausting. Great StarClan, the nerve of that guy! He had to be joking...right? A chill passed through her body. Just thinking about him made her feel sick. Perfect. Now her appetite was ruined.

Holding the poise in her gait, Honeybrume gracefully padded back to the fresh-kill-pile with the intention to return her half-eaten shrew. But no. That familiar stench of Goldenshade’s breath was back, and her balance was broken by the sudden brush of thick, bristled, golden fur against her flank. The shrew fell out of her maw when she gasped in surprise, nearly choking on her own saliva. Her startled green eyes met up with his, regretfully catching sight of that suggestive wink. But the nudge...oh no he didn't. Now fallen on her side, the small molly laid there for a moment staring flabbergasted at the ground. “You like a little fire in your she-cats…” She echoed aloud, mindlessly. Her large ears began to flatten. “You like...a little fire...in your she-cats?!”

Without warning, Honeybrume’s unsheathed paw swept straight across Goldenshade’s nose. Blood dripped from the tips of her front claws. She stood before him now in an eerily calm rage, her glare hardening. “That was a warning. Harass me again and I’ll go for your eyes. Understood?”

Goldenshade stood rigid and glanced vacantly at his paws. The familiar tang of blood stung his throat. But this time it wasn’t someone else's. It was his. And it reeked of death. He had to fight the urge to vomit.

My face.

A chill traveled up his spine and he shuddered. My face. My beautiful face. He felt dizzy with emotions. Light as air, but still so heavy. His heart fluttered in his chest. He thought his legs might buckle underneath him. Was it anger? Was it thirst? Ecstasy? Or something else entirely? He didn’t quite know. His mind was too busy running circles around his head to care.

You’re mine. I’ll never let you go. Not ever. Not until I can squeeze the last breath out of your corpse.

The tom ground his teeth until they felt as though they might crack and unfurled a cruel grimace. “Oh dear. Striking a clanmate in the middle of camp? How rash.” A purr that was practically a growl rolled in throat as he leaned in towards her until his whiskers tickled her face. “You should hope no one saw that. Or they might think you’re a brute.” He licked at the blood that dripped down his maw. “You’re lucky I’m so forgiving.”

[WindsHowl]

He tilted his head at her laugh before listening to her words. He gave a not of understanding but froze at the lick. It caught him off guard, mostly because he physically didn't see it coming. His smiled at her words. "I've never really enjoyed the company of wondering kits, but know that I see them for a different reason I may come to like them." He lifted his head a bit, "It sounds nice, telling story's and helping them grow into warriors with our past experiences. Thank you, for talking to me. I think I'm ready." His tail brushed slightly to the side.

[Vessel]

Sunsnow limped into camp, wincing. His claw had been caught on something and had been torn out when he was trying to get free. Blood was all over him, but he was not planning on going to the medicine den. Sunsnow was far too prideful for that! He hobbled off towards the fresh-kill pile...

Delta

[sunflowerseed]

He tilted his head at her laugh before listening to her words. He gave a not of understanding but froze at the lick. It caught him off guard, mostly because he physically didn't see it coming. His smiled at her words. "I've never really enjoyed the company of wondering kits, but know that I see them for a different reason I may come to like them." He lifted his head a bit, "It sounds nice, telling story's and helping them grow into warriors with our past experiences. Thank you, for talking to me. I think I'm ready." His tail brushed slightly to the side.

The patterned she-cat gave a nod. "Anytime." She purred, standing and walking to her nest. She lays down in it. "I hope to be making you a nest with us soon."She purred. Her eyes rested on to tom one last time, taking in his appearance. She would remember this tom for the next encounter they may make.Phospherrose simply nods and curling up.

[WindsHowl]

Bat'Sight stood up, giving the she-cat a nod as she walked off. He turned to her voice, "I hope so too" and padded out of the den off into the clearing, hoping he knew where he was going.

[Freesia]

Sunsnow limped into camp, wincing. His claw had been caught on something and had been torn out when he was trying to get free. Blood was all over him, but he was not planning on going to the medicine den. Sunsnow was far too prideful for that! He hobbled off towards the fresh-kill pile...

Delta

Tallmarsh was sitting in camp, under the same tree she'd sat under when she and Passionstar had finally had their conversation after the battle and the loss of his first life. She spotted the injured cat before the scent of blood hit her nose. The medicine cat sprung to her feet and raced over to intercept the tom as he made his way over to the fresh-kill pile. "Come on, come to my den," she said through clenched teeth. It seemed like Sunsnow was just trying to 'walk it off', when he should've been making a beeline for the medicine den. Tallmarsh knew that paw wounds were especially susceptible to infection, so the sooner she treated them, the better. She turned to head back towards her den, expecting the warrior to follow her.

[Vessel]

Tallmarsh was sitting in camp, under the same tree she'd sat under when she and Passionstar had finally had their conversation after the battle and the loss of his first life. She spotted the injured cat before the scent of blood hit her nose. The medicine cat sprung to her feet and raced over to intercept the tom as he made his way over to the fresh-kill pile. "Come on, come to my den," she said through clenched teeth. It seemed like Sunsnow was just trying to 'walk it off', when he should've been making a beeline for the medicine den. Tallmarsh knew that paw wounds were especially susceptible to infection, so the sooner she treated them, the better. She turned to head back towards her den, expecting the warrior to follow her.

Sunsnow glanced around, seemingly anxious. "But I've got to talk to someone about getting on patrol soon! I've not been on many as of late, and I don't want to be accused of laziness!" Sunsnow was, of course, lazy, though he certainly wasn't going to say so. "I'll be fine! It's just a pulled-out claw, nothing to worry about!" He then saw that Tallmarsh was walking away. Okay then... Sunsnow began walking in the opposite direction of the medicine den.

[|+sari+|]

{ Calliecat }

It was another day in Leaf-fall, with the days getting chillier. Most were dreading the cold weather that was to come. A fat grey tabby tom was asleep underneath a bramble bush, taking a well-deserved nap after having worked hard all day helping rebuild the camp. Bumblestep had his nose tucked underneath his paws, his tail tip twitching as he slumbered. He was sleeping quite well when some squealing kits ran past, awaking him. Groaning with slight annoyance, he laid there a moment, blinking and debating whether to move somewhere quieter and catch a few more z's, or just give up on sleep and grab a lil' something to eat, however his belly growled suddenly so he chose the latter. Heaving himself heavily to his paws, the large tom padded up to the fresh-kill pile, tiredly scanning the pile for a suitable meal. Ever since the fire good prey has been hard to find. Suddenly somecat came up beside him, and he lazily turned his gaze to them. It took his slow brain a few moments to register them as Wrenfeather, so he stood there a moment, blinking down at the smaller cat. Suddenly he realized who the she-cat was, and he smiled lazily. "Oh, hello, Wren," he meowed to his Clanmate. Bumblestep honestly didn't know anything about the she-cat, since he's never spoken to her, but the company was nice. "Come to grab something to eat, too?," he inquired, nodding at the fresh-kill. The heavyset grey tabby casually took a squirrel in his maw, it wasn't enough to fill his big belly, but he didn't think it a good idea to eat too much, with prey being so scarce right now.

[Calliecat]

{ Calliecat }

It was another day in Leaf-fall, with the days getting chillier. Most were dreading the cold weather that was to come. A fat grey tabby tom was asleep underneath a bramble bush, taking a well-deserved nap after having worked hard all day helping rebuild the camp. Bumblestep had his nose tucked underneath his paws, his tail tip twitching as he slumbered. He was sleeping quite well when some squealing kits ran past, awaking him. Groaning with slight annoyance, he laid there a moment, blinking and debating whether to move somewhere quieter and catch a few more z's, or just give up on sleep and grab a lil' something to eat, however his belly growled suddenly so he chose the latter. Heaving himself heavily to his paws, the large tom padded up to the fresh-kill pile, tiredly scanning the pile for a suitable meal. Ever since the fire good prey has been hard to find. Suddenly somecat came up beside him, and he lazily turned his gaze to them. It took his slow brain a few moments to register them as Wrenfeather, so he stood there a moment, blinking down at the smaller cat. Suddenly he realized who the she-cat was, and he smiled lazily. "Oh, hello, Wren," he meowed to his Clanmate. Bumblestep honestly didn't know anything about the she-cat, since he's never spoken to her, but the company was nice. "Come to grab something to eat, too?," he inquired, nodding at the fresh-kill. The heavyset grey tabby casually took a squirrel in his maw, it wasn't enough to fill his big belly, but he didn't think it a good idea to eat too much, with prey being so scarce right now.
Wrenfeather had just returned from a hunting patrol with Gingerscruff and Tigerstripe, and although she'd nearly caught a mouse between her paws, it had scrambled away at the last moment. Now that she and the others were back empty-pawed, she was sure Flintstar would be disappointed - she spoke a few words with Gingerscruff, telling him to go speak to the ThunderClan leader. He nodded and went off to do so, leaving Wrenfeather to go scrounge for something to eat on the half-empty fresh-kill pile. As she approached she spied Bumblestep, casually studying the droopy-looking prey. "Hi," she meowed, "Yup, I was just going to tuck in, actually. No luck on Tigerstripe's hunting patrol," she sighed, leaning down to scoop up a small thrush, "Want to go sit by the stump?"

[RedHead]

[START OF PLOT]
(You may mention me in your responses but please do not quote this post!)

His mind was made. This was going to happen. Thunderclan needed an incentive and he was willing to give them one. He wasn’t sure what the reaction from the clan would be, but whether it be good or bad, it would spark some discussion. And his clan needed that. They needed to be able to use their brains and interact with their clanmates. Plus he was going to go through with his plan no matter the reaction.
Sitting at the bottom of the highpeak, Flintstar let his gaze roam over the clearing. He had sent out early patrols so the entirety of Thunderclan was in the camp and could hear his announcement when he gave it. There were some cats milling about, but most were probably tucked away in their dens, trying to get comfortable before the oncoming cold night came. He’d heard quite a few complaints about drafty dens. He was leaving it to the cats to fix it themselves if they needed to. He knew that the nursery, medicine, and elder’s den were completely draft free, and that’s what mattered most to him. The apprentices and the warriors could fix their own dens.

Preparing himself, the leader leaped up onto the rock that would allow him a higher standpoint to jump up onto the highpeak. The rock was a little slippery with soot and he fumbled, but managed to stay upright. With more careful movements, he bounded up to the top of the highpeak. Once he’d secured his footing atop the rock, he took a moment and stared out over the clan from his new vantage point. Then, Flintstar took a deep breath and yowled to gather his clan.
“Let all cats gather here beneath the highpeak for a clan meeting!”

[Moonraven]

RedHead

Cleaning herself near the warrior's den, an alluring flame-point raised her rosetta ears as she heard the clan leader's call. She moved with silent grace to settle near the front of the gathering cats. Dragonlily faintly wondered what this meeting was about. She doubted it had to do with the slightly cooler dens, and assumed Flintstar had yet to decided on a deputy. The restoration for camp has been going rather well. The motherly feline stopped bothering to pick her brain and waited patiently for the tom to speak. Behind her two more cats gathered some tail lengths away, a young dark ginger she-cat with bright green eyes and an older broad-shouldered tom with mismatched eyes. Wildfire and Riddlemask both disliked sitting in front, it always felt like they were going to get scolded for something or other even when they hadn't done anything particularly bad.

[Pepperkins]

@RedHead

Slipping out the nursery as she usually was, the bright flame on black claws crawled out into the sunlight, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. With a wide yawn, Blossomclaw tilted her ears towards the sound of her leader's call. Sighing, a bit of annoyance at being bothered when she was with the kits, the orange she-cat made her way to the middle of the crowd. It didn't seem anyone was honestly here yet, so wondering what this meeting was about yet was the last thing on her mind. Insted she decided to daydream of games to entertain the kits with. She also happenwd to wonder when her next patrol was out of habit. After a moment she shook her head to clear it and focused up on her leader, eyes glowing exitedly as she hoped the drafty dens would be taken care of soon.

[Haunted]

The large tom’s head tilted slightly. He knew Junipertail well enough to know that simply coming to spend some time with him wasn’t her sole purpose. She wasn’t exactly quiet about her opinions, as he’d learned.
There it is. He snickered to himself as she began rambling about her current state. The tom listened politely, thankful for the distraction from the looming task of cleaning out the den in front of him.

He chuckled as she finished her ramblings, shaking his head. “We all got a pretty good beating out there, didn’t we? I doubt any of us are any sort of pretty right now. So don’t feel like you’re unique.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his green eyes as he said this, a smile playing on his maw.
At her compliment though, Flintstar frowned. “I suppose I did do the best I could. Everything just came on too fast though. I was definitely thrown into something I wasn’t ready for.” His ears dropped slightly in embarrassment. He’d been deputy for nearly a whole season, and, even after a moon, the task of being leader continued to be a daunting role he had to fill. “But thank you for your compliment anyways, I’ll take any positivity I can get.” He smiled at her, before the sound of approaching paw-steps diverted his attention.

“Ah Twistedstalk!” The leader gave her a toothy smile, glad to see one of the clan’s hardest workers. Maybe she’d be open to helping me clean out this den. He waved his tail towards the ashy, branch covered entrance of the leader’s den. “Yes, I would certainly love some help from both of you to help clean up this monstrosity.” His smile faltered slightly as he glanced up the ashy highpeak. ”I haven’t let anyone touch it yet, it’s a job for myself to do, but.... I’m kinda scared... if that makes any sense.” Flintstar shook his head in exasperation, mostly at himself. “I guess I’m just a big baby about these things. I didn’t take... Passionstar’s death very well.” Most cats wouldn’t see that on the surface though, as Flintstar had been thrown headfirst into being leader and leading his clan the through a harsh time. There hadn’t even been a proper vigil for the former leader. Something with which Flintstar was still slightly upset about. He also was upset that Passionstar hadn’t given him a life or even visited him. But that’s in the past. I’m just being petty now.



"I s'pose so." Twistedstalk raised a 'brow', eyeing what she could of the leader's den, and snorted softly at the mess. The pale dapples of her pelt disappeared as she snuffled at the start of the den, scouting out what really needed to be sorted out first, and then making a mental list of this. She was so focused at the task at hand, she almost didn't catch the latter of Flintstar's words, but she managed to perk her ears just in time. In this moment her grey eyes softened and she softly padded over to his side, trying to find the right words to placate the tom..for the moment at least. A sullen cat, wouldn't make a helpful cat, and the clan needed all the help it could right now.

With a gentle sigh, she prodded Flintstar's side with a paw; "We all did, my good Flintstar. We all took it hard. The fire was very unexpected, and caused a good many losses," Twistedstalk's voice seemed to mellow out as she spoke, a hint of wistful saddness buried deep in her Southern tones, "But also, after the devastation of a fire, what comes next? Rebirth. Regrowth. New life. Thunderclan will survive." At this last statement, she tipped her cranium in a kind of solute, "And we need you to lead us, Flintstar." She gave a toothy grin as a sort of return of his as she had approached, "So come now, dear leader, and let's get that den sorted out before it's infested with rats."

[sunflowers.]

RedHead
Adderfrost instantly padded up, his fur groomed and his blue eyes bright. The small siamese tom wanted to prove himself to Flintstar, to prove he was ready. Ready to be deputy.. He thought to himself. He looked up a the leader, waiting. I can prove myself. I can and I will.

[Haunted]

RedHead

Twistedstalk had zoned out again, slumped in a corner of the clearing with a bundle of marigold at her mittens. She had worn herself out. Again. "Clan..needs..Oh right! The herbs!" She was instantly on her paws and scuttling over towards the Medicine Den to deliver the bundle of fragile flowers to Tallmarsh when - a clan meeting? Right now?

She shook her head of her growing panic, and felt herself pelting the rest of the way to her target, the medicine den, and plopped the herbs at the mouth of the den [out of the sunlight, as to stay fresh]. Nextly, she darted back out to plant herself near the fringes of the crowd of rowdy Warriors, all anxious for
whatever the announcements were, and finally caught her breath. "I need to slow down, hah..hah.." She panted softly, to no one in particular.

[Madelaine]

| RedHead; |

Waterheart padded out of the nursery, her now round belly dragged along the ground as she sat beside the other queens. The forever queen settled down and looked at her new leader with a questioning stare. She didn't know what this meeting was about, but was willing to listen to whatever Flintstar had to say. Waterheart looked into the nursery, hoping her adopted kits didn't wake up. They were both very playful and she didn't want them being too loud. Waterheart saw another queen walk out of the nursery as well, but she didn't move to go over and talk to her.

[Moonraven]

[Open to any apprentices who wants to help]

Phoenixpaw finished clearing out the debris and old sooty bedding or rather what was left of it on one side. She glanced over her shoulder at the tawny pelted tom who was snarling at something caught on his paw. She watches her brother for a few more seconds before shaking her head back and forth and padding over to him as he muttered a few cat curses that would have had Riddlemask growling at him. "Hold still." She meowed, carefully pulling off dark moss off his paw with her own. She got a glare in return for her help but that was expected with Apocalypsepaw. "Why don't go and gather some stuff for the bedding? Dragonlily and Riddlemask left some out there earlier." She meowed, tail waving back and forth. Phoenixpaw liked keeping busy. It was easier to deal with stuff when you were busy. Apocalypsepaw was only here because Dragonlily asked/lectured him until his ears were about to fall off. "Ask if anyone would like to help too!" She called out to her brother who decided to act like he hadn't heard her. He wasn't going to ask. Even though the camp was mostly up and running there was still some work to do here and there, like clean out dens and what not.

[Vexing]

RedHead

Otter emerged from the territory, gasping and panting as he saw that the clan was beginning to gather around Flintstar for what he assumed to be a meeting. He quickly stumbled into the clearing and into a sitting position in front of the-highrock was it?-and looked up at Flintstar with his chest puffed out and his eyes wide from fear of being late. He wanted to ask the cats around him what he had missed but right now didn't exactly seem like a time for talking to his new fellow clanmates.

[Sharp moon]

RedHead
The tom took his place by the Highpeak looking up at the new leader with a serious, yet friendly face, he tilted his head wondering what could his leader be calling for
Deputy! Or am i wrong? Rockclaw thought to himself, as he focused, so he could hear Flintstar clearly, not to mention his fur in his ears almost hard for him to hear, his paws nervously shuffling.

[RedHead]

The leader silently watched his clan gather, his green eyes glittering with excitement at the prospect of his plan he was about to announce. He couldn’t wait, there was a kit-like excitement buzzing around his body as he awaited enough cats to gather below him before he started speaking. Once he had quite a few pairs of eyes turned on him, Flintstar decided he could begin. Any stragglers would be caught up with the news quickly, so he didn’t have to worry that not every cat was here yet.
“Cats of Thunderclan,” he began, pausing so he made sure that he had everyone’s attention. After hearing the clearing below grow silent, the tom continued. “As many of you know, Thunderclan has sat on the sidelines for many moons. Yes, it has been a time of peace, and we may not have had any enemies. But we don’t have allies either. We simply don’t seem to interact with the other clans much at all.” He let his words hang in the air a moment, before he continued with his next statement. “And all of you know how gravely we have suffered from the fire. Our camp is functional, but not at the glory it was once at. Our territory offers us little shelter and little prey. We’ve sunk low, and i can tell, all of your spirits seem to be down. So I propose that it is time for Thunderclan to adapt.”
He lifted his head higher as he finished that statement, listening to the murmurs below that were sure to come. But he was not finished yet. He had to get to the point of this meeting, after all. So, he spoke with a loud voice once again to regain his clan’s attention.
“To adapt, I believe it is in our best interests to take a section of territory from another clan.” He paused to take a breath. “Our burnt territory offers us little prey, and with the oncoming leaf-bare, we will surely starve unless we are able to secure a piece of territory over one of our borders that offers a better supply of prey than what we currently have.” Flintstar swept his tail around his paws, taking a comfortable seat on the highpeak as he looked down at his clan. “Now, this plan is pretty set in stone, and I will discuss further details later on, but for now, I would like to hear my clan’s thoughts on the matter.” He swept his tail over the clan, signaling them to voice their support. Or their opposition.

[Vessel]

Sunsnow was eager to jump in. Finally, a leader was speaking his language! "I completely agree!" The orange tom said from the back of the group. "We need to do something! Surely Starclan would agree as well- I'm certain they wouldn't approve of an entire clan starving to death!" He shuddered at the thought. I'll take a comfortable supply of prey over peace any day... "This could eventually lead to Thunderclan having the most plentiful prey out of all the clans, too, when the territory grows back from the fire! We could have a great advantage!" Sunsnow flicked his tail in anticipation. Although he wasn't much for actually getting his paws dirty in battles, he could get used to having a voice in the planning!

RedHead

[Moonraven]

RedHead
As more cats gathered around to listen to Flintstar, Dragonlily's interest picked up as the tom started speaking. She digested his words, piece by pieces. It was true that Thunderclan had been somewhat rather peaceful...at least concerning the other clans. It's been nice not having to worry about blood being spilled and all of that with the cold months coming up. However, the fire had been more than enough for Thunderclan to deal with. The flame-point's face pitched itself up at the word adapt, she was hoping whatever next was said wouldn't be something outrageous. She relaxed, however, once he merely said he wanted to take more territory for the clan. That wasn't as bad as what she had running through her mind.

As much as Dragonlily liked to consider herself a peaceful cat, she had no issue fighting tooth and claw for her clan. She had a desire to fight and see the clan thrive even at the cost of another's livelihood. If taking land and prey from another clan would ensure that Thunderclan remained strong than that was what had to be done. She was in full support of Flintstar's plan and would do whatever was asked of her to help him and her clanmates carry it out. As one cat spoke up in agreement, Dragonlily added her own voice to the masses. "Peace won't fill bellies. If taking territory from another is what must be done to make sure Thunderclan stands strong then I say we do it." She let it be known that no one would hear any objections for her. All that matter to her was Thunderclan and supporting those in it even if it cost her her life. Whatever consequences that came with these actions, with extra territory and prey she was sure the clan would be able to face together.

[Sharp moon]

@RedHead
Rockclaw was going to be the first one to disagreeto this, but he held his tongue not saying anything but shaking his head."I can't agree to this." He mumbled to himself knowing if he tried to say it out loud, it would only make the leader and others furious of him.

Rockclaw had to betray his own words. "I also agree with this." He spoke out loud, But is it necessary to fight for something that's not worth fighting for?

[sunflowers.]

RedHead

"I believe this is what is best for us, Flintstar." Adderfrost spoke up. He beamed with excitement and eagerness. To prove himself, he must help around the clan. "If you would like, I can lead something out that way. I want to help ThunderClan as much as possible."

[lone]

The large tom’s head tilted slightly. He knew Junipertail well enough to know that simply coming to spend some time with him wasn’t her sole purpose. She wasn’t exactly quiet about her opinions, as he’d learned.
There it is. He snickered to himself as she began rambling about her current state. The tom listened politely, thankful for the distraction from the looming task of cleaning out the den in front of him.

He chuckled as she finished her ramblings, shaking his head. “We all got a pretty good beating out there, didn’t we? I doubt any of us are any sort of pretty right now. So don’t feel like you’re unique.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his green eyes as he said this, a smile playing on his maw.
At her compliment though, Flintstar frowned. “I suppose I did do the best I could. Everything just came on too fast though. I was definitely thrown into something I wasn’t ready for.” His ears dropped slightly in embarrassment. He’d been deputy for nearly a whole season, and, even after a moon, the task of being leader continued to be a daunting role he had to fill. “But thank you for your compliment anyways, I’ll take any positivity I can get.” He smiled at her, before the sound of approaching paw-steps diverted his attention.

“Ah Twistedstalk!” The leader gave her a toothy smile, glad to see one of the clan’s hardest workers. Maybe she’d be open to helping me clean out this den. He waved his tail towards the ashy, branch covered entrance of the leader’s den. “Yes, I would certainly love some help from both of you to help clean up this monstrosity.” His smile faltered slightly as he glanced up the ashy highpeak. ”I haven’t let anyone touch it yet, it’s a job for myself to do, but.... I’m kinda scared... if that makes any sense.” Flintstar shook his head in exasperation, mostly at himself. “I guess I’m just a big baby about these things. I didn’t take... Passionstar’s death very well.” Most cats wouldn’t see that on the surface though, as Flintstar had been thrown headfirst into being leader and leading his clan the through a harsh time. There hadn’t even been a proper vigil for the former leader. Something with which Flintstar was still slightly upset about. He also was upset that Passionstar hadn’t given him a life or even visited him. But that’s in the past. I’m just being petty now.


"I s'pose so." Twistedstalk raised a 'brow', eyeing what she could of the leader's den, and snorted softly at the mess. The pale dapples of her pelt disappeared as she snuffled at the start of the den, scouting out what really needed to be sorted out first, and then making a mental list of this. She was so focused at the task at hand, she almost didn't catch the latter of Flintstar's words, but she managed to perk her ears just in time. In this moment her grey eyes softened and she softly padded over to his side, trying to find the right words to placate the tom..for the moment at least. A sullen cat, wouldn't make a helpful cat, and the clan needed all the help it could right now.

With a gentle sigh, she prodded Flintstar's side with a paw; "We all did, my good Flintstar. We all took it hard. The fire was very unexpected, and caused a good many losses," Twistedstalk's voice seemed to mellow out as she spoke, a hint of wistful saddness buried deep in her Southern tones, "But also, after the devastation of a fire, what comes next? Rebirth. Regrowth. New life. Thunderclan will survive." At this last statement, she tipped her cranium in a kind of solute, "And we need you to lead us, Flintstar." She gave a toothy grin as a sort of return of his as she had approached, "So come now, dear leader, and let's get that den sorted out before it's infested with rats."
Junipertail scoffed at his comment. Was he brushing her off? It wasn't funny! "Well, I'm pretty now. Thanks to us being back here." The clearing, despite having no sort of magical hold over her appearance, at least made Junipertail feel better. She'd had the energy to clean herself up more, and now that she wasn't laying out in the woods among the bugs and dirt and StarClan knew what else, she definitely felt more like herself. Not to mention, she'd finally gotten all that off her chest, so now she was doing even better than before.

"Oh, it's my pleasure." Although a flicker of worry went through her mind for Flintstar (their leader should be in a solid mental state, shouldn't he?), Junipertail soon put it aside as Twistedstalk approached. The other she-cat was a hard worker, something Junipertail herself lacked, and while she didn't know Twistedstalk very well, she guessed she was about to. Annoyed at being ignored, the she-cat cleared her throat (loudly) and flashed Twistedstalk a charming (albeit forced) smile.

"Of course, that would be fantastic. Have fun." She was preparing to leave (the last thing she wanted to do was get covered in ash) when Flintstar asked for both of their help. Junipertail sighed. She shifted her weight, trying to avoid giving an answer before heaving another, more dramatic sigh.

"If I must." As she headed towards the ash-covered den, the she-cat thought back on what he'd said after asking for helping cleaning it up. "You know, being hard on yourself isn't going to help anyone. Find some confidence in yourself, or do I have to develop mind-control and force you to find it?" That was all the advice Junipertail would give for that day. This was her being a dedicated warrior and a good clanmate. Enjoy it while it lasts, because I'm going to sleep after this. There wasn't a doubt in her mind.

She scoffed again at Twistedstalk's advice; it sounded weird to her ears, but, while she was attempting this whole "good clanmate" thing, she chose to keep her mouth shut. Besides, she could have a mental conversation with herself, couldn't she? Glancing up at the ugly-looking den, Junipertail gave a dramatic groan, ears pinning back against her head. "Alright. Let's do what needs to be done here." Mainly so I can go to sleep.

[wren]

RedHead

Roaringthunder had emerged from the den just in time to catch the tail end of the explanation. Not soon after the passing of their own leader Flintstar seemed pretty set on taking territory for them- he wondered whether or not Passionstar would’ve done the same. The large grey tom had seated himself just outside the group watching as the cats bickered amongst each other.
The tom was quiet for the most part head shifting to each cat to hear their input then back to another as ideas bounced from one cat to the next. He was a senior warrior scars telling the stories of his experiences. “Have we thought to ask? Discuss this amongst the other leaders?” his voice was hollow and monotone. He wondered when the next gathering would swing around, it was bound to be soon. He hadn’t been paying as close attention as he’d been focused on rebuilding and salvaging what he could from camp- perhaps it was too early in the moon for another gathering. Then he guessed in a sense he could just go and claim what he could. “I-“ he paused again then quickly withdrew his thought.

———

Tangleburr had been seated just beneath the highpeak ears angled to listen as Flintstar spoke. She wasn’t enthused to hear they’d be searching to steal territory though the idea was... well it made sense to say the least.
She was convinced it would mean battle, nothing they did in this situation wouldn’t end up in some sorts of conflict. Even now the cats seemed hesitant to share their opinions freely. She examined as the cats piped up or seemed to quiet down, Rockclaw seemed quite hesitant. She would’ve brought it up but rather kept herself quiet. Most cats seemed eager eith the idea, yet she pondered the possibility of a battle that could be drawn from this conclusion. Could thunderclan suffer another hit? Especially drawing nearer to the colder seasons it meant that if- or rather when they encountered resistance from the clan they chose to steal from that good warriors would be sent into the battle. Receiving wounds and being weak and at the same time not having consistant prey flow would stunt growth. Even then there was pros and cons... having the extra territory as he’d said meant they’d be given more space, at the expense of lives and possibly moons of recovery. The suggestion was up in the air.. it could go any way.

[lone]

Rosebriar wasn't opposed to taking what was needed. Whether that was attention (good or bad), prey (she'd eat out in the territory at times), or company, she'd do what it took to get it. Flintstar's plan sounded... risky, to her. True, the other Clan might not notice, but what would happen when they did? "Have you thought about what happens when they realize we did it?" She asked, watching the leader carefully. Hey, if it came down to it, she'd do what it took. She was used to taking risks; if this was the plan, she was on board. Might as well get her thoughts out first, though. "Besides, wouldn't it be easier to take some territory from the outskirts, or something?" Maybe there wouldn't be as much prey, but it would involve less risk. Still.. if they wanted to go down this weird, risky path, she was with them.

"But hey, you feel like pushing some boundaries? I'm there."

RedHead

[lone]

[Open to any apprentices who wants to help]

Phoenixpaw finished clearing out the debris and old sooty bedding or rather what was left of it on one side. She glanced over her shoulder at the tawny pelted tom who was snarling at something caught on his paw. She watches her brother for a few more seconds before shaking her head back and forth and padding over to him as he muttered a few cat curses that would have had Riddlemask growling at him. "Hold still." She meowed, carefully pulling off dark moss off his paw with her own. She got a glare in return for her help but that was expected with Apocalypsepaw. "Why don't go and gather some stuff for the bedding? Dragonlily and Riddlemask left some out there earlier." She meowed, tail waving back and forth. Phoenixpaw liked keeping busy. It was easier to deal with stuff when you were busy. Apocalypsepaw was only here because Dragonlily asked/lectured him until his ears were about to fall off. "Ask if anyone would like to help too!" She called out to her brother who decided to act like he hadn't heard her. He wasn't going to ask. Even though the camp was mostly up and running there was still some work to do here and there, like clean out dens and what not.

Adderpaw was filled to the brim with energy. For the most part, the rebuilding of the camp was boring, especially when he was surrounded by stuffy warriors who wanted to do nothing but criticize the way he did things. Were they even trying to help, or were they just there to bother apprentices? Despite his annoyance at the rebuilding efforts, the apprentices' den was more important to him than his wish to go find something exciting to do, and as a result, he trotted in with his tail up, prepared to do whatever he could to help.

The entire den was a mess in general. The fire had really taken it out of the clearing, and their poor den hadn't managed to fare any better than the rest of the clearing. Spotting a she-cat near the back of the den, Adderpaw's ears flicked forward in a pleased manner. "Oh! Hey, you look like you've started on restoring this," He mewed, with a friendly grin in her direction. "How about helping a fellow apprentice out and giving him something to do, yeah?" At the very least, he wouldn't be bored anymore. This would give him someone to talk to.

[|+sari+|]

owlWrenfeather had just returned from a hunting patrol with Gingerscruff and Tigerstripe, and although she'd nearly caught a mouse between her paws, it had scrambled away at the last moment. Now that she and the others were back empty-pawed, she was sure Flintstar would be disappointed - she spoke a few words with Gingerscruff, telling him to go speak to the ThunderClan leader. He nodded and went off to do so, leaving Wrenfeather to go scrounge for something to eat on the half-empty fresh-kill pile. As she approached she spied Bumblestep, casually studying the droopy-looking prey. "Hi," she meowed, "Yup, I was just going to tuck in, actually. No luck on Tigerstripe's hunting patrol," she sighed, leaning down to scoop up a small thrush, "Want to go sit by the stump?"

Bumblestep raised a brow in surprise at her offer for him to eat with her, tilting his head in slight confusion. Nobody's ever wanted to eat with him before; he's usually too nervous to ask, so he always ate alone. After a moment he gave a thankful nod and padded over to the stump in the corner of camp, leading the way. Once he reached the stump, he settled down, tucking into his meal. After a few bites, the heavyset grey tabby swallowed and glanced up at his new companion, searching his mind for some topic of conversation. And, since he wasn't the most intelligent of cats, this wasn't an easy proccess for him. He hummed a few moments as he thought, until finally something came to mind. "So, Wrenfeather... I think our clan is recovering from the fire quite well, don't you?," he inquired, slowly blinking his green orbs at her.

[Calliecat]

owl

Bumblestep raised a brow in surprise at her offer for him to eat with her, tilting his head in slight confusion. Nobody's ever wanted to eat with him before; he's usually too nervous to ask, so he always ate alone. After a moment he gave a thankful nod and padded over to the stump in the corner of camp, leading the way. Once he reached the stump, he settled down, tucking into his meal. After a few bites, the heavyset grey tabby swallowed and glanced up at his new companion, searching his mind for some topic of conversation. And, since he wasn't the most intelligent of cats, this wasn't an easy proccess for him. He hummed a few moments as he thought, until finally something came to mind. "So, Wrenfeather... I think our clan is recovering from the fire quite well, don't you?," he inquired, slowly blinking his green orbs at her.
"Agreed," Wrenfeather nodded her tabby head, plopping down next to Bumbestep and nibbling at the fresh-kill at her paws, "Some of the cats are complaining about it, though. Can't say I blame them to be honest. Prey's scarce, and I have to admit it sucks," she sighed, looking around camp with twitching ears. She'd hardly spent any time with Bumblestep, and although she wasn't one to judge, maybe the chubby tom should eat less. It seemed to her that he was eating half a fresh-kill pile a day, and that took away from the kits, elders, queens, and other able-bodied warriors. She twitched her tail.

[Haunted]

Junipertail scoffed at his comment. Was he brushing her off? It wasn't funny! "Well, I'm pretty now. Thanks to us being back here." The clearing, despite having no sort of magical hold over her appearance, at least made Junipertail feel better. She'd had the energy to clean herself up more, and now that she wasn't laying out in the woods among the bugs and dirt and StarClan knew what else, she definitely felt more like herself. Not to mention, she'd finally gotten all that off her chest, so now she was doing even better than before.

"Oh, it's my pleasure." Although a flicker of worry went through her mind for Flintstar (their leader should be in a solid mental state, shouldn't he?), Junipertail soon put it aside as Twistedstalk approached. The other she-cat was a hard worker, something Junipertail herself lacked, and while she didn't know Twistedstalk very well, she guessed she was about to. Annoyed at being ignored, the she-cat cleared her throat (loudly) and flashed Twistedstalk a charming (albeit forced) smile.

"Of course, that would be fantastic. Have fun." She was preparing to leave (the last thing she wanted to do was get covered in ash) when Flintstar asked for both of their help. Junipertail sighed. She shifted her weight, trying to avoid giving an answer before heaving another, more dramatic sigh.

"If I must." As she headed towards the ash-covered den, the she-cat thought back on what he'd said after asking for helping cleaning it up. "You know, being hard on yourself isn't going to help anyone. Find some confidence in yourself, or do I have to develop mind-control and force you to find it?" That was all the advice Junipertail would give for that day. This was her being a dedicated warrior and a good clanmate. Enjoy it while it lasts, because I'm going to sleep after this. There wasn't a doubt in her mind.

She scoffed again at Twistedstalk's advice; it sounded weird to her ears, but, while she was attempting this whole "good clanmate" thing, she chose to keep her mouth shut. Besides, she could have a mental conversation with herself, couldn't she? Glancing up at the ugly-looking den, Junipertail gave a dramatic groan, ears pinning back against her head. "Alright. Let's do what needs to be done here." Mainly so I can go to sleep.

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Twistedstalk listed to Junipertail's advice next to her own with attentive ears, casting a sideways glance towards the uneager feline; despite the dainty character she played, she did carry well-spoken tongue with advice perhaps the leader needed most. Twistedstalk herself couldn't always find the words to weave together a good speech in front of her clanmates - she extremely disliked speaking in front of large crowds, even hating being present in these such crowds, and much preferred little troops like the one at the moment. Somehow, the slender feline didn't mind speaking to the leader like mostly any other cat, and even viewed him as a friend, in a way. She didn't formally know the tom, but she did believe him a reliable person, as well as this pretty lady on her flank.

Speaking off the other molly, it seemed she didn't share a mutual respect with Twistedstalk - she seemed a bit standoffish, but Twisted could figure out a way past that. She could take anyone on as an ally at this point. Her days of sitting around in a corner were done, the fire showed that. She had a tight-knit love for her clanmates, and was determined to gain the friendship of anyone she could, despite her more inward nature. She did enjoy her time alone, of course, as any respectable introvert would, but she wanted this. And she wanted this now.

She almost could've done a happy dance when she heard the seemingly most unbelievable statement from the other molly, to actually get on the den. Twistedstalk found herself airily crossing back over towards the leader's den, a chipper grin sprawled over her features, and tossed a, "Righty O' chaps, let's dig in!" Over her shoulder with the excitement of a kit about to be apprenticed.

[Pepperkins]

Blossomclaw winced at the idea but didn't quite say anything yet. Taking another clan's territory? Dangerous if she was asked. To be honest, she didn't care what happened as long as the kits were alright during the whole thing. Flicking her ear and wrapping her tail around her, she looked up to the leader with disdain. "Wouldn't it be better to just ask if the other clans could help, since they haven't suffered from the fire?" She suggested, half hoping she wouldn't actually be heard. Looking around once more, she debated leaving as everyone else seemed fine with the plan. She wouldn't be missed, right?
RedHead

[dino.]

RedHead

Buckbranch sprang to his paws with a furious yowl. "This is an outrage!" he bellowed at Flintstar. His green eyes blazed with ire, his fangs flashed as he lifted his lips in a snarl. "Are you out of your damn mind, Flintstar?" he continued to shout. "This would leave us at war with the Clans! The forest will grow back and the prey will return; fallen Clanmates will do neither! We are weak and recovering; we couldn't win a fight if we wanted to! Which Clan would you be targeting, Flintstar? Which Clan?" The tortoiseshell's voice was beginning to shake. He swallowed to control it and when he spoke again he addressed not just Flintstar but the entirety of the gathered cats.

"This is madness, can't you see?" he spat. "Who among you would deprive innocent kits and elders of prey? Leafbare is almost upon us. I will not be responsible for the deaths of kits. I will not stand for it!" He turned his hateful glare back to Flintstar. "What's stopping me from warning the other Clans, huh? Believe me, I'll run outta here in a heartbeat. This is murder!"

[Freesia]

Sunsnow glanced around, seemingly anxious. "But I've got to talk to someone about getting on patrol soon! I've not been on many as of late, and I don't want to be accused of laziness!" Sunsnow was, of course, lazy, though he certainly wasn't going to say so. "I'll be fine! It's just a pulled-out claw, nothing to worry about!" He then saw that Tallmarsh was walking away. Okay then... Sunsnow began walking in the opposite direction of the medicine den.

Tallmarsh glanced over her shoulder to make sure Sunsnow was following her, and, upon seeing that he was walking the opposite way, she spun around and jogged to catch up with him. "Where do you think you're going? If you don't let me treat that it'll get infected. And if it gets infected, you won't be able to go on any patrols. So come to my den and let me treat your paw," she growled. It was her job to make sure the Clan stayed healthy, and she wouldn't be doing her job if there was a warrior walking around with an injured paw.

[sunflowers.]

@RedHead (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=40)

Buckbranch sprang to his paws with a furious yowl. "This is an outrage!" he bellowed at Flintstar. His green eyes blazed with ire, his fangs flashed as he lifted his lips in a snarl. "Are you out of your damn mind, Flintstar?" he continued to shout. "This would leave us at war with the Clans! The forest will grow back and the prey will return; fallen Clanmates will do neither! We are weak and recovering; we couldn't win a fight if we wanted to! Which Clan would you be targeting, Flintstar? Which Clan?" The tortoiseshell's voice was beginning to shake. He swallowed to control it and when he spoke again he addressed not just Flintstar but the entirety of the gathered cats.

"This is madness, can't you see?" he spat. "Who among you would deprive innocent kits and elders of prey? Leafbare is almost upon us. I will not be responsible for the deaths of kits. I will not stand for it!" He turned his hateful glare back to Flintstar. "What's stopping me from warning the other Clans, huh? Believe me, I'll run outta here in a heartbeat. This is murder!"




@RedHead (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=40)
Adderfrost was shocked at his clanmates anger toward Flintstar. He turned toward the tom that spoke, blue eyes locked on him. "Flintstar wants to do what is best for us, don't you see? He wants our clan to grow great. I will help him toward that goal." He turned to Flintstar, but adressed all of them. "I am willing to sacrifice my safety for that of ThunderClan. That is what we vowed when we became warriors. If fighting for my clan and the fire has taught me anything, it's to stand by my clan no matter what is asked of me, no matter if I'm scared."

[dino.]

@RedHead (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=40)
Adderfrost was shocked at his clanmates anger toward Flintstar. He turned toward the tom that spoke, blue eyes locked on him. "Flintstar wants to do what is best for us, don't you see? He wants our clan to grow great. I will help him toward that goal." He turned to Flintstar, but adressed all of them. "I am willing to sacrifice my safety for that of ThunderClan. That is what we vowed when we became warriors. If fighting for my clan and the fire has taught me anything, it's to stand by my clan no matter what is asked of me, no matter if I'm scared."
RedHead
Buckbranch thrust his muzzle into Adderfrost's face, eyes ablaze. "Listen to me and listen well," he hissed. "It would be so much easier, and so much wiser, to ask the others for help. Stealing territory is impulsive and dangerous. It will lead to war, you can bet on that." He stepped away, throwing an angry glance toward Fintstar as he did. "If you want to run to your death, that's fine by me." He lowered his voice, concious of the others around. "But whether Flintstar, you, or anyone else likes it or not, I will find a way to pass this on to the rest of the Clans." The tortoiseshell backed away, returned his attention to the leader. His quiet meow rose into a threatening caterwaul. "I sure hope you aren't thinking about ShadowClan, Flintstar!"

[sunflowers.]

Buckbranch thrust his muzzle into Adderfrost's face, eyes ablaze. "Listen to me and listen well," he hissed. "It would be so much easier, and so much wiser, to ask the others for help. Stealing territory is impulsive and dangerous. It will lead to war, you can bet on that." He stepped away, throwing an angry glance toward Fintstar as he did. "If you want to run to your death, that's fine by me." He lowered his voice, concious of the others around. "But whether Flintstar, you, or anyone else likes it or not, I will find a way to pass this on to the rest of the Clans." The tortoiseshell backed away, returned his attention to the leader. His quiet meow rose into a threatening caterwaul. "I sure hope you aren't thinking about ShadowClan, Flintstar!"


RedHead
Adderfrost looked at Buckbranch. "I won't hesitate to stop you either." He answered the tom quietly. He looked over at Flintstar before turning his gaze back to Buck. "As long as Flintstar orders it." He looked back at his leader, eyes bright again. "Like I said Flintstar, I am fully willing and able to go on the patrol to get the territory. I won't let you down."

[dino.]

RedHead
Adderfrost looked at Buckbranch. "I won't hesitate to stop you either." He answered the tom quietly. He looked over at Flintstar before turning his gaze back to Buck. "As long as Flintstar orders it." He looked back at his leader, eyes bright again. "Like I said Flintstar, I am fully willing and able to go on the patrol to get the territory. I won't let you down."

RedHead
Buckbranch's whole body twitched and he narrowed his eyes. This tom... just who does he think he is? His claws slid out and scarred gouges into the earth, deep and ragged and angry marks. He was working his jaw silently, gritting his teeth harshly together to keep himself from lunging at Adderfrost. He cast the warrior a furious look. "I dare you to try," he growled. Does this idiot really think he could overpower me? Buckbranch was thin-framed but fast and strong, and he believed he could easily slip out of Adderfrost's grasp if the other tom tried to grab him. He bared his teeth.

[Vessel]

Tallmarsh glanced over her shoulder to make sure Sunsnow was following her, and, upon seeing that he was walking the opposite way, she spun around and jogged to catch up with him. "Where do you think you're going? If you don't let me treat that it'll get infected. And if it gets infected, you won't be able to go on any patrols. So come to my den and let me treat your paw," she growled. It was her job to make sure the Clan stayed healthy, and she wouldn't be doing her job if there was a warrior walking around with an injured paw.

He stopped, glancing behind him with uncertainty in his eyes. Sunsnow sighed. It seemed like he wouldn't be going anywhere. "Fine..." He pressed his ears back against his head as he followed Tallmarsh into the medicine den, tail drooping. "But I'll have you know it doesn't hurt.", he muttered under his breath. "And it had better be fixed fast. I still have my duties!"

[Moonraven]

RedHead Slushie Nebby

Dragonlily listened and observed the rest of the clan as they spoke their piece. She could hear some opposition, but that was perfectly fine every cat was entitled to their freedom of speech and opinions. Her soft gaze found itself settling on two toms in particular as they snapped back and forth. She frowned fiercely while rising to stand and walk over to the cats. "Please settled down." She allowed a low undertone of sternness in her voice as she watched Adderfrost and Buckbranch. "This is a clan meeting, it's one thing to fight with your words another thing with tooth and claw. Don't you think the Thunderclan has suffered enough without us literally tearing each other apart?" The flame-point directed her gaze at Buckbranch. "If you don't mind putting your claws away, please." Dragonlily didn't want a brawl and she highly doubted this is what Flintstar was expecting when he asked for their voices. She glanced at the leader, hoping he'd defuse the situation before it exploded.

[Moonraven]

Adderpaw was filled to the brim with energy. For the most part, the rebuilding of the camp was boring, especially when he was surrounded by stuffy warriors who wanted to do nothing but criticize the way he did things. Were they even trying to help, or were they just there to bother apprentices? Despite his annoyance at the rebuilding efforts, the apprentices' den was more important to him than his wish to go find something exciting to do, and as a result, he trotted in with his tail up, prepared to do whatever he could to help.

The entire den was a mess in general. The fire had really taken it out of the clearing, and their poor den hadn't managed to fare any better than the rest of the clearing. Spotting a she-cat near the back of the den, Adderpaw's ears flicked forward in a pleased manner. "Oh! Hey, you look like you've started on restoring this," He mewed, with a friendly grin in her direction. "How about helping a fellow apprentice out and giving him something to do, yeah?" At the very least, he wouldn't be bored anymore. This would give him someone to talk to.


Phoenixpaw was in the midst of clawing up more filthy old bedding when she heard a voice that wasn't her brother's. She raised her head, nose twitching as she resisted the urge to sneeze and look at the tom that came waltzing in. The orange-eyed apprentice was pretty certain that she's seen the tom around the camp, but he is name was evading her. It didn't really matter so long as he was here to help with the den that all the apprentices were supposed to be sleeping in. Sometimes she didn't understand why she bothered doing stuff like this when no one, besides Apcolypsepaw who was ordered to, was going to help out. She stifled her irritation, doing her best not to sound completely like a cat's rear end at the tom's friendly voice. "Help me pull this stuff out of here." She ordered, not bothering with greetings or thanks. She was filthy, her nose was itchy and a little wet, and she was tired. It was easy to tell that her mood wasn't all that great. She just wanted to get this done and then sleep. Phoenixpaw nodded towards the pile of old bedding and anything else she found in here she deemed as disgusting and added to the pile.

[dino.]

RedHead Slushie Nebby

Dragonlily listened and observed the rest of the clan as they spoke their piece. She could hear some opposition, but that was perfectly fine every cat was entitled to their freedom of speech and opinions. Her soft gaze found itself settling on two toms in particular as they snapped back and forth. She frowned fiercely while rising to stand and walk over to the cats. "Please settled down." She allowed a low undertone of sternness in her voice as she watched Adderfrost and Buckbranch. "This is a clan meeting, it's one thing to fight with your words another thing with tooth and claw. Don't you think the Thunderclan has suffered enough without us literally tearing each other apart?" The flame-point directed her gaze at Buckbranch. "If you don't mind putting your claws away, please." Dragonlily didn't want a brawl and she highly doubted this is what Flintstar was expecting when he asked for their voices. She glanced at the leader, hoping he'd defuse the situation before it exploded.


RedHead Nebby
Buckbranch rounded on Dragonlily green eyes flaming once more. He stood there for a moment, silent and glaring before forcing himself to take a deep breath. He closed his eyes and swallowed the snarl that threatened to rise in his throat. "I apologize," he said tightly. "I meant no harm to the imbecile you see next to me. And I mean no harm to the rest of ThunderClan." He respected Dragonlily; she was older than him, even if by just a little, and she had spoken to him with an even amount of respect. He stilled his swaying tail and lowered his head to study the ground, still irritated yet trying his best not to show it.

[Vessel]

Sunsnow edged his way over to the bickering cats. "I can't believe you are willing to fight each other over this! It's the leader's decision, not ours, and that's the end of it. We can make our opinions heard, but not like this!", he hissed. "Besides, we wouldn't want to risk harming cats when we could be launching a battle with actual enemies so soon!" He sighed. "I'm sorry, but I just can't stand this kind of thing! We should stand together at times like this, not apart!"

Slushie

Nebby

RedHead

[dino.]

Sunsnow edged his way over to the bickering cats. "I can't believe you are willing to fight each other over this! It's the leader's decision, not ours, and that's the end of it. We can make our opinions heard, but not like this!", he hissed. "Besides, we wouldn't want to risk harming cats when we could be launching a battle with actual enemies so soon!" He sighed. "I'm sorry, but I just can't stand this kind of thing! We should stand together at times like this, not apart!"

Slushie

Nebby

RedHead
RedHead Nebby Moonraven
The disdainful anger pushed its way back into the tortoiseshell's voice as he turned his attention to Sunsnow. "We weren't fighting," he snapped. "Not physically. I would never injure a Clanmate with my claws. But that doesn't mean I will stand by as we steal what does not belong to us," he added quickly. "Don't tell me you approve of this? As far as I'm concerned, it's still justifiable as murder. Would it not be easier to ask the other Clans for help?" At this he raised his voice, casting it through the rest of the crowd.

[Moonraven]

RedHead Nebby
Buckbranch rounded on Dragonlily green eyes flaming once more. He stood there for a moment, silent and glaring before forcing himself to take a deep breath. He closed his eyes and swallowed the snarl that threatened to rise in his throat. "I apologize," he said tightly. "I meant no harm to the imbecile you see next to me. And I mean no harm to the rest of ThunderClan." He respected Dragonlily; she was older than him, even if by just a little, and she had spoken to him with an even amount of respect. He stilled his swaying tail and lowered his head to study the ground, still irritated yet trying his best not to show it.



RedHead Nebby Starstruck
Dragonlily soft blue eyes didn't waver as Buckbranch turned his fierce gaze to her. She could see that he was just upset with everything going on, although their ideals did not align on the matter, it didn't mean that she thought what Buckbranch was saying was wrong nor did it make her think less of him. She allowed a gentle purr to leave her throat when the tom did stand down and reflected on his actions. "Thank you." She smiled warmly with a small amount of pride seeing as Buckbranch was willing to be the bigger cat here. She really did want to try and talk and console the tom seeing how irritated he remained, perhaps she was far too compassionate for her own good. Her attention was torn away from Buckbranch and over to Sunsnow as he padded over, hissing at the toms. She didn't think that was the way to go about talking to a clanmate, even if he was just being helpful.

As expected, Buckbranch didn't react all that way to Sunsnow words. As he spoke up about asking for help, Dragonlily tilts her head in a thoughtful manner. Huh? She hadn't actually thought about that. Why didn't they just ask for some territory? Yet as good as of an idea that was she a second thought formed in her head. "If we asked for help and another clan says yes, wouldn't we be placed into their debt?" She inquired, not even worried about being seen as weak or anything like that. "Say whichever clan or clans help us and later are pulled into or start a war of their own and request that Thunderclan side with them in return for their help. Wouldn't we be pulled into war anyway?" She was just thinking out loud here. She wasn't actively trying to start an argument, just trying to have a discussion. What if it was something worse asked of them? Dragonlily did not like the idea of being in some clan's debt.

[dino.]

RedHead Nebby Starstruck
Dragonlily soft blue eyes didn't waver as Buckbranch turned his fierce gaze to her. She could see that he was just upset with everything going on, although their ideals did not align on the matter, it didn't mean that she thought what Buckbranch was saying was wrong nor did it make her think less of him. She allowed a gentle purr to leave her throat when the tom did stand down and reflected on his actions. "Thank you." She smiled warmly with a small amount of pride seeing as Buckbranch was willing to be the bigger cat here. She really did want to try and talk and console the tom seeing how irritated he remained, perhaps she was far too compassionate for her own good. Her attention was torn away from Buckbranch and over to Sunsnow as he padded over, hissing at the toms. She didn't think that was the way to go about talking to a clanmate, even if he was just being helpful.

As expected, Buckbranch didn't react all that way to Sunsnow words and the fire was back to flaming as bright as ever. As he spoke up about asking for help, Dragonlily tilts her head in a thoughtful manner. Huh? She hadn't actually thought about that. Why didn't they just ask for some territory? Yet as good as of an idea that was she a second thought formed in her head. "If we asked for help and another clan says yes, wouldn't we be placed into their debt?" She inquired, not even worried about being seen as weak or anything like that. "Say whichever clan or clans help us and later is pulled into or start a war of their own and request that Thunderclan side with them in return for their help. Wouldn't we be pulled into war anyway?" She was just thinking out loud here. She wasn't actively trying to start an argument, just trying to have a discussion. What if it was something worse asked of them? Dragonlily did not like the idea of being in some clan's debt.


RedHead Starstruck Nebby

With a hefty sigh his calm, collected voice was back, although if one listened closely they could tell it took a great deal of control to maintain. "It may very well put us in debt," he meowed evenly. "And we may very well be expected to take that Clan's side in whatever battle will inevitably arise. However, isn't debt now and war later a better option than the war that will erupt immediately if we go along with this absurd idea?" He blinked at her, almost sympathetically, as if he were delivering an explanation to a newborn kit. "I apologize for my rudeness, but as I have said twice before, I simply will not stand for this unnecessary act of violence."

[RedHead]

Flintstar listened to the first few cats voice their opinion, slightly surprised that they seemed so supportive of his decision. He knew it was rash and irrational, and that’s why he wanted to listen to any other opinions that his clanmates may have. So far, no one seemed super opposed. He noticed Rockclaw did seem slightly hesitant to voice his opinion, and Flinstar hoped he may come talk to him later if anything was truly bothering him. He gave a respective nod to Dragonlily, Sunsnow, and Adderfrost, before his attention was diverted by Roaringthunder’s comment. Flinstar flicked his ears, shaking his head. “The other clans have plenty of their own things going on. And if we were to discuss this... I doubt any of them would so happily give up a section of their territory for us. I also would not like to seem weak to the other clans. Thunderclan is independent, and we will take what we need.” A bold statement, but Flintstar didn’t like to rely on anyone. Especially not other clans. He wanted Thunderclan to be independent, his interaction with that Riverclan patrol had proven that much to him. He supposed his statement would answer Blossomclaw’s question to, so after he let his gaze rest on Roaringthunder a moment, he turned it to the queen and gave her the same look.

He then allowed himself to address Rosebriar. “When they realize we did it, well, we would deal with those consequences once they come. No matter what state we are in, Thunderclan still has able-bodies cats that’s can protect it, right?” He tilted his head slightly, before continuing. “And, as for the outskirts, we’ve already pushed our borders there our as far as I’m comfortable with going. Any farther and our hunting patrols will start running into vicious outsiders who don’t have clan standards when it comes to fighting. And there’s also that occupied badger den that we’ve gotten dangerously close to. So no, I would not like to have any more casualties than we’ve had in the past few moons.” Flintstar knew his clan knew that fighting clan cats was a lot safer than battling outsiders or badgers. While blood still did have a possibility to be shed, casualties would be at a lower rate.

Flintstar was feeling quite confident after that, having cleared up most of the questions with ease. But of course, not everything could go smoothly. He jumped a little when Buckbranch stood up in outrage, howling at him. Flintstar’s ears perked up and he listened to the tom, though his eyes did narrow slightly. It seemed as if the cat’s of his clan were all for his plan or completely against it. So much they would go as far as to warn the other clans about it. The tom was about to speak when he heard Adderfrost’s voice. He gave a small smile in thanks to the cat defending him. He once again tried to speak but Buckbranch beat him to it, though not in the way he had been planning to talk. Shadowclan? Now Flintstar was slightly annoyed. Did Buckbranch think he was dumb? Their bordering forest with Shadowclan was completely burnt up. What use would it do to take that territory? Mousebrain. He chastised in his head, getting up from his sitting position to go and diffuse the situation before someone got hurt.

Again, he was beat to that, but by Dragonlily this time. He sighed in relief when Buckbranch calmed down, and he leaped from the highpeak, landing solidly on the ground before making his way through the crowd to the three cats. “Thank you Dragonlily.” He meowed, giving the she-cat an approving nod. He then turned to witness Sunsnow hissing at Adderfrost and Buckbranch, to which Buckbranch did not respond well to. He stepped over, placing his tail on the cat’s shoulder. “Thank you for your input Sunsnow. And agree, we are a clan and we need to act like one. Trust is very important within our ranks.” He allowed Dragonlily to comfort Buckbranch, though his ears perked in interest at her last words. Flintstar hadn’t even thought of that outcome if they’d asked for help, he was only striving to be an independent clan. But she’d made a good point. “That is a very good point Dragonlily.” He praised, before turning his green gaze back to Buckbranch. “And I don’t consider this to be an unnecessary act of violence. Thunderclan is to be simply taking something they need.” He straightened his posture, pulling himself up to his full impressive height. “And I think it’s a way to get the clan to work together for a joint purpose once more, lately, we haven’t really acted like a clan.”
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[dino.]

RedHead

Buckbranch tore his gaze from Dragonlily and refocused them on Flintstar. He was slightly startled - he hadn't heard the leader jump down, and he bit back his arguments as Flintstar addressed the others. When he was finished, Buckbranch butted his way in, green eyes ablaze once again.

"I apologize for my disloyalty, Flintstar," he began, his voice shaking(whether in anger at the decision or fear of what he was about to reveal, it was difficult to tell), "but if you move forward with this plan to take what is not ours, I will be forced notify the other Clan leaders." He swallowed, stilling his tone, before continuing, "You may punish me as you deem fit, but you will not prevent my opposition and you will not be able to stop me."

[BEAR.]

"It doesn't sound like you're at all apologetic about your disloyalty." Mountaingrowl's voice rang out in a hiss, gaze fixed on Buckbranch. "You would rather have our Clan suffer during Leaf-bare because you care for the other Clans more than you do your own. You would rather risk our safety by snitching to the other Clans a plan that Flintstar is asking our input on. How stupid are you? Are you so obsessed with your blind ignorance you'd let your Clan die before making another Clan uncomfortable?"

And then, louder: "Frankly, it would be in the interest of the other Clans to put off fighting for the taken territory until New-leaf. Besides perhaps ShadowClan, none of them seem to be in desperate need for land."
Slushie RedHead

[sunflowers.]

@RedHead (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=40)

Buckbranch tore his gaze from Dragonlily and refocused them on Flintstar. He was slightly startled - he hadn't heard the leader jump down, and he bit back his arguments as Flintstar addressed the others. When he was finished, Buckbranch butted his way in, green eyes ablaze once again.

"I apologize for my disloyalty, Flintstar," he began, his voice shaking(whether in anger at the decision or fear of what he was about to reveal, it was difficult to tell), "but if you move forward with this plan to take what is not ours, I will be forced notify the other Clan leaders." He swallowed, stilling his tone, before continuing, "You may punish me as you deem fit, but you will not prevent my opposition and you will not be able to stop me."




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Adderfrost looked to Flintstar. He saw each side of the story, but ultimately, he wanted to defend his clan and help Flintstar as much as he could. "Flintstar, if I may. It's not that I want to kill innocent cats by taking territory. I want our clan to thrive and flourish. Right now, we can't. The forest destroyed much of our territory, and with it, the prey. I think Flintstar is right. Asking other clans for territory handouts is showing weakness when we must be strong. We must take without asking sometimes. We must be strong." He looked over to Flint for approval at his words. He wanted to be sure he spoke wisely.

[RedHead]

Green eyes widened as Buckbranch spoke. Flintstar was shocked. This cat was that much against his idea that he was willing to be disloyal to Thunderclan and put them at possibly more risk than they were? Shock soon dissolved into anger as he narrowed his eyes at Buckbranch. This was probably not a conversation to be had in front of the entire clan, but they’d already heard enough at this point. And Flintstar was going to put this cat in his place. The black-furred tom didn’t often use his authority as deputy, and even now as leader, but this was a time he was going to shove his rank down this other cat’s throat. Because Buckbranch was putting his own clan at risk. And Flintstar wouldn’t have that. “Excuse me.” He meowed, disbelief and anger lacing his words as he stared down at Buckbranch. Flintstar also didn’t often use his height to intimidate others, but now he was. “You would rather be a traitor to your clan than help us achieve something that we need?” The leader’s eyes blazed as he stepped one step closer to the tom. “I thought you were against putting the kits and elders in danger? If you go through with your opposition, that would do more harm to them than my plan ever would.” Another step closer, so he was nearly brushing Buckbranch’s fur with his own. “I don’t see what’s got you so twisted up about this. It’s one thing to voice your opposition, I would’ve taken that into consideration and tried to help you understand. But it’s a whole different thing,” He glared harshly down at the tom, his tail-tip flicking ever so slightly. “to put your clan in more possible danger by performing a traitorous act.” Flintstar’s last words came out as a dangerous growl, though his voice remained steady as he lowered his voice and his head towards Buckbranch. “And I’ll let you know, you will be punished far before you even get the chance to notify the other leaders. Far before.” He lifted his head back up, glare still in place as he lashed his tail. “And just for your extreme display of disloyalty here, I ought to put you under a watch. Because so help me, I will prevent you from putting Thunderclan in danger, and clearly, you seem to love the other clans more than ours. And a traitor’s stupidity will not be tolerated in my clan.” Flintstar lashed his tail once more as he finished, staring down at the other tomcat, daring him to do anything else more stupid than what he’d already done.
He’d heard the other cat’s speak up before him, but he had ignored most of what they’d said for the sake of chewing out Buckbranch on his own.

Slushie

[dino.]

BILL. RedHead
Buckbranch immediately snapped his glare over to Mountaingrowl. The shakiness vanished from his voice in an instant and he began to shout again. "You're all idiots if you think taking territory will solve anything!" he yowled. "Mountaingrowl, you need to get your thick head out of the clouds! I do not value the safety of other Clans over our own, but I do value them equally. It's high time someone started speaking out about all these wars that have been waging lately, and I hate to do it this way, but it needs to be done." Once more he paused to take a breath, aware if the rising hysterics in his voice. "As I said before, the forest will return, as will the prey. But if we rush in now, we will lose Clanmates, friends, and family. I refuse to sit back and watch, and I refuse to take part."

Suddenly Flintstar was right in front of him and he bristled, startled. The leader's words were painfully clear, and a lump rose in Buckbranch's throat. "I agree that we need the prey," he rasped, "but we do not need to steal to accomplish our goal. We are ThunderClan, noble and honest. I will not become a thief." The tremble was back in his voice. He had never been frightened by Flintstar, but now his paws shook and he dug his claws into the dirt to keep steady.

[BEAR.]

"The territory isn't going to return in Leaf-bare, you tadpole-brain. You say you value ThunderClan's safety? Then show it! Be supportive of the leader who's trying to work in ThunderClan's best interest. Speaking out because you're a precious dandelion in a sea of warriors won't feed hungry bellies."
Slushie

[Pepperkins]

(Blossom isnt a queen, just cares alot about the kits XD)

Blossomclaw nodded with a tad bit of doubt. She didn't quite like the reply but hey, what could she do. Her focus was now on Buckbranch. Tell the other clans? But then they would get angry and attack back! No matter, she wasn't gonna stand for this. She was about to put in her input but then then Flintstar took over. Not wanting to have anything said to her, she just smoothed down her bristling fur and wrapped her tail around her once more. Whatever the consequences of this plan were, at least she was gonna stick with their clan all the way. Blososmclaw made a mental promise to herself to protect all her clanmates, especially the kits, at all costs. Not that she wanted to fight if it could be evaded. Sighing, Blossomclaw stretched her hindlegs quickly and glanced around to see if anyone else was having the same thoughts. Probably not, she often over thought things.
RedHead

[dino.]

"The territory isn't going to return in Leaf-bare, you tadpole-brain. You say you value ThunderClan's safety? Then show it! Be supportive of the leader who's trying to work in ThunderClan's best interest. Speaking out because you're a precious dandelion in a sea of warriors won't feed hungry bellies."
Slushie

RedHead

Buckbranch flinched away from the other tom's words. Where had their fury come from? He only meant well, and yet they acted as if he were about to destroy the entirety of ThunderClan in one blow. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat and turned his attention to the ground, unable to meet Mountiangrowl's eyes.

[BEAR.]

Mountaingrowl snorted at Buckbranch's silence. "That's what I thought. You should learn to keep your mouth shut, boy. Your treacherous attitude has caused you nothing but problems."

His ears twitched as he looked over at Flintstar, twitching his ears. "You said this kitten-warrior was on watch. Are you assigning a cat to keep an eye on him?"
RedHead Slushie

[Vessel]

This cat has thistledown-for-brains! Sunsnow stepped forwards, now in line with Buckbranch. He looked at him. "How dare you threaten your own clan!" He was burning with rage. Having a different opinion was fine, he was open to that, but this? this was something he had to stop. Starclan, who does this cat think he is? A leader himself? Ugh. Sunsnow turned, fixing his gaze on Flintstar, the actual leader, not the fox-heart next to him, and decided he knew what to do. Mountaingrowl's words had given him the idea. "Flintstar. You mentioned putting this cat on a watch? Please, let me do it!" His eyes went wide with earnest. "You can trust me. I need a chance to prove myself!" Sunsnow paused to narrow his eyes at Buckbranch. "Although I would likely need another cat to help... just in case."

Slushie

RedHead

[RedHead]

The leader glanced at Mountaingrowl, his anger now more subdued once Buckbranch had clearly trembled beneath him. That had been his goal. To let Buckbranch know he wasn’t afraid to take this matter into his own paws. And that he would not tolerate traitors. He understood more now how dangerous and disloyal it was to have a traitor within the clan. Buckbranch’s actions, of he were to do then, would put Thunderclan at a larger risk than they were. “Mountaingrowl is right.” He meowed, a growl no longer lacing his words, but his anger still showed through. “Thunderclan needs the extra territory during leaf-bare. It’s clear the forest won’t grow back until new-leaf. If I see no more need of the extra territory once our forest grows back, then I will relinquish it back to the clan we took it from. This is simply an adaption tactic to help Thunderclan survive.” Flintstar let a growl into his voice once more. “Or would you not like us to survive, Buckbranch?”

When he was addressed by Mountaingrowl, Flintstar glanced over, before looking back to Buckbranch and flicking his ears. “You seem quite eager for the task Mountaingrowl, so I’ll be putting you on that duty.” The warrior seemed capable enough of keeping Buckbranch in line, he wasn’t going to assign anyone soft that might let the tom slip away. That would create a disaster. Though when Sunsnow piped up, Flintstar turned to him. “Thank you for the offer Sunsnow, but we only need one warrior to watch him. Though, Mountaingrowl may come to you for a switchout on night watch if needs be.”
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After that was done, Flintstar turned to address the rest of the clan. “Do we have any more serious concerns?” He pressed. He still felt irritated by Buckbranch’s clear lack of loyalty for the clan, and hoped nobody else would have to witness his anger tonight. His clan needed sleep.

[Moonraven]

RedHead Starstruck Nebby BILL. Slushie

The flame point's ear remained lifted high and she listened intently to Buckbranch's rebuttal. She heard him but still couldn't fully side with his logic. Wouldn't fighting in someone else war be far more unnecessary than this? She was trying to wrap her head around this. She just doesn't see the point in shedding blood and perhaps even taking lives for someone else when she could be shedding it and fighting for what she believes the clan need for strength and survival. Her point being here that regardless of what they did it would come to them fighting. She didn't see a way to avoid violence. This was the life of a warrior. Unlike Buckbranch who seemed more worried about the other clans suffering, her thoughts were only on her clan, Thunderclan. She felt her clan needed to be protected and cared for before any other.

Before she could bother voicing her opinion, Flintstar made his presence known. Dragonlily gave a small nod, a little surprised that she was being thanked, she was always happy to assist. Her eyes went back to Buckbranch, she looked almost sorrowful hearing that he was willing to go that far to help clans that weren't even his own. It just did not make a lick of sense to her. Why was he willing to go this far?! As the other cats added their own voices, Mountaingrowl's the bluntest, Dragonlily couldn't help but agree with them. The she-cat kept her maw shut as Flintstar verbally ripped Buckbranch apart, still, he remained defiant. Why?!

Seeing as there wasn't anything she could do to help him, and he seemed so stubbornly stuck in his ways, she stepped back and let the clan have at him. She took to sitting down and wrapping her bushy tail around her paws to keep it still. Mountainglare seemed to silence any more protests out of the tom. Not how Dragonlily wouldn't have done it but seeing as there were no claws and fangs used she wasn't going to complain sometimes cats needed to be slapped with the harsh reality. As the request of who would keep an eye on Buckbranch came up she wanted to volunteer but kept silent and listened to the rest of the meeting.

[Vessel]

Sunsnow dipped his head, thankful for his minor role but still disappointed. Ah, well. Maybe I was too demanding...

RedHead

(Sorry it's short. It's all I needed to post.)

[sunflowers.]

RedHead Slushie Moonraven BILL.


Adderfrost watched things go on around him. When Mountaingrowl was put in charge of watching the tom that tried to rat them out, he felt more at ease. He turned to Flint as he asked his question.
"No Flintstar. I will help ThunderClan anyway I can. When we will take the land and who from?" He was prepared to put his clan first. He wanted greatly to impress Flintstar. This was his time to shine.

[wren]

Roaringthunders tail flicked anxiously back and fourth. Flintstar was right in some respects and in others he supposed quite to eager to go out and take. If they decided on stealing a patch of territory which they so clearly seemed set upon there would be danger of course, the risk of losing a battle and even more valuable hunting ground. Before he could speak up to Flinstar addressing his comment Buckbranch had exploded into a spiel of how noble thunderclan was and that thieving from other clans wasn’t wise.
The larger tom was quiet as they batted back and fourth at each other. Yelling wasn’t going to help anything. Sooner then later the tom had withdrawn his comment and seemed to slink away as a result of the astounding backlash he’d received. The tom cocked his head back and raised an eyebrow to the crowd who’d got their fur all in a tangle. The tom had asked for opinions, had he not? Why was he so surprised to receive an opposing comment. Once it had seemed to die down he stood padding closer to the leader who’d grounded himself.
“Who do you purpose we take from.” his voice came smooth and unbothered from the bristling fight that had erupted only moments ago “Assuming you’ve got a specific section that you have your eye on? Or do you suggest we go wandering over borders in search of something fit.” it wasn’t an ideal plan, and if Flintstar expected his cats to go galavanting over borders foolishly then he would have to face even more rebuke from warriors and ten times the trouble from other clans. He cast a glance back at Buckbranch briefly then back towards Flintstar. There was likely more warriors opposed to this stealing, some who were likely more rooted in this belief then even Buckbranch. It was only a preview of the next few moons and how hard it would be without a deputy to lead the clan with. “Or do you suppose we send out patrols to move borders back every so once and a while?” he paused again “Perhaps if mountaingrowl doesn’t mind I could take Buckbranch on a patrol of our own... remind him just how destroyed the territory is. I don’t mind scouting out possible sections of the windclan border” if he was being honest, it was exciting to think they’d be moving ahead to take new territory. Perhaps dangerous and foolish but also exciting. He’d have to admit despite his worry.. he wouldn’t mind having a battle for it.

RedHead Slushie
(aaah this was so late o:)

[dino.]

RedHead BILL. tutler

The tortoiseshell glanced from Mountaingrowl to Flintstar and back again. On the outside he was slightly trembling, as if frightened by the two toms that faced him down. On the inside, however, he was thinking, plotting and replotting possible escape routes he could use once it grew dark. The other leaders needed to know what was happening, but if he couldn't get out of camp in time...

He cast a look toward Roaringthunder, slightly offended but assuring his voice still had that defeated quality to it. "I'm aware how much of the forest was destroyed," he said quietly, "but stealing..." He allowed his voice to trail off, hoping it added some sort of uncertainness.

Buckbranch returned his gaze to Flintstar as the growl crept back into the leader's voice. "It isn't my goal to leave ThunderClan for dead. You're my Clan, my family. I could never do that." As Flintstar turned to Mountaingrowl and made the announcement, Buckbranch let out an inward groan. Not him! Of all the cats... Flintstar just had to pick the cat that seemed to be angered by his announcement the most. He twitched nervously, trying to edge away from Mountaingrowl.

[BEAR.]

Mountaingrowl wasn't keen on letting Buckhead out of his sight, and just for kicks, he made damn sure to scoot closer to the younger tom as he tried to put some distance between them. "Of course, Flintstar." If Buckbrain disappeared and never showed his face again, it wasn't Mountaingrowl's fault-- death was a mercy for such a dumb cat.

To Roaringthunder, he grimaced. "I don't want Daisy here out of my sight. If you want to bring him on a history lesson, I'll be going with. This fool is bound to want to run off to betray the Clan. If you," this was to Buckbranch, "understood the gravity of our situation you'd listen to everyone here. You're so held up on the survival of our enemies you don't give a damn about your own home. Why are you even in a Clan, boy, if you'd throw the well being of your home on some.. back burner because you want to protect the other Clans?

The Clans that would do the exact same thing if they were in our situation. Let's not forget that."

His gaze briefly shifted to Sunsnow. "You want to watch this idiot? Be my guest. Four eyes on a traitor are better than two. If he tries to weasel away, I propose we skin his foul pelt."
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{ DeadlyWolfDen }

An apprentice. Bumblestep blinked as the leader assigned Stormpaw to him. He actually had an apprentice. As the heavyset grey tabby made his way over to the young tom, he shook his head. "Well, isn't this ironic?," he muttered to himself, tail tip twitching. Bumble wasn't the most intelligent of cats. He fought pretty well, though that was mostly due to his large size. He wasn't the most successful hunter, either. So, how in the world would he qualify to mentor an apprentice, of all things? The chance for responsibiity, perhaps? He honestly didn't know. Once he reached the young tom, he lowered his head to touch noses with his new pupil. "Hello, Stormpaw. Excited for training?," he inquired, smiling down at the young cat.

[Vessel]

Sunsnow nodded with a grin. This was the kind of cat he could get used to hanging around with! "Of course!" He gave Buckbranch a mistrustful glance. "From now on, you can't go anywhere without one of us. Got that, traitor?", he sneered. Sunsnow was thoroughly enjoying his job. Not only that, but there was a twinge of pride in his heart. It wasn't every day a warrior was given an important job like this one! He lifted his head arrogantly. Oh, wait. He remembered that his partner was a warrior that was older than him! "Uh- right, Mountaingrowl?" Sunsnow licked his chest fur, embarassed, all his thoughts of pride and grandeur momentarily lost. Keyword here: Momentarily.
BILL.

RedHead

[dino.]

RedHead tutler Starstruck BILL.

Buckbranch winced as Mountaingrowl countered his movement. He didn't exactly need a tour through ruined trees to remind him of the damage; Mountaingrowl, Roaringthunder and Flintstar were doing a terrific job of that already. And he wasn't too keen on Mountaingrowl's nickname for him. "Daisy". The word flickered through his thoughts before he shoved it forcefully away. "I sure hope you don't intend on that name sticking," he addressed the stony warrior. "I'm in a Clan because I was born in a Clan. Of course, if you don't want me here, that's perfectly fine." He edged away from Mountaingrowl once more, then grimaced at the warrior's threatening words. I dare you to try it. Right here, right now.

He cast a reproachful glance at Sunsnow. "Some cats here sure are touchy, huh?" he muttered, and had to hold back a purr of amusement at the tom's slip-up.

[Pepperkins]

Blossomclaw snicked a bit at Sunsnow but regained her composure as she looked at Mountaingrowl. Anyone could agree that cat could be scary at times. She even felt the tiniest bit bad for Buckbranch. She didn't wanna show that though, she definetly wasn't getting involved in this. Yawning, she looked towards the leader, wondering when this meeting would come to an end. A trip around the territory might not be too bad, and she could try hunting while she was out there. Doubtly she wouldn't catch anything, but maybe just for the fun of it. Licking her tail clean after a moment of thinking, she shook her head to clear it. Would it be wrong of her to just leave now?
RedHead

[BEAR.]

Mountaingrowl snorted at Buckface. "What, would you prefer dandelion or buttercup? You don't get a Clan name until you've earned it. You lost that right when you told the entire Clan you'd rather watch them die from inaction because you give more of a damn about our enemies.

'The fact you were born here makes your actions even more deplorable. This is where you were raised-- and you're willing to throw that away because of some moral power trip?"

He wasn't concerned with Sunsnow, the tip of his tail twitching as he kept his gaze on the idiotbranch. "I'd be concerned if neither of us were accompanying this sleezeball."

Slushie Starstruck

[dino.]

RedHead BILL. Starstruck
Buckbranch glared down at the floor. "I wasn't raised," he muttered. "I raised myself." He returned his gaze back to Mountaingrowl, raised his chin a touch. "I'd prefer buttercup. Buttercups are known to be poisonous."

(I apologise for the shortness, I'm a bit tired)

[wren]

If anything he would’ve enjoyed taking Buckbranch into the territory, in a sense he argued both sides. He respected the honour he was suggesting but there was a reason cars were trained into warriors, if there wasn’t border disputes and battles. What use would those moins of training been.
He turned as mountaingrowl addressed him, a brief smile flickered across his maw which was quickly replaced by a thin line. “I’m sure I won’t mind the company. I was thinking about going to check anyways” he was surprised to see how many cats piped up to ensure Buckbranch wasn’t going anywhere. No doubt revealing plans was a threat but would he really need two cat’s to watch him? “Sunsnow. If you’d like to join us that would be great. Seeing as you are-“ he paused searching for the word “keen on keeping an eye on buck here”
He stood sweeping his tongue over his muzzle. “I’m sure you are Buckbranch-“ he didn’t enjoy the name calling “however based on your... babysitters I think it’s a good chance for you to get outside before you are stuck to your den for another few moons don’t you think?” he raised an eyebrow before Mountaingrowl piped up accompanied by Sunsnow.
If they managed to even get out of camp.. he was quickly assured it would be fuelled with anger the entire way there and back. His ears flattened. Oh joy. RedHead Slushie BILL. Starstruck

[RedHead]

Flinstar had taken a moment after Roaringthunder's question to ponder as he began making his way back towards the highpeak. Since Buckbranch would be well taken care of now, Flinstar didn't see a need to stand within the situation any longer. Once he reached the highpeak, he forgoed hopping back up onto it, and instead simply stood at the bottom, turning to face his clan. "I have believe the Windclan border would be the best one to extend, but I am still going to be sending out border patrols, as per usual. Except this time, I will request these border patrols observe the territory on the other side of each border. Without crossing it. Though we'll get into more details about those tomorrow."It was getting late, and if he wanted his clanmates to be up in time for the patrols, he needed to send them off to their nests now. "I'll send out the border patrols bright and early tomorrow, and make a final decision once they get back. So those of you wanting to attend these patrols, I suggest you make sure you're up at dawn." He then looked towards where Moutaingrowl, Roaringthunder, Buckbranch, and Sunsnow were. "I believe you four would do good going on a hunting patrol tomorrow, as I would like to keep Buckbranch as far away as possible from any border. So that is your assignment you may start with in the morning."
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He then cast one last look across the clan, green eyes alight with excitement of what was to come. He'd gotten good feedback for the most part, and that which was bad was not terrible, or it had been coming from a mouse-brained traitor. So Flintstar was confident in his decision. "Any of you who have further concerns may bring them to me in my den. This clan meeting is dismissed. Get some rest Thunderclan." With that he gave a nod to his clanmates before turning around and settling himself outside his den, beginning to groom himself as he watched his clanmates get settled for the night. And to await any cats who may need to bring further worries to him.
(Anyone who's character has concerns may mention me in the leader's den)

[Pepperkins]

Blossomclaw sighed in content. Finally over. Getting up to stretch, she debated heading out to hunt like she wanted to or actually getting some sleep. It felt like moons since she last felt the warmth of settling down into the moss. Yawning once more, she made up her mind and made her way towards the warriors den. The territory could wait and most prey were probably safe in their own nests by now. Plus she would be heading out at dawn tommorow so she needed the sleep. Even though she hated the plan with everything in her, she would do her best to help her clan, as long as no lives are lost in the mist of it. Sighing on last time, Blossomclaw entered the den, giving one last tail flick as a goodnight to everyone still outside.

[Pepperkins]

(Open to any warriors that can't sleep!)

Blossomclaw entered the den, grimacing at the look of it. Making a mental note to help clean it up once she got back, she pulled some moss that was scattered about together and settled into it in the far corner. Looking around, she layed there in the dark, unable to sleep just yet. To many things ran through her mind to get any actual sleeping done. Instead she rested her eyes and conteplated how the patrol would go tomorrow. She kept one ear up as a sign she was still listening to what was going on around her, just incase someone spoke to her.

[BEAR.]

"You raised yourself?" Mountaingrowl scoffed at the notion. "Sure, boy. You produced your own milk, and you hunted your own prey once you weaned yourself, and you trained yourself to be a warrior. Let's be real here, Dandelion. You're about as stupid as they come-- your head's so high in the clouds with your naive belief you're doin' the right thing, you can't even see you're trying to screw over your Clan in the process. You're sure right you're a poison, you're sapping our resources because you're incapable of comprehendin' how much of a Stars damn traitor you are."

This was the first time Mountaingrowl turned away from Buckbranch, attention shifting to Flintstar. He was convinced this was a colossal waste of his time, and his patience was growing thin. "I don't want this boy leaving camp tonight, Roaringthunder. He can enjoy his limited hunt tomorrow with us, but for tonight-- Sunsnow, I want you to watch Daisy here until I'm back. I'm going to speak with Flintstar."

Without waiting for a response, Mountaingrowl headed toward Flintstar's den.

Slushie, tutler, Starstruck, RedHead

[Vessel]

Sunsnow dipped his head and stifled a yawn- it was getting late. Then again... He gave 'Buttercup' another suspicious glare. "If you try anything, little flower, then you're going to get crushed." He cocked his head, pondering something. "That reminds me- do you know what happens to the flower that helps the weed? It dies too. Because guess what? The weed doesn't give a crap about you." There. That's what will happen to you, don't you understand that? He sighed. What was he thinking? Of course this cat wouldn't change his idiotic ways. "Come on. Let's head to the warriors den."

He turned around and caught Mountain's gaze. "I can watch him the first half of the night if you can watch him the second. Sound good?"

Slushie

BILL.

[sunflowers.]

RedHead
Adderfrost entered Flintstar's den, sitting down. "I hope I'm not intruding. I'd just like a word with you, Flintstar." The siamese tom mewed. He hoped to appease Flint and be the first to volunteer for a patrol tomorrow. He wanted to do this. Not just for ThunderClan. For himself and his family as well.

[BEAR.]

Not far behind Adderfrost was Mountaingrowl, his large frame blocking the majority of the den entrance as he narrowed his eyes at the smaller tom. "Flintstar," his voice was gruff as he spoke, "I would also like to speak with you. About that kit-warrior."
RedHead, Nebby

[Vessel]

Sunsnow sighed as he padded into the warrior's den. Will this place ever be fixed? He was going to face an exhausting night of watching Buttercup. He only hoped that Mountaingrowl would remember that this was his duty as well! "Come on, Buttercup.", the tom said irritably. "We have to go on a hunting patrol in the morning, remember? You are going to want some shut-eye." He lowered his voice to a tone that even he could barely hear. "Which is apparently more than I can ask for!" He turned around, hoping that 'Buttercup' was following him...

Slushie

BILL.

[dino.]

Starstruck BILL.
Buckbranch's jaw was working silently again. He glared at Mountaingrowl. You don't understand, came the silent snarl. So shut up and stop acting like you know everything. He couldn't take another minute of staying quiet. Shut the hell up, Mountaingrowl!" he spat. "You know what me 'screwing over my own Clan' is called? It's called compassion, you whining newborn! Something the lot of you seem to lack!" He watched the warrior pad off, half-hoping he wouldn't turn around and snap something in reply. And now Sunsnow was talking about weeds and flowers and StarClan knows what else. Buckbranch knew the other tom was trying to make a hurtful analogy, but he couldn't make any sense of it at the moment. The only part that did make sense was about heading toward the warrios' den. With a low growl he swung around and stalked away from the crowd.

[dino.]

Starstruck BILL.

Buckbranch shouldered past him, a sour expression on his face. "Don't remind me," he hissed. "And stop calling me Buttercup! It's annoying. It isn't my name." He regretted responding to that line from Mountaingrowl. Now the two toms would never let him live it down. He dropped heavily into his nest with another low growl. Great StarClan, let me sleep.

[Pepperkins]

Blossomclaw glanced up irritatedly. She was finally getting to sleep and now these two bickering brats were fusisng. "Can you two please shut your yaps, people tryna sleep here," she mumbled, covering her ears with her paws. Wrapping her fluffy tail around her, she hoped they would settle their petty fight and just fo to sleep. It was too late for this and her eyelids felt like weights against her face. Starting to drift off again, she glance around once more before curling up into a tight ball.

Starstruck Slushie

[Vessel]

Sunsnow yawned and blinked his eyes as daylight poured in through the many holes in the den. Then he remembered: I can't believe I fell asleep! I was supposed to be watching Buckbranch! He looked around, terrified, and was appeased when he saw Buckbranch's snoring body. "Wake up, Buttercup, it's time for the hunting patrol!", he said, prodding the other tom with his nose. "If we don't go, not only will we have Flintstar at our throats, but he'll definitely rip out yours, fox-heart!" He paused to look around the den for the other cats who were going on hunting patrol with them. Where were they?

Slushie

BILL.

tutler

[dino.]

Starstruck

The tortoiseshell woke with a start. He'd been having scattered dreams, nightmares really, about a giant mountain collapsing around him. He shook his head to clear the already fading remnants. No use trapping something like that in his mind.

Buckbranch stood and stretched, already feeling a pick of irritation that Sunsnow was still using the same stupid nickname. And fox-heart wasn't exactly an improvement. Heartless imbeciles, he muttered to himself. "Right, right, the all-important history lesson-slash-hunting-excursion-threatening-prisoner-transport. How could I forget?" He swatted Sunsnow's paw away, cursing himself for dozing off.

[sunflowers.]

Not far behind Adderfrost was Mountaingrowl, his large frame blocking the majority of the den entrance as he narrowed his eyes at the smaller tom. "Flintstar," his voice was gruff as he spoke, "I would also like to speak with you. About that kit-warrior."
RedHead, Nebby

RedHead BILL.
Adderfrost looked at Mountaingrowl as he walked in. "That kit-warrior needs to learn his place." He turned to Flintstar apologetically. "He needs to learn true loyalty. If he is willing to rat us out in exchange for our own safety, he needs to be watched." His tail swished on the den floor. He wasn't as big as Mountaingrowl, in fact, he was much much smaller. But that didn't stop him from being loyal and helpful to his clan. "But Flintstar, if I may, I wanted to volunteer to lead a patrol to scout for the territory we are going to take. If you don't mind that is."

[Vessel]

Sunsnow rolled his eyes. "Hey, it's not my fault that you were mousebrained enough to threaten our leader! Besides, we really do have to get going. It's late- nearly sunhigh!" There was a flicker of worry in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by full-on frustration. "Come on, lazybones! You remind me of an elder." He began to pad out of the warriors den and into the clearing. "Mountaingrowl? Hello?"

Slushie

BILL.

tutler

[BEAR.]

"I have Sunsnow watching him at the moment, but this is an issue that training won't solve. The coward isn't going to change his mind because we tell him to. The second he gets the chance, he'll likely go running for the other Clans to tell them about our desire to steal territory.

And frankly, we can't afford that. We also can't spend the next moon kitsitting this overgrown rat. I think this is a matter we should bring a permanent end to, so he can't endanger our Clan in the slightest and our warriors aren't held up on watching him."

Though he spoke to both, he kept his eyes on Flintstar to gauge his reaction.
RedHead Nebby

[Vessel]

(Apologies to Delta for cutting our RP short. It's just taken so long for replies!)

Sunsnow padded out into the camp from the warriors den, the wind catching his fur and giving him a slight chill. He shivered as he looked back into the den. "Come on, Buttercup, let's go! You have stalled long enough. It's time to go." He pause. "And Mountaingrowl will not be participating, so I will be taking the role of patrol leader." As he said this, the orange tom was walking over to the fresh-kill pile. He neatly dug through it ans picked out a small mouse-just to tide him over. Sunsnow began eating as he waited for 'Buttercup' to join him. utter cup and the other cat he couldn't remember, that is...

tutler

Slushie

[Pepperkins]

Blossomclaw yawned and got up to stetch. Oh shoot, she had slept in! Quickly grooming her fur, she headed out to the clearing, hoping to have time to check on the kits before the patrol left.

[Pepperkins]

Blossomclaw bounded out the warriors den tiredly, hoping the patrol hadn't already left. Noticing the cats from the meeting were still there, she sighed in relief and trotted over to the fresh-kill pile to grab a snack before they left.

[dino.]

Starstruck tutler

With a harsh mutter Buckbranch followed him out. "Still with that nickname, I see," he said in a clipped voice. "Always the charmer, Sunsnow." another growl threatened to rise from his chest as he shoved past the orange warrior and hooked a plump-looking thrush out of the pile. He jumped back with a startled hiss as a maggot wormed its way over his paws and kicked the rotting prey away. "Well, we better get going, then," he meowed. "I'm not sure how long this prey is going to last." The tortoiseshell began walking away from the fresh-kill toward the camp entrance, neither looking over his shoulder at Sunsnow nor around him, where he knew cats were glaring at him from their dens. Unconciously he lifted his chin.