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OrangeFlower had been making a (poor) attempt to groom through her fluffed, thick pelt…yeah…that wasn’t going great for her, but maybe it’d help its appearance in the slightest? Yeah- totally! She cocked her orange and white head to the side ad the Hornet seemed to be gathering her and a few other cats up. All cats…that knew papa. Well- not really her dad, he died after acting like she didn’t exist her kithood. But FoxSkipper was the closest she ever got to having a father figure. As she looked to the brown hornet, her gentle grin faded into a look of pure horror.
passed in the elders den
passed in the elders den
passed in the elders den
No amount of times that it rang through her head could she justify it. Nothing could. That was Fox- that was her dad. He couldn’t- he wouldn’t just leave. “P-p- pa- pa…” her voice was a weak tremble as her legs struggled to pusher her into a standing position. Her steps were slow, thinking that it’d just disappear and she’d wake up if enough time passed. As his body finally came into her eyesight she felt a stabbing pain in her chest as her ears twisted back. “No- n-nonononono NO!” she cried, forcing herself a few steps closer to her body before she couldn’t anymore, and her legs weak with shock and grief gave out under her. The she-cat buried her face into her paws as cries rattled her.
There were only three cats that could ease her pain…one was missing and…the other was now dead.
"No-nonono NO!" Darkwing shouted running faster that she had in years over to Foxskipper.
"GET YOUR PAWS OFF HIM!" she sobbed.
"Foxskipper GET UP!" she cried "Please!"
Sunstreak looked down at the ground. He had never been close with his uncle, but he loved him. Now he was gone.
Echobreeze padded over to darkwing.
"its ok mom.." she said softly.
"Mintleaf closed her eyes. It hurt to see her uncle dead.
Specklekit rushed over to Foxskipper
"Foxy! You're back! Can you tell us a story?" He asked not realizing he was dead.
"Foxy?.." He whimpered pressing his head into his fur "Wake up.. Wake up.. please?" He asked lip trembling. He closes his eyes and stands next to 'Wolfy'
"Wolfy?" he asked opening his eyes. "Wh- why isn't he waking up.." He whispers.
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Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude)
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Another day in paradise. The clearing was as busy as ever with the warmer, sunny weather. The taste of fresh-kill was still fresh on his tongue as Flintclaw groomed one of his large paws, laying in a patch of grass, enjoying the spot he had found to sunbathe. His morning checklist for the day was complete. He had finished the morning patrol, caught a rabbit and a vole, and eaten his share.
With nothing to do until long after sunhigh, he planned to spend his time relaxing and thinking. Well, maybe thinking was not the best thing for him to do. Whenever he sat and thought to himself, he would always wonder what his father would do. Then he would wonder why they couldn't have found the cure to the plague before his father died of it. Then he would wonder why he didn't join the group and make sure it got back sooner...
He almost cut his tongue as he clenched his paw, unsheathing his claws. Ah, maybe he shouldn't be thinking about anything at all.
The kit was doing what she was more often than not doing at this point, patrolling the camp and trying to better her training so that she could prevent the rest of her family from disappearing on her. It wasn't long before Rosekit's eyes landed on a warrior that she watched return from the morning patrols recently. She still wasn't up early enough to see them go out but seeing them come back in was an improvement. She needed to fix her sleeping schedule sooner rather than later. Hopefully she'll have a warrior's by the time she's an apprentice and will be using it.
"Hello? Yes, pardon." Rosekit padded in front of the warrior where he was taking a rest ( something she personally thought was lazy for the morning time regardless of going on patrol or not but she can let it go for now. ) "I'm Rosekit, daughter of Drizzlecloud and Sparrowpelt," By choice, not biologically, but she wished to make her person as separate from her mother as possible please and thank you. She allowed a brief moment for the warrior to properly introduce themselves. "I was wondering if you could tell me what patrolling is like? How do you be a proper leader for one?"
Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude)
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What was this beside his pawpad? Was that a chunk of mud? How irritating. Surely, it was from when he walked by cattail pond. How he loathed mud, and most water in general disgusted him. Outside of drinking and maybe fishing, Flintclaw wanted nothing to do with water. Strike that. He didn't care for fishing at all, actually...
Flintclaw's musings were interrupted by a small voice. He blinked, lowering his paw back to the ground as a looked at the kit that approached him. Rosekit... yes, he remembered that name, though she was pretending to be someone else. Not by name, no, by heritage. The daughter of an outsider and a traitorous medicine cat. Did she say 'Pardon'?
Flintclaw blinked slowly, then yawned wide. "I am Flintclaw."Son of Hawkshiver. He thought about adding. A lie met with truth. Alas, it was not worth it. It would be lost on the kit. She was, after all, just a kit.
Speaking of just a kit, she wanted a description of patrols. Flintclaw slowly sat up, wrapping his thick tail around his paws. Should he humor her? Yes, maybe he would. He needed to be on his best behavior, anyway, if he had any hope of reaching his personal goals.
"Well, there's a few different types of patrol. Border, herb gathering, hunting, battle... Most of them are similar. Which one do you want to know about?" He asked. He had a feeling he knew what she might say next. All of them, probably. "Or, which of them do you want me to talk about first?"
Brackenclaw- He/Him, 25 moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw would listen to what Mudhound had to say and honestly he wasn't sure how to feel. Brackenclaw hadn't heard any of this from Quackpaw and he felt sad to know she didn't think she could talk to Brackenclaw himself about this. Brackenclaw wouldn't want Quackpaw to feel like she was training under the wrong cat. You only get to be an Apprentice once well... as long as you were good and didn't get punished but that was different from normal apprenticeship obviously. Brackenclaw would think his brain mulling over things behind his orange orbs. "I-I see so Quackpaw doesn't feel like she wants me as a mentor. And you want to take over her training. I guess that makes sense.. I can't say it doesn't hurt any less to know. But this isn't about me now is it. It's Quackpaw who deserves the best training she could get you only get to be a true Apprentice once aside from punishments right? I guess we should speak to Bumblestar about this then shouldn't we?" Brackenclaw would meow his monotone voice deep and dark as usual betraying the fact that he did in fact feel some hurt about this. Brackenclaw knew this wasn't Mudhounds intentions at least not directly but Brackenclaw still couldn't help but feeling somewhat hurt after all Brackenclaw was such a mismatch with his apprentice that she wanted a whole other cat to train her. Brackenclaw would get up from his spot. "Well it would be selfish of me to deny Quackpaw the mentor that would work best for her wouldn't it." Brackenclaw added taking things surprisingly maturely considering everything. @Rani
Ah! Smokepaw wasn’t hard to find at all. Giving her new apprentice a wide smile, Flowerhawk mewed, “Are you ready to go see the territory? For the first time?”Hopefully, the warrior added mentally, remembering Spiderlingpaw’s comment about her early adventure. Waving her tail, Flowerhawk said, “Let’s go!”
[ ignoring clearing chaos for sanity reasons, next post will be at a landmark ]
Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude)
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What was this beside his pawpad? Was that a chunk of mud? How irritating. Surely, it was from when he walked by cattail pond. How he loathed mud, and most water in general disgusted him. Outside of drinking and maybe fishing, Flintclaw wanted nothing to do with water. Strike that. He didn't care for fishing at all, actually...
Flintclaw's musings were interrupted by a small voice. He blinked, lowering his paw back to the ground as a looked at the kit that approached him. Rosekit... yes, he remembered that name, though she was pretending to be someone else. Not by name, no, by heritage. The daughter of an outsider and a traitorous medicine cat. Did she say 'Pardon'?
Flintclaw blinked slowly, then yawned wide. "I am Flintclaw."Son of Hawkshiver. He thought about adding. A lie met with truth. Alas, it was not worth it. It would be lost on the kit. She was, after all, just a kit.
Speaking of just a kit, she wanted a description of patrols. Flintclaw slowly sat up, wrapping his thick tail around his paws. Should he humor her? Yes, maybe he would. He needed to be on his best behavior, anyway, if he had any hope of reaching his personal goals.
"Well, there's a few different types of patrol Border, herb gathering, hunting, battle... Most of them are similar. Which one do you want to know about?" He asked. He had a feeling he knew what she might say next. All of them, probably. "Or, which of them do you want me to talk about first?"
Rosekit turned the name over in her head. Flintclaw. No, it wasn't one that the russet tabby recognized. That meant this warrior was neither a trouble maker that she has to keep eyes on nor a cat of exceptional skill. The kitten settled into a sit after the warrior began to list the different types of patrols, while she knew there were different types she didn't realize there were four. That was more than expected, but just from the title the categories made sense. "I would like to hear about all of them. Can you start with a border patrol." One of the more frequent patrols, alongside hunting and herb gathering if she were to have to guess.
Rosekit turned the name over in her head. Flintclaw. No, it wasn't one that the russet tabby recognized. That meant this warrior was neither a trouble maker that she has to keep eyes on nor a cat of exceptional skill. The kitten settled into a sit after the warrior began to list the different types of patrols, while she knew there were different types she didn't realize there were four. That was more than expected, but just from the title the categories made sense. "I would like to hear about all of them. Can you start with a border patrol." One of the more frequent patrols, alongside hunting and herb gathering if she were to have to guess.
Flintclaw
Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude)
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The massive tabby thought for a moment. How should he dumb this explanation down for a kit to understand? She often runs around to do her own little "patrols" around camp. He would have to start with that. This would, perhaps, be a good test of his teaching skills since he had just been assigned Dizzypaw.
"Think of walkin' along the edges of the camp, except hundreds times bigger. Our camp is only a small fraction of Thunderclan's territory," He drawled, voice not much more than a low rumble. "The border patrols are vital in keeping the clan safe. They have three major priorities; Reset our scent markers, report any strange or dangerous happenin's to Bumblestar, and challenge any who dare to cross onto our land." He paused.
"To lead a border patrol is to follow the warrior code, protect your clan and the cats of your patrol, and understand what your leader expects of you. It's important to think quickly, because you gotta to know what course of action to take when things go south... and the border patrol is the second most likely type of patrol to go south real quick." He wondered if he did explain it in a way for a kit to understand. Mind, this traitor's child wasn't some newborn. She was almost apprentice age. If this explanation confused her... well, Flintclaw couldn't really think of a better way to break it down.
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Dragonflycliff
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female - she/her - 46 moons - thunderclan warrior -
"You're not alone. I'm here, with you."
- @Rani - @Beaan -
Dragonflycliff WAS looking at the clearing (well the apprentice den to see if Chasmpaw was there) but when Mudhound padded up to her she froze because she just felt strange. Then again, she had just watched them go talk to their sibling so it wasn't just- wait, siblings. Why- Why were they talking to her siblings?
Time. Nobody had time for anything. Apparently according to stupid hypocritical rules she should be actually doing something. But Mudhound always seemed like a happy cat so she listened to them as if the next words may as well kill the rest of the clan and she wouldn't care. ".. I'm free at the moment, I guess-"
She kind of just couldn't not make any sort of understanding of the next sentence because she could not believe that the next sentence was true at all and just did not- no.
"I just found Foxskipper and Mudtrot passed in the elders den."
If this was a joke, Dragonflycliff really did not find it funny. Then again, this was a hornet. She didn't think a hornet would do such a thing. She couldn't hear anything else because she didn't want to hear it. Trying to ignore the rest of the words, she got up. Not her parents, her parents, not this now, not after her mate and kits just vanished, she just- couldn't.
She was choking on her words and just couldn't say a thing because she could see the bodies of the two cats she considered her parents since - well - forever. Whywhywhywhy this couldn't just couldn't be happening. This just didn't make any sense at all. There wasn't any way. But it was real, as she walked closer and she saw their eyes weren't moving and the medicine cat was there and she just knew she was almost fully alone now. Sure she still had her siblings. But.. there was nobody as her parents and she hated StarClan. Why take my family? Why make our lives so unfair?
Dragonflycliff made a semi-dramatic slump to the ground and stuck her head in her fur somewhere near the medicine cat because- well, she did want to be there, it would feel wrong to just abandon them at the last moment they were still properly near her, still things in ThunderClan. The duo could rest now but she wasn't going to rest yet. She stood up again, legs sort of shaky, and looked at Wolfhawk. She had to go with them.
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