"Fine!" Ginger snarled. "But I will find someplace else! I just hope not all cats are unfriendly as you." Ginger was almost to the exit when she turned around and smirked. "But I might be able to kill you first. I happen to have meet a cat who knew a loner. The loner knew how to fight, and taught the other cat. That cat taught me a little, before dogs killed him. So who knows? I might have won!" Ginger turned around and stalked out. "Tata! Guess I'll find another group to join. And you know what? I can hunt too! I might have made a great addition to your little group!" Ginger then left the Thunderclan altogther.
@Starfall
Last edited by Angelia; January 1st, 2024 at 04:09 PM.
Rainhound crept back into ThunderClan’s territory, head held low. No one would want her back. They probably all hated her for disappearing and failing her clan, like every other warrior did. Deep down she knew it wasn't fully her fault. The reasoning was pretty obvious, as she reeked of a foreign, disgusting smell and wore a collar with a bell on it. The jingling noise almost made her groan, but her collar was so tight that she could barely speak. It had been so many moons ago that she had last said a word except for “help”.
Her physical state was also quite questionable. She had been out on a hunt when suddenly, a twoleg jumped onto her tail and held her in place, putting her in a tiny cage and carrying her to her new “home”. A dark room, barely any food, a broken tail that wasn’t taken care of.. At some point she had managed to crack her broken bones back into place, but here she was, actually making her way back to ThunderClan and walking a long distance for the first time in too many moons.
All she’d been able to do was pace around in her tiny “den”. Her paws were sore from the plastic ground with a few sharp edges sticking out, her belly rumbling due to the rationing of food, and her way of walking sloppy. Rainhound had not needed to deal with walking long distance on three working legs for… a while now. In some cases she didn’t mind her crippled front leg, but now, it was certainly annoying. Anyways - back to where she was right now. Someone had probably noticed her right now, but incase that wasn’t true, she wanted to make her presence clear. So she let out a little cough, staring wide-eyed at the territory and cocking her head.
“E- Emberpaw… uh.. Hound.. spirit,” she rasped, coughing again before continuing. She would just recite every name she remembered, even if they weren’t in ThunderClan anymore. “Bu.. Bumblebreak.. Cin.. Cinderpaw.. Cinder.. sky.. Bush.. paw.. Mistheart.. Spider… throat.” She didn’t even know if the names were correct, since it had been so long, but she hoped someone familiar would come and greet her instead of some random stranger who would chase her out of the territory. Shivers ran down her spine. Leafbare certainly wasn’t the best time to make a long trek through the territory, especially with her conditions.
Rainhound crept back into ThunderClan’s territory, head held low. No one would want her back. They probably all hated her for disappearing and failing her clan, like every other warrior did. Deep down she knew it wasn't fully her fault. The reasoning was pretty obvious, as she reeked of a foreign, disgusting smell and wore a collar with a bell on it. The jingling noise almost made her groan, but her collar was so tight that she could barely speak. It had been so many moons ago that she had last said a word except for “help”.
Her physical state was also quite questionable. She had been out on a hunt when suddenly, a twoleg jumped onto her tail and held her in place, putting her in a tiny cage and carrying her to her new “home”. A dark room, barely any food, a broken tail that wasn’t taken care of.. At some point she had managed to crack her broken bones back into place, but here she was, actually making her way back to ThunderClan and walking a long distance for the first time in too many moons.
All she’d been able to do was pace around in her tiny “den”. Her paws were sore from the plastic ground with a few sharp edges sticking out, her belly rumbling due to the rationing of food, and her way of walking sloppy. Rainhound had not needed to deal with walking long distance on three working legs for… a while now. In some cases she didn’t mind her crippled front leg, but now, it was certainly annoying. Anyways - back to where she was right now. Someone had probably noticed her right now, but incase that wasn’t true, she wanted to make her presence clear. So she let out a little cough, staring wide-eyed at the territory and cocking her head.
“E- Emberpaw… uh.. Hound.. spirit,” she rasped, coughing again before continuing. She would just recite every name she remembered, even if they weren’t in ThunderClan anymore. “Bu.. Bumblebreak.. Cin.. Cinderpaw.. Cinder.. sky.. Bush.. paw.. Mistheart.. Spider… throat.” She didn’t even know if the names were correct, since it had been so long, but she hoped someone familiar would come and greet her instead of some random stranger who would chase her out of the territory. Shivers ran down her spine. Leafbare certainly wasn’t the best time to make a long trek through the territory, especially with her conditions.
[ this completely slipped my mind and i apologize! ]
Stumbling across someone she used to know wasn't really something Bumblestar was used to, especially when that cat had been gone for so many moons. So when her ears picked up on someone's mumbling, and it led her straight to the source, she had to pause for a moment before inching closer.
"Rainhound?" She didn't recall much about Rainhound, only that she and Houndspirit had been close and that they had all gotten their warrior names together. "Where- skies, where the hell have you been?" The she-cat looked absolutely terrible even at a brief glance.
Oh- there was someone.... Rainhound squinted at the feline who was talking to her, trying to make out details that would remind her of who this was. Surely someone from her list if they recognized her name, right? After a bit of thinking she came to the conclusion that this cat was closest to what she remembered of Bumblebreak. Anyway, to answer her question..
"I.. i w-was on... a hunt.. and.. t-two..legs, they just... grabbed... me... I was alone... c-couldn't defend myself.." The more she used her voice the more clear the words she was saying got, though her tone was still raspy from not being used. "They.. didn't give.. me food.. 'n stuff.. broke my tail... yeah, I think.. you get... the gist. Won't... make you.. listen.. to my sob.. story. Then.. I managed... to get out... because the... small.. twoleg felt... bad for me... when I... mewled enough... and now I managed... to make... it back... here. And... yeah. I don't...know.. I was.. hoping I could.. join ThunderClan.. again?" She tipped her head, blue eyes wide open.
Oh- there was someone.... Rainhound squinted at the feline who was talking to her, trying to make out details that would remind her of who this was. Surely someone from her list if they recognized her name, right? After a bit of thinking she came to the conclusion that this cat was closest to what she remembered of Bumblebreak. Anyway, to answer her question..
"I.. i w-was on... a hunt.. and.. t-two..legs, they just... grabbed... me... I was alone... c-couldn't defend myself.." The more she used her voice the more clear the words she was saying got, though her tone was still raspy from not being used. "They.. didn't give.. me food.. 'n stuff.. broke my tail... yeah, I think.. you get... the gist. Won't... make you.. listen.. to my sob.. story. Then.. I managed... to get out... because the... small.. twoleg felt... bad for me... when I... mewled enough... and now I managed... to make... it back... here. And... yeah. I don't...know.. I was.. hoping I could.. join ThunderClan.. again?" She tipped her head, blue eyes wide open.
Twolegs. It was always Twolegs, and Bumblestar was honestly getting pretty tired of hearing it. They were big and lumbering and cats were the exact opposite - it should be very easy to get away. But so many seemed to have trouble with that. Despite Rainhound's nasty condition, Bumblestar couldn't stop her upper lip from twitching in disappointment.
"Look, what happened to you sucks 'n I hate you had to suffer through that. But it's Twolegs. They're easy enough to run away from even with a broken paw 'n that should've been your first instinct, either run or climb somethin' so that they can't get to you. I can't let you back in if that's what made you go missing in the first place. Had one too many gimme that same excuse 'n I don't wanna deal with it anymore."
(Sunfall was originally ThunderClan, went missing like all my other cats. Please tell me if this is the incorrect way to rejoin)
Sunfall kneaded the grass worriedly. Would Bumblestar let them back into the Clan, after they'd been away so long? They hadn't intended to get so lost.
It felt weird being here, Softsky knew that she knew this place, but it almost felt like she was in a dream. The kind where you just walk around in an area that feels uncannily realistic despite never being there, which was weird, since she had been here. Maybe it was what nine whole moons had done to her memory, it was already pretty faulty but being away from Thunderclan made it worse, so much worse somehow.
She learned a lot in the past nine moons, like how they didn't fully identify as a molly, but rather, partially, like, something was missing although there wasn't anything else to find. That and just, how to handle her emotions, which felt nice considering last time she was here, it was like she was panic and nothing else. To be honest, if they ever actually talked to the cat who she remembered last being here, fleeing from the territory in a purposeful yet forced way by her own mind, Softsky wouldn't recognize here, and that was for the better.
Now, all she had to hope was that returning here wouldn't be in vain, sure she left without warning but. . .she wanted to go home now. Nine months of basically being alone with only a few conversations to tide her over drove them damn near crazy after all, so, maybe, if the stars alligned and Bumblestar or, whoever was leader, let her, she'd finally be at the clan she swore loyalty to as just a young adolescent all those moons ago.
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 35 Moons
Bilingual T2 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Beefed up T3
"....You see: Cindersky was leader and Bumble-sis says she was a good one but she died cos she never got all nine lives. Bumble says Sparrowstar (Sparrowflight) after her was a disappointment though and she may be alive but last anyone saw of her a twoleg got her and that was a while ago. Then there was Thrushstar who was a lame bad person and vanished so now we have Bumblestar! Bumbles is great and now thunderclan is too again, we even beat up riverclan a couple of times when they were mean.
Rosepaw is actually someone I know and she became Roseraven but apparently she did something bad on accident (not my business) so she was demoted from med cat to warrior and only recently went missing.
I dunno who Necterflame is though, sorry."
Did Mudhound need to breath? Could they talk forever? All questions without an answer as the tripod rambled on, waiting for the leader alongside Moosecrash. At least the day was nice for it, birds chirping in the trees and if they werent watching the other maine coon Mudhound would go hunting again, just for the fun of it.
MOOSECRASH
51 Moons (Mentally 35) | He/Him | Well Insulated | Two Left Paws (Exp 7/29)
Feeling another wave of dizziness, Moosecrash decided this energetic tripod warrior had the right idea, and sat with a soft thump on the ground, nodding as he listened to the explanations. "Yes, I remember Sparrowflight vaguely, I can't say for sure if I remember Thrushstar, though," he replies before a sadness flashed through his eyes.
"Rosep- Roseraven is missing? How awful. She's such a good cat," he added, his deep voice filled with sorrow at the information. Things really had changed. He had been gone for much longer than he thought. And there were so many questions he still had. How did he get the scars that now adorned him? Why had the camp moved? What had this Thrushstar done to incite such animosity just at the mere mention of the name?
It was a lot to take in in such a short time. And this cat didn't seem to know of the other cats that Moosecrash had mentioned. "So Dawnstar is back with Shadowclan, the camp has moved, and many of the cats I remember seeing just yesterday are missing or dead..." He trailed off. His tail tip twitched as all of the questions raced through his mind.
"And, if i understand correctly, Thunderclan has faced not one, but two major battles since then?" As he mentioned the battles he felt his shoulder twinge again, almost as if his body was recalling what his brain could not. He gave the fur on his shoulders a good cleaning, and then turned his hazel eyes towards the forest.
"I certainly hope your Bumblestar can help me make sense of some of this..."
Name: Kestrel Age: 6 moons Gender: Male Rank Request: Apprentice New Name: Copperpaw Reason for Joining: His mother is Autumnpaw, littermate of Springlight. Autumnpaw gave birth to Kestrel much too young to be a good mother and planned to give him to Springlight to raise. Autumn doesn’t know of Springlight’s presumed death, so she is arriving at the border with the intention of meeting her sister and handing over Kestrel. Mention Me: @dino.
AUTUMN
It was impressive how far her offspring had made it on the journey to Thunderclan. Kestrel had marched right alongside her until a little while ago, when he finally began to complain about his paws hurting. So the young mother begrudgingly scooped him up by the scruff, carrying the 6 moons old tom carefully.
She wasn’t as sad as she thought she’d be when she envisioned leaving her son with her sister. Springlight had always been the mother of the group, and Autumn had always been the troublemaker. She wasn’t cut out for motherhood. Besides, Kestrel had made it clear that he wanted nothing more than to join his auntie’s clan.
They arrived after a couple hours of travel, and she halted at the border, setting Kestrel down beside her. “Don’t cross the border, kid,” she reminded him, brushing her stump of a tail in the grass. With bright blue eyes she scanned the woods, looking for a sign of her sister. “Springlight?” she hissed softly, peering through the foliage.
KESTREL
This was quite frankly humiliating. He’d promised himself and Autumn that he could make the whole journey on his own. And the fact that his mother seemed doubtful made him all the more eager to prove her wrong. So it was with great disappointment that he now found himself dangling from her jaws.
But! The anticipation of meeting his aunt and joining the clan overshadowed his embarrassment. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. For as long as he could remember his mother had told him tales of Thunderclan, and his father had rolled his eyes. But Kestrel had been entranced. Adventure, knowledge, other cats. What more could there be to wish for?
He wriggled out of her jaws eagerly, sniffing the scent at the invisible border. “I know,” he replied sharply, rolling his eyes at his mother’s nagging. He knew the rules. All of them. Committed to memory. And he was proud of it. Autumn had warned him that the other kits and apprentices might look down on him for being a former outsider, and he was determined to prove them wrong. He hadn’t even met them, but he knew he could impress them. Now where was his aunt?
Re: ThunderClan Outsider Joining
