ThunderClan Territory

[Lightningpaw666]

Brackenclaw- He/Him, No purrks, 24 moons old, Thunderclan Warrior.

Brackenclaw for some reason was being dragged off with Kestrelpaw to go hunting. Although to Brackenclaw he didn't care one way or the other he was likely to end up hunting anyway. Brackenclaw was always keeping himself busy for the sake of Thunderclan. The big Maine Coon followed Kestrelpaw for now allowing the Apprentice to believe she was in charge was easier than trying to reign in her ego. Maybe if she was his Apprentice then sure he would speak up but for now he only wanted to go hunting in his mind bringing Kestrelpaw just meant more cats to hunt meaning more potential for more prey to bring back to Thunderclan. At least in his head. "Very well but be careful and if I say to be quiet then do so we don't want to alert the whole forest of our presence do we?" Brackenclaw would meow towards the opinionated Apprentice his voice in it's usual dark and deep tone. He was attempting to steer the Apprentice to do things his way without starting a fight. Brackenclaw was a large Maine Coon with long dark brown fur orange eyes that seem to be able to pierce into the very soul of whoever he was looking at rippling muscles and white fur under his chin and down his chest with upward pointed ears. He would then add. "Also might I suggest we head for Firefly Cove it is full of prey at this time of year." Brackenclaw would suggest again attempting to steer the Apprentice to a place that Brackenclaw felt comfortable hunting with Apprentices that wasn't his. Firefly Cove was a safe place for the most part and Brackenclaw didn't like taking Apprentices he didn't know anywhere dangerous. @Rose

[alec]

->> horsetrot <<-
[ he/him | thunderclan | 32moons | purrks ]
white tom with a russet splotch and blue& green eyes

the white feline awoke to the sun just barely creeping over the horizon and wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back to sleep. it was too early, the red bleeding across the sky, heavily golden tinted light filtering in through the warriors den entrance, reminded him of a night long passed. of panic and grief, of the heat of flames burning around him, the sharp burnt scent of flames eating into pelt and skin, the loss of everything he had. he knew what had followed was peace, coming to thunderclan had changed everything and he had had to change everything, but if he got the chance to relive that had happened, well, he wouldve made different choices.
however, now that he was already awake, horsetrot stretched in his nest before attempting to leave the warriors den as quietly as possible, stepping around familiar pelts and snoring bodies until the early morning light was shining down on his white and russet pelt. the wild was pleasant, and horsetrot could taste that it had rained during the night, soil still damp and the peculiar, comforting smell of rain light in the cool air.
the warrior had nothing planned for today, as of yet anyway, so he looked around the clearing for a moment, letting the cool early morning air calm his memories before approaching a warrior for patrol.

a bit later, the sun had crept higher into the sky by now, hot rays shining down on clean white pelt, horsetrot lead the dark warrior (who also happened to be a good bit taller than him, curse his genetics) he had selected in the clearing, into a part of the territory he particularly liked. it was quiet, mostly, after they had left the territory, and horsetrot gave the other tom a nod of acknowledgement before parting ways. nose to the ground the white tom made his way through thick greenery, moss, cobwebs or prey, that were the things he wanted to bring back today.

[ @HerbalTea - vulturewhisper + horsetrot patrol ]