ThunderClan Clearing

[Badwolf]

[Antpaw]
Apprentice|6 moons|Thunderclan

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Wait, his mentor... was here? He could hear her voice, drifting in the air, and his ears immediately turn towards her direction. Did... did she hear that? Did she hear him say that he thought she was weak? Antpaw searched around for her, hoping it was just his imagination. And indeed, she wasn't there.

He was just paranoid, there was no way she heard, Antpaw reassures himself. And besides, it was the truth. He didn't have to feel bad over it. It was all going to be fine.

"A hunting patrol? But I haven't learned how to hunt yet!" Antpaw meows back to Wolfhive, alarmed. He might be grumpy and mean at times, but he wasn't an idiot, and Antpaw didn't trust his own chances to catch anything on the first try. In fact, he was starting to get a sneaking suspicion that Wolfhive was doing this on purpose to humiliate him.

@BEAR. /Wolfhive

[Luna16]

Acornfall

Acornfall's amber gaze glanced between the kits at play and Wolfhive. It looked like the gray-and-white tom might be organizing patrols, but he wasn't sure. His tail flicked back forth, slightly distressed. He wanted to play with the kits, and keep them from shredding each other, but he also wanted to join a patrol to provide for his clan...

He closed eyes to focus and with a huff trotted over to Wolfhive, standing a respectful distance away. He decided he should check to see if he was needed for anything before he went to play with the kits. Duties first!

[Estelle]

Twistedkit
Black she with cream swirls and white flecks; green-blue coloured eyes, one with polycoria and a scar.

What do we have here? Her paws were scooped around the soil that coated the ground, a wide grin spread across the feline's face as she eyed the subject of her interest with care. Idle claws were unsheathed as she carefully poked at the little grains of brown her clan walked upon on the daily, the twisted-cream stripes of her tail swaying over from left to right with vigour, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. Her expression grew from mischief to gleeful enjoyment as she threw herself to the ground, the soil kicked up in the air and falling upon the fur of her belly, a tickling sensation.

The bugs were flying. They flew, then they fell, and she caught them. Mister Bunny must be around here somewhere, too - a long-lasting friend of hers, he dug burrows. She imagined, the soil sticking to her fur, it must be what it felt like being underground to Mister Bunny. Truthfully, Twistedkit knew she was not yet meant to be outside - mind you, not because of age! She was not little anymore. They just liked her inside the den. But the den was far too stuffy, the outside was far more interesting. It's where she saw Mister Bunny, running about (a figment of her imagination, much like the bugs, if you will, but to her all too real. Always there. Always watching; a comfort in the unfamiliarity).

Twistedkit blinked. Twistedkit. What a name! Not Scrap, not Twisty - but Twisted. She liked her name. But she was hungry, now, so Twistedkit ought to find a competent member of the clan and request some food. Oh gee, who shall be her victim today? One who looked upon her with scorn - one she didn't know? Twistedkit giggled to herself, pushing herself to her paws, bits of soil falling to the ground. With ruffled fur, the kitten rushed through the clearing upon light paws, a smile plastered across the multi-coloured feline's face as she found her victim. A paw lifted intent on poking the feline for attention, before it lifted to rest in front of her maw and lower down.
"Hungry."
She tried to sign, head tilted.


[ Open ]

[Luna16]

Originally Posted by Wingnettle

Halfpaw
10 moons | Maine Coon half-breed with an orange and gray tabby coat.


Halfpaw walked restlessly in the clearing, making wide rounds as if he were patrolling the clan walls himself. Damn Starclan, why did things have to be so hard?
He had made a long and dangerous travel all on his own just to see his real, former home without the aid of his parents. And yet he was just a little apprentice looked on upon everyone who passed by.

The outsider...
The son of the traitors who chose to abandon Thunderclan..
...He doesn't deserve to be here...
He will steal our resources while growing up, then come back to his coward parents and leave us...
He has no sense of loyalty...
He's a menace...

So many voices screamed in his head. Stop you! It isn'true!
He shook his head this side and the other, squinting his eyes in hope that all the words and the faces would disappear from his head.

He thought Starclan would still watch over him!
This is not true. The star warriors had conducted him here. They had played with his life, and now he was paying for it. He thought his head might explode any time.

He felt tormented.

...Maybe, his place wasn't here?
Maybe... his loyalty didn't count. For anyone. For the stars even, maybe.

With his ears dangling sadly from his skull, he headed to the apprentices' den. Another mockery to the fact that despite his age, he hadn't been made a warrior yet. They want to test him before, he was sure of that.
But now, he was exhausted. He had no energy.

The reality was as clear as ice in a cold day: the warriors, at least the older ones, didn't want to teach him. They avoided him, silently refusing their tasks and making away with it.

The pouting tom was heading inside, not to cool himself from the strong greenleaf sun, but to hide himself and his face from the rest of the clan.

He still felt an outsider after 7 moons spent here.

(Open!)

Sunnystreak

Sunnystreak looked up from where he and his sister were sharing tongues when he noticed Halfpaw's distressed pacing. He watched as the young cat slipped into the apprentice's den, and frowned. He could only imagine how he felt and what he was going through. "One sec." He told Strawberryfur, touching his nose to her's before bounding after Halfpaw.

As he approached, he slowed down. He didn't want to startle him. "Halfpaw?" He called into the den. "Are you okay?" He immediately regretted the question, it was stupid. How could he be okay? It was obvious that he wasn't. He groaned at his own stupidity. "I mean...do you wanna talk about it?" He tried again. This whole...cheering others up thing was usually Strawberryfur's forté. But he felt like he had to try. Even though he'd never experienced something like Halfpaw has, he did know what it felt like to feel like you constantly have to prove yourself. And the frustration and despair that comes with that burden.

[Highsnow of Matterhorn]

《 Alpinepaw 》
76/100
she/her | Thunderclan apprentice | 6 moons

Alpinepaw stood there for a few seconds before ducking and rolled onto her side. She then quickly got up. Alpinepaw did the best she could.

@isla

[Estelle]

Yuuuupp!! The time had come! Poppypaw was much bigger now, and she needed to go look for Springy... Somewhere. Bumblystar said she was dead - but that meant her Pap was probably dead too and she couldn't have that!! Poppypaw had to go look for her, to be sure. And one way to go about that was climbing the trees, because... Birds liked trees. Now the only issue; she couldn't climb very well. The brittle apprentice had tried once really and she got up !! But then fell down reeeeaaalllll fast and someone had to catch her. So! She decided to ask bumblystar for help -- she ought to know how to do this stuff!
"Bumblystar! Bumblystar!!"
The apprentice called, tripping as she approached the leader.
"Bumblystar !!! Poppy had a question. Well. Two questions. Do you like being called Bumblystar? Acorn called you Bumblystar! But no one else does! But! But !! Bumblystar -- or Bum..Bumblestar? I had another question! Can Bumbly teach Poppy how to climb? Pleasseeee? Preettyyyyy?? You see, you see! I climbed once, a little, alone! But then I fell! And I get aaaallll whoozy sometimes, you know, I'm always falling about and I don't know if that'll make climbing more difficult nope, so I'm asking you!"


[ @dino. ]


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She knew how to hunt now. BUT, she also required the knowledge on how to be cool like Pap! Like, super cool like Pap! So she could find him! That's why Poppypaw was on the lookout today, scanning the clearing for a victim -- the victim whom would beeeeee Sprucey!! He was always grumpy looking, so he had to be good at the fighting business. That's why, with her wide stance and wobbles, Poppypaw snuck closer to the young warrior with the intention of spooking him, boo!!
"Sprucey !! Can you teach Poppy how to be cool like Pap? So Poppy can fight and find Pap? Pretty pretty pleaseeee?"


[ @Alchemist Kitsune ]

[Tallstar]

Briarfur sat in the clearing gazing about

#RTMBriarfur

[nyme]

HE SAID THAT IN THE END IT IS BEAUTY
THAT IS GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✪ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

PEACHKIT . 4 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Peachkit tumbled after a butterfly, intent on taking the pretty little bug down. It was already flying lopsided, one wing torn by a lucky kitten-claw...a ferocious hunter was he!

activity / open

[Spider]

Originally Posted by nyme

HE SAID THAT IN THE END IT IS BEAUTY
THAT IS GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✪ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

PEACHKIT . 4 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Peachkit tumbled after a butterfly, intent on taking the pretty little bug down. It was already flying lopsided, one wing torn by a lucky kitten-claw...a ferocious hunter was he!

activity / open

cliffjumper walked out of the warriors den and saw the kit playing trying to catch the little yellow butterfly that flutterd around the paws of the kit the orange warrior noticed that its wing was torn explaining why it was flying the way it was the warrior smiled watching the kit take down the butterfly after a few more hits cliff walked over dispute his large size his steps were quiet "Wow looks like we got a great hunter on our paws" complimenting the kits hunting skill

[BEAR.]

Sometime after the meeting, Wolfhive made his way over to the camp entrance. With two new apprentices under his wing he wanted to start their training.

"Whitepaw!" [ @Nymph ]