Risingstorm walked in for the second time this moon his side hurt but was patched up for the most part "Bumblestar?" the warrior said sitting down "early this morning flaming claw atacked me and I killed him" he meowed telling her what happened "it was strange , he said I was a intruder or something, got me pretty good" the warrior said slight pain in his voice he should have just stayed in he nest but no he didn't had to get up and talk too the leader "i saw something in his eyes, something was wrong he wasn't himself, Sorry I know the clan is dealing with a whole bunch right now." he said looking to the side wrapping his tail around his paws
Wolfhive didn't go in too far, soaked to the bone with a puddle forming beneath his paws. He took a long moment to groom out his fur, essentially squeegeeing himself until his fur was mostly dry and he could walk without making a mess.
Then he curled up in the warmth of the nest, shivering as he tried to restore his body heat.
[TAKING PLACE BEFORE BUMBLE SET THE NEW RESTRICTIONS]
She hates you. She hates you. She HATES you.
Treetiger bit back her insecurity, the shadow lingering in the corner of her eye as she padded through the camp. Her friend was real. Her friend was REAL! She was right this entire time. She could see it. It was still a new, eerie feeling, but she could see it! No one else seemed to notice it thus far. Did they just accept it as part of her being? Perhaps. She didn't question it right now.
Blood scent would reach the den first, followed by her head poking in. "Bumblestar, I have something to report," she called in, waiting for the leader to stir or invite her in.
Once approved, she'd only take a couple steps in further before addressing the situation. The death of Mushroompaw was still fairly fresh, the loners were not hiding... well, at least Neo wasn't hiding. The tom was prancing around the territory like he owned the place lately, mouse-brain. "I found a loner in the territory. Not sure if it was the one responsible for Mushroompaw, but I killed him anyway."
Gotta cover for Neo's ass again. Best thank me later. Treetiger's bitter thoughts echoed in her mind.
Wolfhive didn't go in too far, soaked to the bone with a puddle forming beneath his paws. He took a long moment to groom out his fur, essentially squeegeeing himself until his fur was mostly dry and he could walk without making a mess.
Then he curled up in the warmth of the nest, shivering as he tried to restore his body heat.
risingstorm walked in his body was tired and his fur was soaking wet the den was warm it felt good but he as looking for wolfhive he knew his mother was bumblestar so this was his first place to look and just like that rising found wolf sleeping in his mothers nest he wasn't sure if he should bother him or not or wait till morning rising didn't bother to dry his fur yet he looked at wolfhive and stepped back to leave wolfhive need his res rising could report after the storm,
He was in the woods in pursuit of prey, and had nearly closed in on his quarry when rustling bushes caught his attention. He faltered from the distraction, and whatever he'd been going after vanished into brush.
"Oh, sorry! Did I disrupt you?" The voice belonged to an unfamiliar cat, a spotted tabby of red-brown fur. He reeked like rock and dirt, with a hint of something else Wolfhive couldn't place.
Wolfhive released the tension in his muscles. The cat didn't really seem like a threat. "Lil bit. What the hell aes you doing on ThunderClan land, rogue?" That was the only explanation to him - the scent didn't belong to any Clan and Wolfhive didn't know who this stranger was.
The cat laughed, as if Wolfhive said the funniest thing ever. "Rogue??? You must have me mistaken for someone else! Oh, deary me, I don't think anyone's made that error before..."
"Look, I dunno what's so funny but you aren't a Clan cat and you're trespassing, so get." Wolfhive took a step toward the intruder, hackles raised. He wasn't a small cat by any means and paired with his bared teeth and unsheathed claws, he thought himself an intimidating sight.
What he got in return? "Bop!" A paw gently collides against his nose, and Wolfhive recoiled with a hiss.
"You're quite wrong on both accounts!" The cat waved his tail and began to pad away from Wolfhive, deeper into the forest. "There’s more to this world than you've realized... for starts: you're not in ThunderClan!"
Come to think of it, the woods DID look a bit different... Wolfhive didn't recognize where he was, but he could see the stars glittering among the trees and grass. "And just because you don't understand my scent doesn't make me any less of a Clan cat.
"I know they've tried to erase us." It almost sounded mournful? Sad in its own way. "But I've never stopped being a proud SkyClan cat.. and I never will even as we're forgotten."
Yeah, okay, so maybe Wolfhive ate something off and he was having a weird dream. He didn't know what this cat was on about but it sounded like it was inspired by one of Goatscrunch's stories. "What's your name?" The question slipped out without thinking - an instinct, a curiosity.
The stranger paused and looked back at Wolfhive. His face had lit up, as if he was an excited kit awaiting the question all along. 'Aconiteheart!" Acanineheart??? What sort of name was that?? Next thing Wolfhive knew his dream would feature Thedawnclaw or something equally as dumb. "You gotta go, Wolfhive, but I'll see you around soon!"
Then he woke up, a little confused but warmer than when he fell asleep. He could see fresh water marks from where someone had entered the den, but he was alone and still tired, and laid his head back down. Maybe his Bumba would be in soon... he wanted to tuck into her.
"Sure." Boss needed to have a chat then Nightgaze wouldn't question it. Hopefully she wasn't getting her ears clawed, haha! Fully entering the den she took a seat in front of Bumblestar, slightly curious about the topic of this needed conversation.
With Roaringmoon gone, Bumblestar glanced to Nightgaze.
"I want you to keep an eye on them." A short order, no-nonsense. "Make sure Wolfhive knows the same. They seem volatile 'n I don't want someone getting hurt. If you see them try anything, you've got permission to intervene."
larkswoop
killer aptitude tier three
flock together tier three
lyrebird's lullaby
larkswoop slunk into the den, shoulders brushing the walls due to her size. ''you needed me, bumblestar?''
[ @dino. - yay roaring's a valid prefix goes to see if waterfall is too ]
"Correct." With a short lash of her tail, Bumblestar turned to face Larkswoop, regarding her with sharp eyes. "I spoke to the three apprentices you were with - Dawnpaw, Alpinepaw, 'n the one who's now Flamesurge. All three of 'em said everything went decently enough, so that's good to hear."
She paused, turning her next words over in her head before she continued. "That being said. I don't want to have to chase after you every time something happens. You apparently were gnawing at the bone to start a fight with some random ShadowClanner at Seastones, putting our reputation at stake; you neglected to inform Wolfhive or myself of ShadowClan's discarded idea of a raid on our camp after you overheard that conversation at Seastones until after Wolfhive came to me, which very well could have put us in a vulnerable position if they'd chosen to continue with that decision; you blew up on Wolfpaw unprompted while he was trying to find some time to himself, fully aware of the traumatic experience he had just been forced to go through; and to top it all off, you've made a reputation for yourself of being quick to flash your claws during minor disagreements, no matter their rank or their age." Her hissy-fit over Risingstorm, then Fallingpaw, after that queen's execution, hadn't been forgotten.
Bumblestar's torn ear swiveled back and then forward again. "I want to keep givin' you chances to shape up, but you've been given quite a few already, so here's what I think is the best course of action. The next time you try to start something with someone - an argument, a fight, just randomly losing your head, I'm demoting you, 'n you'll be a kit for however long it takes you to get your act together. If blood is drawn, or you can't figure out how to listen, it's exile. Anything more extreme and I won't hesitate to end it for good. Am I understood?"
"Good. Then I don't expect to hear any push-back if any of this needs to happen." Bumblestar inclined her head to the den's lichen curtain. "That's all I needed. You're dismissed, if you don't have anything for me."
The restless kit brought herself out of the nursery, looking at the cats in the clearing. She wants to do something TOO!! Quackkit continued her long journey to the leader's den. Aha! This is where Bumble lived. Surely she wouldn't mind if Quackkit accidentally walks inside. "Bumble Bumbly Bumblestarrrr" Star was leader, but that wouldn't restraint Quackkit at all.
[Chucking Quackkit into this den for no reason if you don't mind]
Re: ThunderClan Leader's Den
Re: ThunderClan Leader's Den
