☆FireflyKit☆
Female | 0 Moons | ThunderClan Kit | Posts: 10/10
fluffy white she-cat with light orange-golden spots and yellow eyes. lots of neck fluff
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The she-kit was simply prancing around and basking in her own glory that she was destined to have. She (unwisely so) hadn’t been watching her own pas placements however. As she stepped she felt something mushy and dusty and very uncomfortable for just walking. She hesitantly looked down, spotting a lot of disgusting insects. And they were now crawling up her leg! “ew Ew EW! Get them off, get them off!” she whined frantically backing up and flinging her leg, watching as little black dots flew all around. She couldn’t be sure they all fell off of her, causing her to meticulously check all her fluff. Thank StarClan there weren’t more (or she’d have a freak out). “Gross…” she mumbled.
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Ugh. Well. This had not gone according to plan. Sprucejumper did not like this. He did not like this one bit.
The tom did not like interactions in the best of days. That did not, however, mean that he wanted to ignore his apprentice. He just preferred to train her elsewhere. In the territory. Away from prying eyes that could judge his every non verbal move. Where he could just flounder under the singular gaze of Snotzilla. Because hey, if she didn't like his methods of teaching, she could always find someone better, right? Well... maybe not better. He was The Boulder's best student ever. Obviously there could be no better overall cat for the job... but maybe someone that could actually be assed to articulate might be a smidge more suitable for the task than him if only for the details the position entailed overall.
A sigh escaped the tom as he relegated himself to his fate. The partnerships required to escape these walls and gain some level of freedom were no longer an option, the clan instead doomed to a lockdown. A lockdown that admittedly would have had the solitary tom wondering if perhaps it was time to leave this place before sacrifices began being made to the star gods these cats worshiped... if not for the very real danger of predators outside. Fighting was not his forte. It would never be. So instead he would have to make do with what he was handed. And that meant training Snotzilla in the clearing. What a bother. Still... Sprucejumper might be many a thing, but a slacker he was not. Procrastinator in the hopes that things would look up and he could reap the benefits of patience? Sure? Do absolutely nothing when it was clear things weren't getting better? That was simply foolish, even by his standards.
"Sunpaw?" the tom called out in the clearing as he padded towards its center in a clear timbre.
He was silent, yes. But not shy. He wouldn't stammer simply because he needed to call to the pale tabby in the hopes she was around camp. It was high time they started their training... hopefully things wouldn't be as awkward today. Yeah. Right. Oh well... A cat could dream...
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Meanwhile, Sunpaw here never squandered any chance to have a social interaction with anyone in the clan. Though she normally would tend to play and talk with the kits but anyone was a target for her really. She couldn't help it when she was a natural-born butterfly, making connections was her number one skill. The ginger paw was sitting, staring at the camp entrance with a hint of annoyance radiating off of her. She had liked going out of camp on little adventures with other cats, it was her chance to collect stuff. She really wanted to gather some new pretty flowers but now that was taken from her with this lockdown. The only way she'd get to go out is if a hornet came with her and some other warrior and she doubted collecting flowers would be a good reason. At least she got to enjoy being out of camp before it all went down, now it was just waiting till the lockdown was lifted.
She perked at the sound of her name and tilted her head back to see it was her mentor, her new one. He was a little weird in her eyes but it was mainly because of his speech pattern. Sunpaw had never run into someone who only spoke one word before, most either were talkative or didn't speak at all. "HI!!" she jumped to her paws as she gave her mentor her full attention. "That's me, are we going out? OOH did you manage to convince a hornet to let us go? ooorr are we going to do fun stuff here in camp?" right off the bat she went with her onslaught of questions, hopefully it didn't chase off the older cat.
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And finally Wolfhive was gone, out of both their fur. Antpaw dips his head in greeting at the nagging hornet as he finally leaves, busy with work, no doubt. Though Antpaw doesn't realize it, his eyes are filled with both jealousy and admiration towards the cat. It must be nice, to be so strong and respected in the clan.
Antpaw looks at his new mentor Brackenclaw with nervousness and anticipation. "What are we talking about?" He asks after a while, not knowing what else to say. His training? One thing's for sure, it was definitely not about his good looks and personality.
Brackenclaw would think about what to say next. Even as a Apprentice Brackenclaw struggled with talking. It wasn't that he was shy far from it. Brackenclaw was just a cat of few words preferring to keep to himself and work hard for the Clan. He never was someone who liked yakking his gums as some would call it. "So do you know any training yet?" Brackenclaw would meow even though he knew from Wolfhive that Antpaw was still a fresh Apprentice with no training Brackenclaw decided to ask the Apprentice himself. If Antpaw wanted to ask Brackenclaw about anything himself he had the chance to do so. @Badwolf
Brackenclaw would think about what to say next. Even as a Apprentice Brackenclaw struggled with talking. It wasn't that he was shy far from it. Brackenclaw was just a cat of few words preferring to keep to himself and work hard for the Clan. He never was someone who liked yakking his gums as some would call it. "So do you know any training yet?" Brackenclaw would meow even though he knew from Wolfhive that Antpaw was still a fresh Apprentice with no training Brackenclaw decided to ask the Apprentice himself. If Antpaw wanted to ask Brackenclaw about anything himself he had the chance to do so. @Badwolf
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"Not really." Antpaw answers, his tone turning sour at the thought of that again. "We just practiced some crouch in the name of battle training."
He hadn't even had a tour of the territory yet. Okay, it technically wasn't his mentor's fault- he had pestered Sunflowerswirl so much for battle training that she went to it first without showing him around. But, Antpaw thinks back, the so called battle training wasn't actually useful either. What was the point of learning how to crouch? Everyone knew how to do that.
No battle techniques, no strategies, no rolling and kicking and swiping and mock fighting. Antpaw still felt disappointed recalling that.
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Male | 9 Moons | ThunderClan Apprentice | Mentor: Skunk’Ridge | Posts: 49/100
light gray tabby tom with fluffy cloud-like fur and stormy blue eyes. his ears have white fur tufts at the top
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He was bored being confined in camp and all. Why not entertain himself? He found a few decently sized rocks, dragging them to where he wished to work and (miraculously so) found some mud. This worked. Why not make some cute things he could put around him and his friends nests?
The apprentice dipped his paw into the mud, not much minding the squelch in between his claws as he did so. He then pulled over a rock and placed his paw, lifting his paw and looking at the print it made. A bit smudged, but he could get better with practice! He nudged the rock in the sun to dry, repeating the process plenty of times until he had a collection of rocks. Perhaps too many?
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There was a restless energy in the camp, as though many cats had too much energy and nothing to do with it. A few cats sat around, more of them looked for ways to entertain themselves. At least Weevilkit wouldn't be the only one restricted to the camp.
A white-she cat caught Weevilkit's eyes as she bounded past, in hot pursuit of a fluttering leaf. The brown she-cat smiled and got to her paws, shaking some dust from her pet before she, too, chased after the leaf. She managed to bat it with her paws, only for the leaf to be blown higher by the breeze. Her fluffy tail flicked excitedly as she gave chase along with the white cat. If she was gonna be living here now, she might as well try to make friends.
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Snowpaw reached out a paw, almost catching the leaf as it fluttered away, straight into another cat's paws, who had tried to catch it but got blown away. Snowpaw raced after it, realizing the cat was following her, also trying to catch the leaf. Cool! Maybe she'd make a new friend! She batted at the leaf, claws unsheathed, trying to snag it. Somehow it got away again. "After it!" Snowpaw squealed in delight, bounding forwards in hot pursuit of the leaf.
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Male | 9 Moons | ThunderClan Apprentice | Mentor: Skunk’Ridge | Posts: 50/100
light gray tabby tom with fluffy cloud-like fur and stormy blue eyes. his ears have white fur tufts at the top
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So, he had a hell of a lot of rocks, and a hell of a lot of nowhere to put them. That means that he had to make all after lap to his friends! And he knew exactly who his first victim would be. He scanned the area for quite a while for his bestest friend ever, finally spotting her (wherever that may be) and grinning as he picked up his best rock and bound over to her, setting it down at her paws and nudging it closer.
“Hey Ravey! I made this super-cool rock with my paw print so you'll always remember me and stuff! It was my best one too!” he flicked his tail to show the direction of the lot of other rocks then grinned back to her.
The days were still warm despite Leaf-Fall being just around the corner. Hollowpaw had never seen Leaf-Fall before, and he was actually looking forward to it for once. He stretched out in a sunbeam, letting the midday rays soak into his warm brown pelt. Hardly once had he had any moment to sit and do nothing this past moon... he was quite pleased with this moment. A rare feeling for him indeed.
Maybe this time alone would be enough of a respite for him to ponder his plans for world domination...
Okay.... maybe he's been laying here in the sun way too long, because, is it just him, or is it like, really hot all of a sudden? Genuinely when did it get so hot? Is this normal sun behavior? Because he doesn't like it. Like. At all.
Getting to his paws, Hollowpaw finds that he's even panting because of the heat... gross... he's going back to his den where there's shade and water and none of this evil sun. Horrific. Curse the sun. When he's ruler of the forest, the sun is going to be the first thing he outlaws. Stupid. Dumb. Awful. Hate it.
There he was! Wolfhive wasn't bothering to mask how bristly his pelt was, how amped up he was over these bitter circumstances. There was nothing pleasant about this discussion, a conversation paved in the lifeblood of a queen.
Frankly, he was disgusted and he didn't hide the contempt as he squared up with the old man.
"How dare you?!" Though Wolfhive had tried to keep his composure, it was cracking from his anger and thus, his voice raised. "You knock up some she-cat and blatantly ignore not only her as she dies during kitting, but the children produced afterward?" Wolfhive's paw jerked to jab Spiderthroat in the chest. Wouldn't hurt him - well, not in a way that'd draw blood, but might hammer in how serious this was. "You're supposed to be a deputy. Cats're supposed to look up to you - so get your head out of your freakin' ass 'n act like it. Take responsibility for your actions and take care of your kits! It shouldn't be just on Softdaisy to raise 'em, it's on YOU as their goddamn father."
Another jab.
"And if you keep trying to ignore them, you'll have more to worry about than just being yelled at in the clearing!"
A final hiss, his tail lashing. "Do I make myself clear, Spiderthroat?"
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
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You know. He could mark this off as a first. He what? Heh? Huh? The Calico could do nothing but simply stand there and blink blankly as Wolfhive continued to yell at him for apparently falling in love and creating a family, and apparently now be a deadbeat dad to a gaggle of kits he'd never seen nor heard about? By a mother he'd never even spoken to once?
A pause, a snort, but not in a laughing way, no, moreso he tried to inhale and exhale way. His body was shutting down. This was it. He apparently has kits??? Last he checked he was only attracted to being the best. So this was new. Very new. After a few moments all that came out of the tom was
"Heh??"
Ears twitching consistantly, tail following in tune. Wait. Hold on, rebooting wait a second he could easily diffuse this. "Listen. We need to get your head checked...because me havin kits...is an entirely new thing I don't think I've even dreamed of in my far future. Also. I know I'm great lookin and all but I'm not a head turner..." hey wait a second he's missing the most important actual debate winner for him.
"Also....what??" Smooth Spiderthroat. Smooth. You know, years of experience in fighting, confrontation, haggling, debating. Nothing, and he means nothing prepared him for this. Did he seem like the type to settle down and have a family? No. He seemed like the type to make the wrong joke and end up face first in a creek. Or picked up by an Eagle. The possibilities are endless. And sadly in his future, none of them are happy nor alive.
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