"Dad!" Antpaw's grouchy face relaxes as he finally finds Hawkthorn in the clearing. It was Starclan's luck that he wasn't outside.
"Mom's finished birthing, but there's complications." Antpaw meows. He wasn't sure exactly how to break it to his father that two of the kits were now cold. Dead. It just didn't seem like something you'll say in full view of the clan.
"You have to come to the nursery. Quickly."
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@Bluest+r~ /Hawkthorn
(Bury the sad babies, T^T)
Hawkthorn's head turned. "Complications?" He meowed and quickly rushed over to the nursery. "Is Flower okay?" He asked urgently to Antpaw
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{°·. Dreamingstar is leader of Fogclan. She has a semi-open den policy. .·°}
vm me to enter my lair. it has infinite movies and wifi! snacks will be given. sometimes..
@/Eucalyptuspaw came for the movies and snacks!! @/snowflake. enters, carrying a whole buncha snowballs @/ChromeSilver_Hwaa enters carrying a Tiramisu Cake @/Clamfish came for the drama, fruits, and macaroni and cheese
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Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 22 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
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Mind Reader [INACTIVE]
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It was a good day to start a conversation. Well, a good day for the cats that were not sick. The scarred she-cat padded across the clearing, spotting the brown-furred Elder sitting. Putting on a warm and friendly smile Mothflame padded over, slowing when she got closer as to not startle the old chap.
"Hello, Lionwish." She greeted with a slight nod, a purr tinging her voice.
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LIONWISH
THECRETIRED WARBEAST
"Every Scar Tells A Story, Young One."
A Voice Sounded Near The Brown Tom, And Looked Up To The Younger Cat. Ah, Mothflame, Is It? Come Sit, You Look Tired. He Chirped, Moving To Make Room On The Moss For Her.
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Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Money Don't Grow On Trees.
From The Song "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked"
SILVS Is An Exiled ThunderClan Apprentice.
If He Is Needed, Mention Me.
Hornetkit was tossing a ball of moss around, attempting to pounce on it. As it toppled away once more, she adopted a (pretty bad) hunter's crouch, staring at it over her nose. This time, she'd catch it - for reals.
Acornfall sat around the edges of the clearing, his gaze taking in his clanmates. Whiskers twitching thoughtfully. I wonder how Nightwhisper and the kits are doing… And he needed to start thinking about how he would start Chasmpaw’s training. Definitely a tour. His flicked his tail thoughtfully. So many things to consider, many things happening in ThunderClan. He needed to step up and do whatever he could for his clan.
Hornetkit was tossing a ball of moss around, attempting to pounce on it. As it toppled away once more, she adopted a (pretty bad) hunter's crouch, staring at it over her nose. This time, she'd catch it - for reals.
Buzzkit doesn’t like napping in the nursery anymore. Too many kits stepping on his fur, too much moss getting stuck everywhere - he needs space to roll around! Thankfully, he sometimes manages to convince the more watchful queens to let him take naps just outside on this nice little piece of grass that gets all sunny at sunhigh. Something about keeping every kit accounted for… apparently, there are a lot of troublemakers, buuuut Buzzkit doesn’t really pay attention enough to remember those things.
Now, the kit is dozing in that spot, a short little ball of fur stretched out on his side. Staying in the nursery can get a little boring, but napping never does. Vaguely, Buzzkit feels something, like a little soft thing had rolled against his fur. He keeps dozing.
Charredpaw's whiskers quivered in excitement that her brother finally called her over to meet his new friend. She had been watching the two interact from the sidelines, carefully observing to make sure her tutoring was serving him well. And, by the looks of things, it was going very well. She padded over with some pep in her step, tail raised in a friendly manner.
"Hello!" She tried her best to hide her excitement. She had been trying her best to give him space to socialise by himself; keeping a respectful distance so she didn't overhear the conversations. Truthfully, she was ecstatic about getting called over. She had a really good feeling about this. "Just in case my brother forgot his manners, my name is Charredpaw! And you are..." She hesitated for a moment, scouring her memory. "Splitpaw, right?"
risingstorm sat in the clearing his long tail wrapped around his paws it was good to have a longer coat during the colder moons as the Tom sat he noticed wolfpaw gathering a bird. The hornet hadn't talked to much to the young med cat, what a heavy role being med cat at a young age must be. using thought before standing up and grabbing a vole his favorite prey before he sat next to wolfpaw giving him space " hello wolfpaw hows things going? he asked he hoped things were well besides the sickness going around
Pinepaw was sunbathing in the clearing when he saw his crush- Wolfpaw. Padding up to his friend, he plopped down next to his friend. Bending down to grab a sparrow, he began to eat it. "How's your day going?" he asked.
- Wolfpaw -
- He/Him - 8 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Oh, so he was getting approached. Okay. Wolfpaw... had no idea how to interact. He just glared at Pinepaw as they made their way over, and uggghhhh. Why did they have to sit next to him? AND START A CONVERSATION??? "uh, fine, i guess?" he said, pulling out the feathers from his prey.
oh great, how many more cats will approach him? He glanced up as a hornet - risingstorm - approached him. "Could be better," he muttered, flattening his ears. wait, was it impolite to just,, end it? Hell, wolfpaw had no clue. So, just to be safe, he muttered out a "Bout you?"
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Laying in a darker corner of the camp, green eyes beamed in the daylight as the warrior watched the camp buzz. Her tail tip twitched with thought about certain dreams she'd been having recently. The Dark Forest had caught whiff of her special friend, for example. It was an odd feeling. Someone aside from her had seen it. Speaking of, Treetiger's gaze drifted to the side slightly, peering a darker shadow sitting against the wall. It was eerie, never moving, and none of her clanmates were able to see it. She truly was never alone now.
Gaze drifting back towards the clearing, her head lowered to her crossed forepaws and she simply did what she did best -- stare. She stared at the cats wandering around. She felt her fur prickle from being stared at in return. That feeling never goes away now.
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