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.
There it was, just ahead of her!! This would be her best pounce yet, her winning moment!! Fluffy tail wiggled in the air, as she continued to stare at the ball, an awfully prolonged preparation.
1....2....3!!!!!!!
The brown kitten went flying through the air, pouncing practice nowhere near refined - one paw hit the ball (which, uh, by the way counts as a big win!!) the other barely skirted the ground, before she went rolling headfirst.
[perms to have her proper crash into Buzzkit if you want lol!!!!]
Smokefang, the double faced.
Grey tom with green eyes, and dark grey stripes on the body
He/him
Warrior of ThunderClan... It was such... An honor, to be counted as a warrior in such a powerful clan.
And for Smokefang, it was a step closer to his objective. Be the top of the top, an renowed elite warrior amongst the clan, the best of the best... He had trained... So hard, so long...
The grey tom sighed, rolling his shoulders as he walked in the clearing, warming up his paws after a quick nap, for the missions to come today...
He was two sides of a face, outside, he was friendly, enthusiastic, and supportive... In the inside... He was the complete opposite. Every cat in this clearing, was a rival.
Not a real one, no, the only real rival he had was probably dead, no way that rogue that took him out of the flames managed to make him survive the burns...
But still, they remained a danger for his objective. The tom sat in a corner, green eyes looking left and right, calmly, patiently...
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
-Inferno, the revengful-
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Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
He hadn't even realized he was doing it until the kit had whispered. His paw shooting up, fur fluffed once he realized. Oh this wasn't Asterdance. Asterdance was dead and this right here was a parasite. Yep. A parasite. Holding his paw up Spiderthroat did his best to discern what to do. He was trying his hardest to keep himself from caving in, falling into the trap of being a father to a gaggle of kits who believed that they were in fact his kits.
After a very, very very long moment of his gears turning, the calico could do nothing more than cough and adjust his tail. Now swooping it so it gently rested on his paws. Realizing he was still holding his paw up, he elected to simply lower it and pull at his tail fur. What does he say to a kit that wouldn't scare them off?
Waspkit continued to purr loudly, her tail twitching softly as she continued to nuzzle her dad. She barely noticed that he just kept his paw in the air for a bit, his tail resting on his paws before placing the paw in the air on the ground to pick at his fur. Dad is kinda weird, but that's ok. Waspkit shall tolerate his weirdness and love him in spite of it! The half-white she-kit was happy in this state with her dad before he just had to ruin it by asking who abandoned her. It took Waspkit a moment to process what the tom had said before she snapped her head up to stare at him with those bright yellow eyes of her's. No one abandoned her! She had Softdaisy and Hornetkit and maybe Mantis; she wasn't abandoned. "No one. Who abandoned you? Were you too weird for them?" Waspkit snapped at him, her tail bristling slightly. She was not alone. She had her siblings and Mama Soft Daisy. Maybe this weirdo if he decided to not be so mean.
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Re: ThunderClan Clearing
Glidefeather
(Beautiful white she-cat with ice blue eyes)
She/her, 18 moons, ThunderClan Warrior
Glidefeather looked around the clearing, she hoped she could go hunting soon. She didn't care to take prey from the pile. Glidefeather lied down and looked around, enjoying watching the activities of the day.
Charredpaw stuck her head out from the apprentice's den, blinking her eyes blearily. The early morning cool puffed out her black coat, though it smoothed out quickly with a strong shake. She padded over cheerfully, smiling despite the desolate weather.
"Morning, Hollybristle! What's the plan for today?" Her tail lashed with sudden excitement as she went into a crouched position. "Are we going to do some hunting? Or- ooh- maybe some battle practice?!"
''I was thinking about hunting,'' Hollybristle mewed with a wave of her thick, fluffy tail. ''The sick cats at Sunkissed Creek would appreciate it, I'm sure. However, I'll be the cat taking it to them. I don't want to risk you falling ill.''
The apprentice gave a curt nod, trying to look serious but her quivering tail gave away her excitement. Truthfully, hunting was her favourite. She loved having to track down the prey and use her skills to make the kill. "Okay! I'll make sure to catch a lot for them!" There was a hint of pride in her voice as she followed her mentor.