ThunderClan Stormcrest

[iliri]

Kestrelkit
medium-furred, gray-and-orange calico molly with heterochromatic green-and-blue eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | thc kit | 1 moon

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Kestrelkit stirred in her nest, the quiet warmth of the nursery wrapping her like a blanket. She could hear the gentle rustling of her denmates, the soft scuff of moss as tiny paws shifted in sleep. The air was filled with the scent of milk and familiar fur. Yet outside, the world seemed different—alive with tension. Voices carried from beyond the entrance, murmured words that pulled her ears upright and sent a flicker of curiosity coursing through her chest. Something was happening. Her wide, mismatched eyes blinked as she turned her gaze toward the soft glow of sunlight filtering into the den. She spotted Drizzlecloud’s shadow loomed at the entrance, her familiar form outlined against the brightness. She could also see the familiar shapes of Frogkit and Honeykit right next to her, seemingly also listening in on the fragments of the meeting going on outside of the nursery. Kestrelkit tilted her head, straining to listen, her mind whirring as fragments of the meeting drifted in. Names were being spoken—important names—and with them came a tone that made her fur prickle, something solemn and heavy that she didn’t quite understand. Her heart thudded, a strange mixture of curiosity and unease bubbling up within her. She had no words for the sense of importance that hung thick in the air, but it pulled her, tugging her tiny paws forward before she even made the conscious choice to move.

Quietly, she rose to her feet, the moss nest rustling behind her as she padded toward the mouth of the nursery. Her tail flicked with each cautious step, her breaths shallow with anticipation. The familiar scents of Drizzlecloud and her brothers grew stronger, a tether drawing her toward the comfort of her family. As she approached, she caught sight of Honeykit’s bright eyes, and Frogkit with his ever-present blade of grass clamped proudly in his tiny jaws. What was with him sometimes? Kestrelkit swallowed the strange, dry feeling that had crept into her throat, her small body tensing as she felt the air shift. Something about the heaviness of the voices outside, the way names she barely understood were spoken with a gravity that pressed on her chest, made her paws prickle with unease. “Mumzle?” Kestrelkit whispered, her voice small but insistent as she pressed her flank against Drizzlecloud’s side. Her tiny body vibrated with unspoken questions, the weight of the world outside pressing against her fragile understanding. She nestled deeply into her adoptive mother’s presence, her heartbeat slowing as the warmth of family enveloped her. From this vantage point, the world seemed both larger and more contained. She peered out at the gathered clan with wide eyes, her paws tucked close as if clinging to the safety of the nursery’s threshold. She didn’t fully grasp the meaning of the words spoken by Bumblestar—names and losses and a plague—but their gravity pressed against her chest all the same.

She glanced from cat to cat, recognizing some faces and others only vaguely familiar. The names of kits and apprentices who would never return hung in the air like mist over water, intangible and heavy. She didn’t understand the finality, not truly, but a soft, nameless ache bloomed in her heart as she felt the sorrow ripple through her clan. She looked up at Drizzlecloud, searching her face for answers, hoping she could answer what unspeakable mess was going on out in the clearing. She hated not knowing what was going on. She didn’t want to be afraid. She wanted to know. But the knowing felt like it would hurt. So she stayed where she was, her small body pressed firmly against her family, waiting for the moment when the truth would come closer, when she would be able to grasp it with her tiny claws, no matter how sharp it might be. Kestrelkit shifted her weight, her tiny paws kneading the soft dirt beneath her as a strange, uncomfortable energy swelled in her chest. The weight of the words in the clearing seemed to thicken the air, making it harder to breathe and sit still, but she pressed herself tighter against Drizzlecloud’s side, feeling the steady rhythm of her adoptive mother’s breathing beneath her fur. She knew she was safe here, surrounded by the warmth of her family, but the pull of the unknown—of the truth that lay just beyond her reach—gnawed at her insides like a thorn buried deep in her paw that couldn't be reached.

Her paws itched to move, to do something, but all she could do was sit and listen, her small body thrumming with the desperate need to understand. She turned her head upward once more, her eyes searching Drizzlecloud’s face for the answers she knew her mother held. “Why do they look so sad?” she asked quietly, her voice trembling with the weight of her confusion. “Did something bad happen?” The words hung in the air between them, equally fragile and raw, and her heartbeat quickened as she waited for the truth to come tumbling down.

@Omari @burntToast @Starfall

[Neptune.]

Hollowpaw
~<>~
130/200
8 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

A sprain? Stupid. Literally all that needs to be done for that is to stay off of it. Why even cause a fuss about it? Waste of time.

"Move your paw a bit. Try to put weight on it a little." That would determine the severity and how long she would need to stay off of it. Best case scenario, she'd only need to stay off it for a few days, worst case scenario he'd need to splint it and she'd have to stay off it a little longer. Hopefully it was the former and not the latter.

[ @SSakii ]

[dino.]

She was teetering, tilting, leaning too far off the edge - and just as she thought she would fall, strong jaws closed around her scruff and tugged her away, back down to solid earth. Bumblestar barely registered the way her paws dragged against the ground.

Spiderthroat's voice was muffled. Pressed in between her mate and her sibling, Bumblestar stared at the ground, trying to push unwanted images out of her mind as a shudder wracked her thin frame.

[ @Starfall @vellichor @Rani ]

[Streamtail]

Briarmask

Briarmask lets out a sigh of relief when Bumblestar is whisked away by Mudhound, pelting over to the crowd that has gathered under the stormcrest. To her surprise sike, of course he's there Acornfall is among the cats that rushed to catch Bumblestar when she was teetering, she tried to join them but honestly was having trouble getting through the crowd. She's not the type that likes to make her presence known by shouting an 'excuse me' and pushing through the things in her way, no, she had to weave through any gaps between the cats. Though it's doubtful that her voice would even be loud enough to hear over the commotion. The rosetted calico she skids to a stop next to her mate, a bit out of breath from all the tucking and weaving she had to do to get to him.

"Oh stars that was scary, I-I thought for sure she was going to fall..." She mumbles, half to herself, half to Acornfall, "Are you alright h-honey? Y-you didn't hurt yourself when you rushed over, did you?"

She looks him over before turning her chin upwards so she can study his face, pale blue hues brimming with concern, completely and utterly unaware of her surroundings. No, she pays no head to the other cats around her. No, she isn't aware of the dreadfully thunderous crowd at her flank, fretting over their frail leader. No, she doesn’t even realize that she's expressing affection right in front of her mate's sister and best friend. Too bad for her, that'll probably come back around to spite her later.

"Poor Bumblestar too, she's been so devastated lately, I wonder if it's due to that last name she choked up on. Come to think of it, I don't believe I've seen Wolfhive around since the sick cats got back from the other camp,"

She says quietly, her expression one of empathy as she glances to where the leader stands sandwiched between her loved ones.


@Luna16 | @kira | @RomanticMangoBear

[kailie]

Silverleopard looked over at Briarmask to listen to her brother’s mate, and—with a jolt—the Bengal realized what the last name the Bumblestar had been trying to say was.

“Wolfhive,” She whispered, frosty blue hues flicking over to her brother, and then to Briarmask. Silverleopard’s curled ears lay flat against her head. “…that was the last name she was trying to say.”

Stars above, she felt guilty that she hadn’t realized it sooner. Not only had ThunderClan lost a great warrior—their Head Hornet—but their leader lost her kit.

[ @Luna16 // @Streamtail // @RomanticMangoBear ]

[Spider]

»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him | Hornet ◄——««
" - - "
Risingstorm smiled as the new apprentices were made apprentices even getting a new one himself, floodpaw. Wasnt she one of the lark children? Yeah she should be, he would get to her training some time after the meeting.
Then bumblestar started to talk about the mission. The hornet was glad that they were back with the cure and was glad that cats could get better. Then bumblestar started listing the deaths, redhawk was among one of them, she was a great friend of his he was going to miss her, but as she went through the names she seemed to grow weaker till she got to the last one a short cut off of the name. But he knew the name, He knew. A name that was held above anyone he knew… wolfhive was dead his best friend Gone…forever.
It seemed like time stopped as reality hit him like a rockslide, that is why wolfhive wasnt here. That's why bumblestar seemed off her son was gone His Best friend was Gone. risingstorms brain buzzed he tried to stand but, his legs gave out as he fell into milkbee his vision blurred with hot tears. His breath heaved into sputters deep and short as he sobbed. He felt awful, he felt guilty, he felt like he shoudnt be crying. He felt like he was in the wrong, he felt like- like he should not be crying, bumblestar lost her son and rising? his friend he was wrong for crying, but he couldn't help it so he didn't try to stop it.

“ Im sorry he choked out as he closed his eyes and pinned his ears back against his head

@Star :3
(sorry if its messy lol)

[c1nder]

​☆*:.｡..｡.:*☆

☆*: .｡. o Rainstalk o .｡.:*☆
☆*: .｡. o The Flashy, The Storm, The Eye-catcher o .｡.:*☆
❧ Thunderclan warrior
Keep your distance
But I keep on hurting and you keep returning
It's all in my head now

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oh. this wasnt flashy at all. he should've known when the head hornet didnt trickle back into camp with the rest of the sick folk, but now with his leader choking out the word 'wolf' it was final. wolfhive was dead.

and then the leader teetered on the edge, not intentionally, but in a wobbly, panicking way... the rest of the clan was panicking, but he saw the deputy, spiderthroat, weaving his way through the crowd, and shielding bumblestar from the edge she was so close to accidentally falling over.

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[StrawberryMangoSmoothie]

Originally Posted by Streamtail

Briarmask

Briarmask lets out a sigh of relief when Bumblestar is whisked away by Mudhound, pelting over to the crowd that has gathered under the stormcrest. To her surprise sike, of course he's there Acornfall is among the cats that rushed to catch Bumblestar when she was teetering, she tried to join them but honestly was having trouble getting through the crowd. She's not the type that likes to make her presence known by shouting an 'excuse me' and pushing through the things in her way, no, she had to weave through any gaps between the cats. Though it's doubtful that her voice would even be loud enough to hear over the commotion. The rosetted calico she skids to a stop next to her mate, a bit out of breath from all the tucking and weaving she had to do to get to him.

"Oh stars that was scary, I-I thought for sure she was going to fall..." She mumbles, half to herself, half to Acornfall, "Are you alright h-honey? Y-you didn't hurt yourself when you rushed over, did you?"

She looks him over before turning her chin upwards so she can study his face, pale blue hues brimming with concern, completely and utterly unaware of her surroundings. No, she pays no head to the other cats around her. No, she isn't aware of the dreadfully thunderous crowd at her flank, fretting over their frail leader. No, she doesn’t even realize that she's expressing affection right in front of her mate's sister and best friend. Too bad for her, that'll probably come back around to spite her later.

"Poor Bumblestar too, she's been so devastated lately, I wonder if it's due to that last name she choked up on. Come to think of it, I don't believe I've seen Wolfhive around since the sick cats got back from the other camp,"

She says quietly, her expression one of empathy as she glances to where the leader stands sandwiched between her loved ones.


@Luna16 | @kira | @RomanticMangoBear

@Luna16

Nightwhisper gently moved his tail from being dropped around Acornfalls shoulder. Gently Dippin his head to Acornfalls mate while giving the tom a knowing wink. "My tricks worked I'm assuming?" He teased Acornfall. Watching as Emberpaw leaned against Weepingwillow softly. Weepingwillow was beside her mate. Feeling Emberpaw leaning against her she licked his ears. Dipping her head to Briarmask. "Briarmask right? Nightwhisper told me about you, he o course heard from Acornfall." Weepingwillow purred. "Excuse me if this is sudden. But your very pretty" Weepingwillow purred

[StrawberryMangoSmoothie]

Originally Posted by kira

Silverleopard looked over at Briarmask to listen to her brother’s mate, and—with a jolt—the Bengal realized what the last name the Bumblestar had been trying to say was.

“Wolfhive,” She whispered, frosty blue hues flicking over to her brother, and then to Briarmask. Silverleopard’s curled ears lay flat against her head. “…that was the last name she was trying to say.”

Stars above, she felt guilty that she hadn’t realized it sooner. Not only had ThunderClan lost a great warrior—their Head Hornet—but their leader lost her kit.

[ @Luna16 // @Streamtail // @RomanticMangoBear ]

Weepingwillow lowered her head. Pain in her expression as Bumblestar couldn't say it last. "He died a noble warrior." Weepingwillow meowed respectfully. Nightwhisper laying his tail around his mate and soothingly rubbing her side with his tail. "You cant keep them all from dying my love....it's not your fault" The black furred Tom murmured. Weepingwillow looking at Emberpaw with a gentle look.

[Luna16]

Acornfall only felt himself relax when Bumblestar was caught and hauled off, exhaling a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding. A shudder escaping with it. He rolled his broad shoulders to stretch them, his tail lowering with the relaxation of the tension he was holding on to. He caught her scent before he saw her. Acornfall's dark amber gaze shot up. Briarmask. He spotted her with ease, even through the throng of cats that had gathered. He wrapped his tail around her protectively, curling so his body half-hugged her. As though shielding her from some forceful wind. He gave her forehead a quick lick, hoping to reassure her that he was unscathed.

"I'm fine, love." He purred, resting his muzzle on her head. Breathing in her scent, Acornfall felt what was left of his tension ease out of him. As though it leaked out of his paw pads into the ground. Her next words however...just filled him with grief. His mind flashed back to the moment Bumblestar began to sway...and he came to the same realization as Silverleopard. "Wolfhive...gone?" No, that couldn't be right. Acornfall didn't know the tom well, they only patrolled together maybe once. But he looked up to Wolfhive, he admired him. Aspired to be like him. A leader, strong and reliable. Somecat that could protect everycat else. It was a harsh, uncaring reality...that a cat as strong and dependable as Wolfhive...could be taken out by a sickness.

It made him bring Briarmask closer to him. He needed...to be stronger. Not just strong enough to physically protect her, but strong enough to beat any sickness. It was when Weepingwillow spoke up that he remembered there were other cats around him, not that he pulled away. "Right! Weepingwillow, Silverleopard, this is my mate: Briarmask." He practically purred her name. "I'm sorry you're meeting officially under these...circumstances." He chuckled anxiously.

@RomanticMangoBear - Emberpaw and fam!
@kira - Silverleopard
@Streamtail - Briarmask