ThunderClan Clearing

[seeingstars]

Dandelionmane sat in camp

Beechpaw was relaxing in the entrance of the apprentices' den, avoiding the snow

Marigoldkit sat, staring into the apprentice den, they yearned to be in there and to be able to leave camp

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[Dreadnox]

SNOWCRUNCH

[ @nyx @Dolomedes ]

>> Snowcrunch watched Hivepaw settle from their awkward crouch, the faintest hint of amusement ghosting across his face before vanishing. There was something about Hivepaw’s raw enthusiasm that earned his respect, even if it still needed refinement. The apprentice’s fumbling words didn’t faze him — he’d seen far worse from apprentices eager to prove themselves.

His gaze shifted to Flamepaw, whose approach was marked by the twitch of a nervous tail and words that carried weight. Snowcrunch’s eyes traced the jagged scar cutting across Flamepaw’s face, then lingered on the quiet strength in their posture. There was grit there, though it seemed reluctant to surface. Snowcrunch saw it, even if it went unsaid.

He gave a sharp nod. “You’ve got a plan, Flamepaw. Lead the way.” His voice was steady, with a touch of approval, but his intent was clear. He wasn’t here to hold anyone's paw. “But don’t expect me to do your work for you.”

Turning to Hivepaw, his gaze hardened. “This doesn’t excuse your training. I want to see how well you can stalk. If you’re following, keep your focus. If not, I’ll find something else for you to do.”

His words hung between them, direct but with a quiet challenge underneath — a test of their resolve. Snowcrunch would push, not because he demanded perfection, but because he saw potential; and he would keep pushing until it was realized.

[Dreadnox]

SNOWCRUNCH

[ @kira ]

>> Snowcrunch’s gaze flicked up at the sound of paws, his sharp eyes locking onto the silver-and-white she-cat. The moment stretched long enough for him to catalog her presence, then slid back to the calm, quiet camp before him. Her voice —bright, effortless— cut through his thoughts like sunlight on a cold morning.

For a moment, he considered brushing her off, but something in the quiet sincerity of her offer stopped him.

"Silverleopard," he muttered, as if testing the name on his tongue. A slow nod followed. "I don’t share meals, but I’ll take the company."

He shifted slightly, making room beside him. Her ease unsettled him — how naturally she slid into the space, like it had been waiting just for her. Snowcrunch frowned, hiding the stirrings of discomfort with a practiced calm. There was something about her unflinching confidence that didn’t sit right, but he pushed the thought away. He wasn’t one to question why she’d chosen him. Not when he’d never been the type to draw attention, much less seek it.

[kira]

Silverleopard blinked, tipping her head to the side---clearly out of confusion. She rolled her shoulders at his response, her curled ears twitching. Usually, if it were any Clanmate other than Snowcrunch, they probably would have agreed to share the squirrel with her. Well, Silverleopard guessed her just wasn't that type of warrior.

''...Oooookay,'' She responded, bending her head to take a bite of stringy squirrel. ''How have you been, Snowcrunch?'' The Bengal asked after swallowing.

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[Dreadnox]

SNOWCRUNCH

[ @kira ]

>> His gaze lingered on the edge of camp, thoughts drifting. Silverleopard’s question hung in the air, too soft, too probing. He let it settle, letting the silence stretch longer than it should’ve before answering.

“Quiet,” he said, the word tasting strange in his mouth, like it was meant for someone else. “Too quiet, maybe.” His posture stiffened, but only slightly, his body still taut as if guarding something more than just his thoughts. When he turned to meet her eyes, a flicker of something darker flashed behind his own, quickly hidden beneath the mask of stoicism.

“I keep to myself,” he added, his voice quiet, almost distant. Perhaps he shared too much already. Better to move on. “And you?”

[Mapleshad]

She walked in to the Into the clearing Her belly full with kits A sad look on her face

[kira]

Silverleopard
ThunderClan Warrior | She / Her | 29 Moons
Lucky Duck Tier 1

Silverleopard shurgged, taking another bite of her squirrel and only replying after she had swallowed.

''I'm having a bit of trouble with Fleapaw, but it's nothing I can't handle, you know,'' She mewed, tucking her tail close to her flank. ''He threw a hissy fit whenever I took him out for his territory tour; got mad whenever I wouldn't take him right up to the scent line at Herondive Hollow. Considering that it's the ShadowClan border, I didn't want him getting hurt.''

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[Mapleshad]

Mapleshade A Queen expecting kits Walked into the clearing She was tired But needed to eat She looked around Hoping to share a meal with someone

[Dolomedes]

Flamepaw
|| ??? | ThC Apprentice | Moons: ~10 ||
“If he didn’t run, he might just turn back.”

Flamepaw eyes flicked to the apprentice, oh, did they have other plans already? Or were they throwing a fit for doing what most seem as annoying. What’s annoying was Flamepaw needing to drag a warrior along to do basic tasks that would be easier to do himself. That’s what you get for being demoted, idiot. The apprentice nodded in response to Hivepaw before turning his good eye onto the warrior, who was the one that ultimately mattered.

Only for him to barely contain the glare at what he spoke. Hold whose paw? The barely contained anger that was Flamepaw almost had the apprentice snapping, but no. He couldn’t just snap and be rude to people he finds annoying and other than the demeaning phrase, Snowcrunch wasn’t the worse warrior Flamepaw’s dealt with. “Good. We shouldn’t have to go too far. The apprentice made sure the two were following before leading them out of the camp.

“Thanks for helping… I appreciate it.” He didn’t mean for it to sound bitter, but he couldn’t help it.

[ @nyx | @Dreadnox ]
[ feel free to reply in the general territory thread ]

[Dreadnox]

SNOWCRUNCH

[ @kira ]

>> His ear twitched at Fleapaw’s name, his thoughts grinding over her words like a slow-moving river. “Fleapaw’s not the first to think he knows better,” he replied, a trace of amusement in his voice. “He’ll learn, but ShadowClan doesn’t tolerate hesitation. We don’t make room for half-measures when it comes them.”

His gaze lingered on her, quieter now, as if weighing the distance between them. “You did right. He may not understand it now, but he will... eventually.” He shifted, leaning back just enough to consider his next words. “Maybe... find a way to show him? ShadowClan’s not merciful, but it’s fair. You can’t baby him too much. He needs to see it for himself.”

A beat passed. Then, almost without thinking, he added, “If you ever need any help... I’m around. I love teaching.”