Treetiger had taken up loafing in her nest. She wasn't sleeping and she wasn't resting. How could one rest when their mind was racing constantly? Something was coming. Something was going to happen and she wasn't sure what, honestly. The only one she could confide in was S/parrowpelt these days. The tom didn't judge her, but often she saw pity in his eyes. She hated that. Her friend hated that. However, he was willing to stand up for her and protect her during her little mental breakdowns. He was useful, and that's why the pity could be forgiven... for now.
Thrush is needing you. Thrush needs you.
The entity was whispering in her ears. It was hungry. It'd been silenced for too long. It needed something to happen and the Dark Forest had been calling for it and Treetiger to act. They would. Treetiger just had to let it in. It's claws down into her shoulders, physically stinging her while the she-cat acted like it didn't. Just let us in. Let us in.
LET ME IN.
Treetiger threw her paws over her ears, fighting back tears by gritting her teeth. She had to silence it. Had to quiet these thoughts. She was going insane! "I can't... I can't do it yet. Please.... please..." a mere whisper.
Treetiger had taken up loafing in her nest. She wasn't sleeping and she wasn't resting. How could one rest when their mind was racing constantly? Something was coming. Something was going to happen and she wasn't sure what, honestly. The only one she could confide in was S/parrowpelt these days. The tom didn't judge her, but often she saw pity in his eyes. She hated that. Her friend hated that. However, he was willing to stand up for her and protect her during her little mental breakdowns. He was useful, and that's why the pity could be forgiven... for now.
Thrush is needing you. Thrush needs you.
The entity was whispering in her ears. It was hungry. It'd been silenced for too long. It needed something to happen and the Dark Forest had been calling for it and Treetiger to act. They would. Treetiger just had to let it in. It's claws down into her shoulders, physically stinging her while the she-cat acted like it didn't. Just let us in. Let us in.
LET ME IN.
Treetiger threw her paws over her ears, fighting back tears by gritting her teeth. She had to silence it. Had to quiet these thoughts. She was going insane! "I can't... I can't do it yet. Please.... please..." a mere whisper.
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risingstorm walked into the warriors den hoping for a brief rest yet the sight of a fimilar brown cat, a cat he became a warrior with, no she looked like there were kits screaming in her ears. the hornet paused for a moment before walking over " treetiger?" he meowed he thought about reaching out a paw, but decided against it better to give her some space.
Alpinemoon's facial expression changed. She stood there for a moment before replying, "I'm just sad that Wolfhive passed on." She wanted to say more but her shyness was just in the way. Maybe Tigerpelt remembered that Wolfhive had two apprentices and also their names. If he did remember, he would understand more.
Alpinemoon's facial expression changed. She stood there for a moment before replying, "I'm just sad that Wolfhive passed on." She wanted to say more but her shyness was just in the way. Maybe Tigerpelt remembered that Wolfhive had two apprentices and also their names. If he did remember, he would understand more.
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Tigerpelt nodded, remembering the warrior's passing. It was sad but he was with Starclan now. "He was a good warriors, maybe even one of the best but he does also had great Apprentinces of his own." Tigerpelt paused, looking at Alpinemoon's facial expression, trying to understand her feelings. He knew she went through a hard time and was there to help in anyway to help her feel better.
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risingstorm walked into the warriors den hoping for a brief rest yet the sight of a fimilar brown cat, a cat he became a warrior with, no she looked like there were kits screaming in her ears. the hornet paused for a moment before walking over " treetiger?" he meowed he thought about reaching out a paw, but decided against it better to give her some space.
It's claws wanted to dig into her further. It wanted to rip her skin apart so it could enter. It could, too. It knew it could. The entity was just a tormenting shadow feeding off the intense emotions that haunted the warrior. Since stumbling across good 'ole Foxstep, she'd been weak. She'd been desperate. Still, she kicked it out, locked herself up so it couldn't penetrate those walls.
Grumbling could be heard echoing through her mind, but it stopped. It momentarily released her. It had been interrupted. Red eyes -- invisible to everyone -- would bore holes into Risingstorm's pelt if it the entity could manage it. Instead, it might just leave a haunting feeling of being stared at.
You'll behave.
Behave.
Treetiger.
The echoed voice of a semi-familiar cat broke the trance. The growling and screaming in her mind silenced just long enough that she picked up her name. The Bengal released her ears warily, ready to throw her paws back on top of them if this was some sort of sick joke. Green eyes blinked a couple times and the claws on her shoulders disappeared. Relief. Relief at last.
Her gaze would focus on Risingstorm -- the newest Head Hornet. Treetiger recalled the times she wanted to be a Hornet. The times when she wasn't dealing with... things. "Oh... hi..." the greeting was curt, not very welcoming. "C- can I help you?"
Alpinemoon's eyes lit up soon after Tigerpelt mentioned Wolfhive's former apprentices. She thought as she licked her nose, "Is he trying to compliment me and Mallowpaw?" Her facial expression slightly shifted.
Alpinemoon's eyes lit up soon after Tigerpelt mentioned Wolfhive's former apprentices. She thought as she licked her nose, "Is he trying to compliment me and Mallowpaw?" Her facial expression slightly shifted.
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Tigerpelt could see Alpinemoon's face change and he tilted his head. Maybe this was a sensitive topic for the young warrior, so he looked away, thinking of something to say to change the topic.
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Smokefang, the double faced ThunderClan Warrior
He/Him
"Smokepaw! C'mere! Look at what I found!"
Smokepaw opened his eyes, surprised. What? What was happening?
"Smokepaw come on! You're gonna miss it!"
Whined Emberpaw. The two young apprentices were near a pond, enjoying each other's company as both their mentors talked at low voice a bit to the sode, planning for the next exercise the two would be put through...
Thus allowing the two some time to enjoy the place where they were.
The grey young tom stood up from his seated position, yawning as his tired body moved up to his friend.
Emberpaw's blue eyes were shining with interest at what he was looking, a huge grin on the face...
Smokepaw approached, and looked down. There, just a few paws away, two mice were fighting each other.
"Hum... That's mice."
Noted Smokefang, which made Emberpaw rool his eyes.
"I know that's mice, I'm not blind! Unlike someone..."
"Hey!"
The black blue-grey young tom snorted at his reaction, and the grey tom rolled his eyes in annoyance...
"Damn you Emberpaw."
The other apprentice stiffled a laugh. Barely containing himself before composing himself. His friend was really something else with that...
"They remind me of us when we train."
Smokepaw carefully looked... True... The two mice fought like them... Well.
"Well, I see you, but not me..."
Taunted the grey apprentice. Emberpaw shot him a glare and Smokepaw laughed.
"Next spar you're sodone."
Smokepaw just laughed.
Smokefang shot up from his slumber, feeling like he was sweating bullets. What had happened? Where was he?
The grey tom took some time to realize that he was just in the Warrior's Den, and that he just had a dream... Or well, a memory...
He remembered that day rather well, despite what he had to live through after that... That didn't matter. Emberpaw was dead and gone. He made sure of that
Cats did not simply come back from the dead when they wanted. So why did he had this dream? This memory?
Hmpf. Maybe one forgotten part of him was grieving... Meh, why did he need that?
The tom shoved back the memories in the deepest parts of his brain where they would never see the light again. It was in the past anyway, he did not need chains holding him back. Especially Emberpaw. Especially him...
He rested his head into his head on his paws, trying to find sleep, without any major success for now unfortunately...
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It's claws wanted to dig into her further. It wanted to rip her skin apart so it could enter. It could, too. It knew it could. The entity was just a tormenting shadow feeding off the intense emotions that haunted the warrior. Since stumbling across good 'ole Foxstep, she'd been weak. She'd been desperate. Still, she kicked it out, locked herself up so it couldn't penetrate those walls.
Grumbling could be heard echoing through her mind, but it stopped. It momentarily released her. It had been interrupted. Red eyes -- invisible to everyone -- would bore holes into Risingstorm's pelt if it the entity could manage it. Instead, it might just leave a haunting feeling of being stared at.
You'll behave.
Behave.
Treetiger.
The echoed voice of a semi-familiar cat broke the trance. The growling and screaming in her mind silenced just long enough that she picked up her name. The Bengal released her ears warily, ready to throw her paws back on top of them if this was some sort of sick joke. Green eyes blinked a couple times and the claws on her shoulders disappeared. Relief. Relief at last.
Her gaze would focus on Risingstorm -- the newest Head Hornet. Treetiger recalled the times she wanted to be a Hornet. The times when she wasn't dealing with... things. "Oh... hi..." the greeting was curt, not very welcoming. "C- can I help you?"
" - I am the dirt under your claws, Nothing’s gonna clean me out. - "
the hornet nodded, okay...how was he going to word this? he didn't want to offend treetiger, no he didn't want that. Gosh he was bad at this, always bad at emotions that weren't him being an idiot or him being angry. rising storm sighed letting his head hang slightly as he let out a small sigh Dont know...you just seemed a bit off, like something is bothering you... he said giving a weird smile.
The young molly briefly looked down at her front paws before looking at Tigerpelt again. Her gaze followed Tigerpelt's gaze. "Hmm, why is he looking away?" She thought. After several seconds had passed, Alpinemoon felt the urge to yawn.
She felt a bit sleepy...Alpinemoon had a hard time to supress her yawn. You could almost see her mouth trying to open wide. Alpinemoon thought with a neutral expression, "Stop! Alpine! Stop it! There's no need to yawn. If you do yawn, he might leave you alone..."
Re: ThunderClan Warriors' Den
