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• Tom • 28 Moons • He/Him •
☆ | Short ginger fur w/green eyes | ☆ Open Tigerpelt sat amongst the other warriors. It wasn't a shock that there was apprentice's not getting trained nor was it a shock that they were getting new mentors. It was all just so frustrating to the tom. If you won't train your apprentice, then don't bother being a warrior. The ginger tom turned his head towards the kits that were called. Let them get good mentors..hopefully.
Nightwhisper sat with his mate Weepingwillow and his son Emberpaw. Gosh, he had a new apprentice? Nightwhisper stayed seated. He didnt know even what his apprentice smelled like let alone looked like. But hm. Darkpaw, a fitting apprentice for the pitch black muscular tom. His single ginger ear flicking in unison with Emberpaw, his son. Also pitch black pelted- and his singular white ear.
Nightwhispers Amberish yellow gaze looked around, his sons navy blue gaze resting on his grey and orange tabbed mother whom shared the navy eye coloring.
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| Sprucejumper | 16 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Active | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
Sprucejumper's eyelids felt heavy as he raised them, his sleep disturbed as cats moved to and fro around the den, talking amongst themselves as they pooled outside. Lifting his head as he yawned, confusion befell him for a moment until he realized the tiny tyrant had probably called forth a clan meeting. He snorted, allowing the den to become quiet once more before settling back down to sleep. He appreciated not being amongst the many cats that gathered together for clan meetings, thank you very much. He was pretty certain he had let even Firebloom know as much when they had last spoken.
Fire... bloom?
The chocolate point's eyes opened once more, half lidded with a somewhat contemplative look to them if one searched enough beneath the blank mask he so often sported. He had missed her ceremony, hadn't he? Even though she had, in her own shy way, sort of hinted at being excited for it and seeing it as a reason for celebration. Sprucejumper did not share that view on naming ceremonies himself. He found the whole concept of changing names as one aged up to be ridiculous. He had been born Fudge, and had carried that moniker with pride until he had earned his warrior name... and only because The Boulder had seemed far too happy for him to not accept the ridiculously on the nose title he had earned for himself.
And yet he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of guilt at this memory. Despite his consistent attempts at being his usual, uninterested, positively dull self that no cat in their right mind would want to be seen next to, the bright orange she-cat had sought him out and told him the news of her ceremony, going as far as remembering his promise to her that he would go hunting with her when she finally earned her warrior name. It wasn't the same meeting anymore, and odds were that the act would matter to no one, but he felt compelled to join the meeting... if only to make up for the one that he had obviously been intended to attend. Not because he cared, mind. He just... preferred having a clean slate, was all.
Stretching his long limbs, the tall tom exited the warriors' den, brow quirking momentarily as he spotted the massive crowd gathered already. Oh. Good. Was the whole clan here? What joy...
Scanning the clearing for a solitary location to sit by, emerald hues soon caught sight of a familiar, giant mountain of brown fur and his gaze lit up, only to falter back to its deadpanned state a moment later, betrayed only by the flattened ears upon his head. The Boulder was seemingly feeling better already. Well enough that they were surrounding themselves with apprentices - it was only one, but it was one too many - and already waving towards yet another feline to join them. Allowing his eyes to wander in the right direction, he soon spotted Puppy looking every bit as surly as he felt. Excuse... hadn't The Boulder spent enough time already when they were sick with the infernal herb cat? They were even being sent out in patrols together while he was stuck with the backstabbing, blames-everyone-but-herself-and-actively-tries-to-get-him-into-trouble Sugarbird - Crapbird was more like it - and the admittedly better company Sunpaw. Actually, he did enjoy the apprentice's company, but that was neither here nor there... Why did his former mentor need to spend more time with the plant cats after they were doing better?! Hmph.
A wave of jealousy threatening to break his carefully constructed emotionless mask forced him to look away, and for a moment Sprucejumper considered walking back towards the warriors' den. The meeting had obviously already started, and he was already in a foul mood. No reason to stick around and listen to whatever ceremony of whatever cat he didn't know. Apprentices had been reassigned. He didn't have any to contend with which was excellent, as Sunpaw took all his social energy already. There was simply no reason to sta-
The tom's attention landed on a familiar, orange pelt. A trembling, very cold looking orange pelt, at that. It seemed Firebloom had attended the meeting - of course she had... she was like The Boulder, caring of her clanmates in what seemed to be a genuine manner - and unlike him, her pelt was short. Very short. Which meant that if he was cold, she had to be doubly so in this weather. And what for? To hear Angry talk about cats that cared about as much of her existence as they did a gnat? Because make no mistake, clan cats were as self absorbed as the rogues and loners of the city. They just hid it better with the whole star worshiping pretext thing they had going on.
Eyes narrowing for a moment, Sprucejumper sighed, relegating himself to his fate as he moved forward, among the throngs of cats to sit besides the lonesome she-cat. Look, she had been... oddly glued to his side since they had randomly met, but kind enough that he felt bad leaving her out in the cold like this. Besides, she always seemed more comfortable with someone else next to her. Erm... so he assumed. Why else insist upon his company? Besides, if she didn't want him next to her, she could always say so. He would happily leave at her first complaint.
"Salutations."
Dipping his head in greeting as he spoke, the tom sat besides Firebloom, gesturing with his tail as if he intended for her to get closer so he could wrap it around her. They could keep each other warm if she wanted, and if not, he would simply wrap his own tail around him and stick around until the end of the meeting. This was of course as much for him as it was for her. He was cold too. And yes, he was indeed certain that he still didn't care, thank you very much. It was all for the sake of survival, so there.
Lightningpaw and Fleapaw walked over with a curious look on their face. Would something interesting happen at this meeting or was it just ceremonies? Well ceremonies weren't bad but... Those happened all the time! There was no surprise!
Sunpaw Everything comes with conditions + she/her + The collector [active]
Sunpaw for once didn't bother even coming out of the apprentices den just for a meeting. So instead they chose to stay huddled in the den, by the entrance to watch, There might be a chance they probably were squishing someone into the wall but for her that was normal. Seemed that some mentors couldn't stick around long enough to train their apprentices, and one got their old name back. The ginger feline sat huddled in her spot and waited to watch the ceremonies.
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[Sparrowpelt]
ThunderClan Warrior
Killer Aptitude T3 | Just A Scratch | Hulk SMASH
Sparrowpelt would glance down at the sudden presence of another squirming around trying to seek warmth in his fur. It didn't take long for Sparrowpelt to recognize Rosekit and he'd press down into her gently to shield her from the wind better. Even scooping her aside to sit between his large front paws so his chest and belly fluff would blanket her. Really, she should've stayed in the nursery, but Drizzlecloud wasn't there to contain them anymore, so he wasn't surprised that they were here.
However, that left him with a sudden realization. Should he be hanging out in the nursery more often? Should he be sleeping with them and ensuring their safety? The world was crashing down around him, but he still held a gentle light in his eyes and a smile on his face. He supposed his family wasn't totally gone. The Spring-kittens were still. They were basically his adoptive kits and family.
"I'm not sure where Drizzlecloud is..." his voice cracked towards the end, but he quickly cleared his throat. He didn't want to scare the kitten, no. "We are mates. I love her very much, I have for a few seasons now," Sparrowpelt spoke more lightly. Unbeknownst to him, their one year anniversary was coming up on them. "Love makes cats a family. When you love someone, they're your family in some way, if that helps," the large tabby spoke, leaning down and rasping his tongue over the top of her head with a gentle purr. Sparrowpelt had always wanted a redo on family and with only the spring-kittens left, they might be his only option, not that that was a bad thing. He just didn't want to mess up or lose them. He'd already grown rather protective over them.
Rosekit allowed the cuddling even though it ruffled her freshly washed fur, mostly because it was too cold for anything else and Rosekit didn't want to be a wilted rose by the end of the meaning from the chill. Though she did take to furiously licking at Sparrowpelt's fur because honestly, wasn't he a warrior, he should be much more put together and nevermind the wind that was a phony excuse! Rosekit's fur was well kept and she dealt with breezes through camp all the time. Her ears twitched though, as she listened attentively despite her cleaning hobby.
Rosekit's ears flattened with the words... "Maybe wherever Drizzlemom is Kestrelkit is with her too. They'll keep each other safe until they return back home. If they love us they will." She tolerated the licks the warriors gave her for a few moments before speaking up again, "That means you're Sparrowdad right? Because Drizzlemom is your mate?" It would be nice to have someone like that she thinks, and even though the tom's description of love was strange to her, she thought it was a nice idea. Loving. Love. She wondered if Spring loved her, if Spring loved Thunderclan. If she did, why did she turn her back on her family.
The kit fell silent, her eyes dropping to the large paws in front of her. She wanted to ask the question that has been haunting her since she was barely old enough to understand it, to understand that she was not born to Drizzlemom like she originally thought when she was still a baby and stuff. But the thought of actually speaking that out, and the idea of what could- no what would be the answer, made the words unspeakable. It almost made her want to cry, and she could feel the warning sting in her nose. NO!
Warrior's don't cry. Rosekit wanted to shout something, rather be angry than sad. That's what Bumblestar could do, she was strong and didn't falter, and Rosekit wanted to be like that. "You better come to the nursery more often then, if you really wanna be Sparrowdad, otherwise I might just have to exile you and turn you into Sparrowkit!" She sniffed, and hoped that the older feline wouldn't catch on to her feelings and how close she was ( and still kind of was ) to crying.
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Heavily scarred and half-blind she-cat with red fur, minimal white spotting and a single ocean blue eye.
She/Her | 13 Moons | + every 21st | ThunderClan Warrior | Insecure
Firebloom continued to silently sulk about the cold, but she couldn't bring herself to stand up and leave. That was just how she was. She wouldn't just leave in the middle of a meeting! Bumblestar went out of her way to call a meeting even in this weather, the least she could do was attend. And like a miracle happened, a familiar brown pelt settled beside her. Sprucejumper! Uhm. He was here...? He wasn't usually one to attend Clan meetings, at least not from what she'd seen. Their last conversation had sort of... Proved it, to a certain degree. But he was here! Ears (Or rather, ear, since there really wasn't any left of one of them.) perked, Firebloom turned to look at the tom, smiling. It sort of... Surprised her? That he'd be here... But she wasn't complaining. She enjoyed Sprucejumper's company, despite his... Silence. She found it calming. Like she did with most quiet cats.
"Hey," she murmured, inching closer to the warrior beside her. His fur was longer and thicker than hers, must be nice. Of course, during Leaf-Bare, that is. Her fur was way too short for her liking, and she was missing a whole lot of fur on a lot of spots, too, which made it even worse. She moved to curl her tail over Spurcejumper's back, lightly, just in case he didn't appreciate the gesture and she could pull away whenever necessary. "A-Are you well?" A simple question, yet it felt boring coming out of her mouth. That was all she seemed to say every single time when greeting someone. It frustrated her.
Smokefang, the double faced ThunderClan Warrior
He/Him
Ah, yes, of course.
Smokefang gritted his teeths to refrain a snort of annoyance, altough his tail flicked a little bit.
One could believe it was yhe reassignments, because why wouldn't a warrior train his apprentice?
Or something else entirely.
The reality was that... Couldn't Bumblestar just announce the important news before such things? The weather wasn't the best, and the clan did just come out of some disease.
Would be a shame if something happened again... Unfortunately, you couldn't just ask someone to find some disease and bring it in like prey!
But for the love of StarClan, he really hoped that those ceremonies would go fast.
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