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**Dolomedes** · #**3871** May 21st, 2025, 03:13 PM

Wasppaw
#TheWasp
#BugFamily
She's still not quite over the death and near death of people important to her, and she doesn't know how to talk about it so uhhh yeah.
TW: Guilt, Thoughts of Death, Grief

She's been quiet since the patrol arrived into camp and she had thought she was watching her father die in front of her... so much has happened, her siblings, her dad, Bumblestar, the yelling, the idea of his death that she was so sure about as she watched him collapse. Wasppaw was grieving, even though Spiderthroat had gotten up and now in the present she was staring at him as the deputy addressed the clan and made a plan of attack. It felt like a ghost. It felt unreal. Like her mind was so convinced that something was wrong but everything had turned out fine and... did she want Spiderthroat to die? Is that why her brain seemed so stuck on the notion??

No. No. No. No. NONONONONO! Wasppaw didn't! She didn't. She couldn't. She loved her dad, she loved her siblings- everything has been distant but it was never out of fading love, she loved her clan and her family and her leader and everything Thunderclan. She didn't want anyone to die- she wanted the otters to die for what they did, and painfully at that. But then why was she grieving something that didn't happen? Wasppaw was frozen to the ground, watching as her siblings swarmed after their father for affection before he was off once more even though he shouldn't be... not so quickly after what happened.

Wasppaw.. couldn't move. Her head dropped, golden eyes refusing to pick up from the dust around her paws. Something was wrong... something was wrong with her.

**Dreamingstars** · #**3872** May 21st, 2025, 03:44 PM

DRAGONFLYKIT
Thunderclan Kit ~ 10 moons ~ She/Her
"If you're going to be mean, then do it elegantly."
Prison Escape T1 | Silver Tongue T1
#BugFamily

Dragonflykit had purred slightly, and rubbed her soft head against Spiderthroat when he came to see them, but otherwise had refrained from speaking much. She was a little unsure at where she stood with her siblings and family, currently, but knew she would find her place again soon enough. At least Cricketpaw was pleased with her.

The dark russet and brown, cream speckled she-cat let her gaze drift, sunrise coloured eyes not missing any detail, the usual dark twinkle still there. Soon enough, Dragonfly noticed Wasppaw. She didn't look all that well, so after only half a heartbeat of hesitation, the pretty she-cat drifted elegantly towards her sister. "Wasppaw." She said, putting a cream paw gently on the apprentice's shoulder. "Wasppaw, sweet sister, look at me." Waiting half a second, for Waspy to receive and respond to the sweet instruction. "Something is bothering you." Dragonflykit was careful not to let her own face show any feelings other than concern, and graceful nonchalance, partly because she didn't need Wasp to see how freaked out she was inside.

**Rowan** · #**3873** May 22nd, 2025, 01:26 PM

• she/her • 12 moons • thunderclan/apprentice •
primal instinct

She hadn’t been showing her face. She had been trying to catch up, trying to be seen…but she was also trying to hide away. Quite the contradicting one she was. However, she listened from far enough away, watching her siblings all..be together. She needed to spend more time with them. She missed them. Then papa—she knew of his previous injury…he should still be healing, yes?

This caused a small, frown. FireflyPaw didn’t care who she had to push by to get to him, she brushed through the crowd, then her siblings, before bumping her head to papas chest.

└> . . . @Starfall

**Zero** · #**3874** May 22nd, 2025, 08:22 PM

Cicadapaw
| He/him | ThunderClan Apprentice (36/100) | #BugFamily @sleepyjax @Dolomedes @Starfall

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Cicadapaw felt Hornetpaw lean into his touch, heard her speak so highly of their father and suddenly there was a lump in his throat, unable to speak. His ears flicked back, and his chest felt tight. He wanted to speak - wanted to tell Spiderthroat off for being reckless, for pushing through pain like he was invincible. He even opened his mouth to try, the words on the tip of his tongue, but nothing came. No sound as he took in the sight of his father; wary, tired... yet solid in a way he couldn't describe.

[Tap]. His father hopped gingerly down from the Stormcrest and leaned in, pressing his forehead against Cicadapaw’s. The apprentice went utterly still. Then Spiderthroat moved on, doing the same for the others crowding around for their own silent touch. Cicadapaw’s breath hitched.

You’ve got to be strong. Look how good Dad is holding it together. He tried to convince himself, clinging to the thought. Dad was still standing. Still leading. But Cicadapaw wasn’t like his father. He wasn’t unshakable. He wasn’t fearless.

The tears came, unwelcome and burning. He ducked his head as they welled up and rolled silently down his cheeks. He didn’t sob, didn’t make a sound - but he couldn't stop the trembling in his shoulders. Couldn’t stop feeling like a scared kit as he tried to accept the fact that his father was going back out there.

The apprentice turned away in frustration and, by chance, caught sight of Wasppaw - her face crumpled in anxious grief, breaking apart without a sound. It was like a slap to the face.

You have to get it together. Now wasn’t the time for tears. Not with his siblings watching. Not with his father watching.

He knew five things. Their father was alive. He was strong. He loved them. And no matter what Cicadapaw said, there would be no stopping him from doing what he'd set his mind to do.

But there was one thing he could do. He remembered his father’s words from not so long ago - words that now carried more weight than before:
Be sure to watch after your sisters.

That, he could do. That, he would do. Not just for his sisters, for all of his siblings.

**Starfall** · #**3875** Yesterday, 01:11 PM

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Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@dino. (for ur viewing pleasure)

The scarred dead otter was slowly getting dragged across the clearing. It's paws scraping the ground as it was slumped over the deputies back. He walked with a limp. His legs were about to give out beneath him. But he continued on, until he got to the Stormcrest. Dropping the otter body just below it. In tow, Risingstorm should be on the way. As well as the rest of whoever was on that patrol. He will send them to Treetiger or Sparrowpelt, depending on whether or not she's still asleep, to get healed up.

Once the body hit the forest floor with a heavy 'thump' the older tom slowly made his way up the rock. Slipping here and there, on his own blood, or the otters, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was quite the sight to behold. Soaked, covered in both stream water and blood, he looked like he was wearing an entirely different pelt. He would be amazed if someone could recognize him.

He felt as though he didn't need to say anything. Announce anything. So, he simply, heavily, laid himself down. His soggy pelt heavily sloshing against the stone beneath him as he slumped down onto his side. Paws hanging off the ledge as he rested his chin on them. Laid out as if he were trying to air dry. He'd have to go and take a stream bath here soon. Probably.

"Feast."

Was all he could say. They killed the horrid things. So surely, the best way to show who's boss, is to eat it. Get a taste for otter meat so they know, in the future. If it bleeds, it dies. If it dies, it can be devoured. Two otters lay in the Clearing. Ready for ThunderClan to rejoice, celebrate, and consume.

**Rowan** · #**3876** Yesterday, 01:21 PM

• she/her • 12 moons • thunderclan/apprentice •
primal instinct

She heard the sound of heavy paws enter the clearing from her den, then the thump. She poked her head from the den, gaze widening with worry in the slightest as she saw papa. But he was alive…he was managing on his own. But- goodness so much blood. She didn’t care about the otter. She just wanted papa, that meant not caring for the rules or basic respect or whatever this would be seen shameful in. She rushed forwards, even in more of a frenzy seeing her father slump down. “P-PAPA!? W-wait- dont-” she didn’t car to avoid the blood from the steps before her, too worried for SpiderThroats life then keeping herself clean for once, because yes, she believed he was dying. So here she was on the large stone, crouching down and nudging him. “Pa- SpiderThroat?!” she whined, a tear slipping from her gaze.

└> . . . @Starfall

**Silverfur & Co** · #**3877** Yesterday, 01:29 PM

dawnpaw padded over to check on spiderthroat and share some wiht him. she was worried about him being tired

**Luna16** · #**3878** Yesterday, 01:45 PM

Acornfall followed behind Spiderthroat, limping slightly from all the cobwebs. Thankfully, he managed to get most of the blood off, or at least keep it from caking. He was more than positive Bri would mistake the blood for his own, but he was all patched up from Berryshine’s excellent work! He just…had to be careful. Seeing out of one eye was also…a thing. And his hearing in his torn ear was muffled from the cobwebs. He must look like…well…like he rolled in a bunch of spiderwebs. Acornfall sat gratefully by one of the otters, exhausted. But more than happy to take Spiderthroat up on his offer to feast.

His paws wanted to take him all the way to the nursery, but he was too tired. Not to mention…he wasn’t totally sure where he was going right now. Before digging in, Acornfall sucked in a lungful of breath. “Bri!” He called out his mate’s name, a purr in his voice. But only slightly, his voice crackled with exhaustion. “I’m here!” All he could do now, was brace himself for the onslaught of family. He scooted away some from the otter corpses, so as to not disturb any clanmates who wanted to partake.

{ @Streamtail - Bri! <3 }
#Brialfam

**Aroogi** · #**3879** Yesterday, 02:00 PM

BRAVEPAW
✦∗ [ he/him | ThunderClan Apprentice | 9 moons ] ∗✦
✧⋆ [ Mentor: Mintwhisper | 13/100 ] ⋆✧
✧⋆ [ N/A | N/A | N/A ] ⋆✧
♞▹ The Impulsive ◂♞

The tom was relieved when the patrol returned, two dead otters being dropped into the clearing. They had done it. The otters were dead! He moved up and tore off a piece of one of the otters, looking around for someone to share with. Maybe Bluetpaw.. he spotted the she-cat and moved over, eyes bright. "Hey, Bluetpaw! Wanna share with me?"

↠ [ Bluetpaw | @kailie]

**StrawberryMangoSmoothie** · #**3880** Yesterday, 02:13 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Luna16

Acornfall followed behind Spiderthroat, limping slightly from all the cobwebs. Thankfully, he managed to get most of the blood off, or at least keep it from caking. He was more than positive Bri would mistake the blood for his own, but he was all patched up from Berryshine’s excellent work! He just…had to be careful. Seeing out of one eye was also…a thing. And his hearing in his torn ear was muffled from the cobwebs. He must look like…well…like he rolled in a bunch of spiderwebs. Acornfall sat gratefully by one of the otters, exhausted. But more than happy to take Spiderthroat up on his offer to feast.

His paws wanted to take him all the way to the nursery, but he was too tired. Not to mention…he wasn’t totally sure where he was going right now. Before digging in, Acornfall sucked in a lungful of breath. “Bri!” He called out his mate’s name, a purr in his voice. But only slightly, his voice crackled with exhaustion. “I’m here!” All he could do now, was brace himself for the onslaught of family. He scooted away some from the otter corpses, so as to not disturb any clanmates who wanted to partake.

{ @Streamtail - Bri! <3 }
#Brialfam

#Brialfam

Cloverkit heard her father's voice. Mustering up the loudest sound the small and shy kitten could make as she ran out. "P-papa!!!" Cloverits small legs patterned as she raced over. Running into her father's fur. "Papa your back!" Cloverkit gave a small squeak as a black paw skidded to a halt beside her. Cloverkit cuddled up to her father's fur as emberpaw purred brightly. "Uncle Acorn your back! You.. look ok!?" Emberpaw squeaked. Hoping his mentor was OK regardless to his evident exhaustion.

Weepingwillow exited the nursery. Her belly full as she looked at Acornfall. "Told you everything would be ok" she purred. Letting the tom havesome space, though gasping as Emberpaw moved.
Nightwhisper shooting past to skid practically on his best friend. "Holy-" Nightwhisper meowed in suprise. "You guys killed this thing!? Awesome work!" Nightwhisper seemed to hve forgotten his senior warrior status at this point, his eyes wide with affection and pride, glittering as he looked at Acornfall. "Your still intact right?" Nightwhisper questioned, his tone playful though his eyes shine with a new emotion. Worry. Nightwhisper realized little Cloverkit was clinging to her dad's pelt. Nighwhisper gemtly stepped away from the kit to not invade her space. "Hey, for real man. You did good. I dont even have to see it to know it" Nightwhisper gently pressed his muzzle to Acornfall's head, a rare gesture of almost brotherly pride and affection. Emberpaw had crouched down a bit away and started to eat. "Dad! Try this it tastes kinda good!" Weepingwillow settled beside her son. Eating quietly. Nightwhispers eyes narrowed. "This isn't Riverclanny at all is it?" Nighrwhisper murmured. Though as he sat beside his family he left a spot open for Briarmask, obviously assuming she'd show up and be beside her mate once again.