Brackenclaw would pad over from where he had been in the clearing unable to sleep until his Clanmates returned from the battle from the looks of Bumblestar it seemed like a hard battle. 'But how? How did one clan hold so long against 3 Clans at once?' Brackenclaw wondered to himself silently. Brackenclaw was a large Maine Coon with long dark brown fur orange eyes that seem to pierce into the very soul of whoever he was looking at and rippling muscles with white fur under his chin and down his chest. All in all a very menacing looking cat.
[Treepaw] | Trees Friend
ThunderClan Apprentice
Silver Tongue | Hulk Smash
Treepaw let a yawn escape her before her paws led her to the Stormcrest. She sat down and neatly wrapped her tail around her paws. Instantly, her eyes would be searching for Spiderthroat. Once spotted, she'd only stare momentarily before looking towards Bumblestar with her tail tip twitching at her paws.
[Sparrowpelt]
ThunderClan Warrior
Beefed Up T3 | Just A Scratch | Hulk Smash
Was this about the RiverClan raid? Sparrowpelt would make his way to the Stormcrest to listen to the announcements. If Drizzlecloud decided to accompany him, he'd help with translating where she needed, signing anything she couldn't quite catch from Bumblestar when the announcements started.
Hollyheart, Almondtuft, and Azaleaheart padded into the clearing.
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Falling heard the meeting cry and got up his leg still hurt but he made his way towards the meeting still healing from the raid he looked around as he sat hoping for something good
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Nightgaze bounced up at Bumblestar's call. Clan meeting, yay! Everything was awesome! They'd one the fight with Riverclan and she'd succeeded at being a med guard so she was in an especially good mood today! Nothing could dull her shine! ...Except bad news maybe...but she'd try and smile on!
Springlight long-furred, scarred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
active purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps
she/her | thunderclan medicine cat | 21 moons
With the shadows of the night cloaking her pale pelt as she followed after her clan, the medic felt unbelievably exhausted. She could almost be certain that this was just another night of lackluster sleep. As if she hadn't lost sleep before in the earlier days of her role as a medicine cat. Bags tugged themselves under her eyelids, fatigue lacing itself into the interior corners of her mind. Even with exhaustion lacing itself, it didn't cease the dread that swarmed her stomach. It was clear from the silhouettes of her returning clan-mates emerging from the shadows behind herself, that the battle was brutal. The memory of watching cats throw teeth and claws at each other with red smearing the ground stayed prominent in her mind, repeating itself continuously without any intent to end. She strained her eyes against the darkness, taking note of both Sproutfleck and Orangeblossom in the mix of battered bodies. The moon cast a cold, silver light on her clan-mate's fur, illuminating the extent of their injuries. Blood matted their pelts and her own, the air thick with both the scent of blood and sweat, mingling with the earthier smells of the deciduous forest beyond them. Bumblestar’s loud bellowing across the lush clearing made her ears ring, but it caught her attention instinctively as she watched her climb her way up the ivy-covered granite of the Stormcrest to reach the edge, the medic watching the moonlight dancing along her leader’s broad features.
Springlight hadn’t felt more exhausted in her life, only making her way towards Orangeblossom to sit close to him. No word uttered out of her maw other than the herbs that she held daintily. It was late, and she knew full well that she needed to work on her clan-mates sooner than later. Some of them carried deep gashes that oozed blood, while others potentially carried torn ears or broken limbs. It was a horrific mess, to say the least, but the calico was too engulfed by exhaustion to realize anything. She quietly leaned against the orange-furred tom for comfort, not uttering a word as she was just… tired. It felt out of place to be doing something like this, but she didn’t feel as if her limbs would hold her together for much longer. Maybe she could just stay like this for a little bit.
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Acorntuft looked up from where she was licking her creamy white front forepaws and enjoying the soft spring warmth. Her ginger tabby fur ruffled in the small breeze, and she took in a soft breath. Meeting. Fun! Maybe… Acorn stood and padded over towards her leader—looking up at Bumblestar with a questioning gaze. The leader didn’t know her very well—she supposed. But wasn’t sure.
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Last edited by constellation; June 19th, 2024 at 04:59 PM.
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