Spiderpaw couldn’t help a smile, this elder seemed so nice and goofy! She set to work once he settled himself outside of his nest, pulling out the scrapes of old bedding and replacing it with fresh bedding, taking care to reshape the nest nicely. “It’s…fine.” She responded in answer to his question, without looking up from her task. She didn’t really want to give Foxskipper the real answer…that she was lonely.
I don’t think that any cat would even miss me if I left… But she kept this thought to herself. Just because her kin went missing and left her all alone, didn’t mean that she had to as well. Quite the opposite in fact, Spiderpaw hoped to make herself useful. She just…wasn’t sure how to go about that. Once she finished with the nest, she noticed the twig that Foxskipper had removed from his fur. Spiderpaw picked up the twig and set it aside with the old bedding before sitting next to the elder with a small, warm smile. “H-Here…let me help you.” She offered, craning her neck to groom the area where Foxskipper removed the twig, careful to thoroughly work out any knots the twig had gotten tangled in or left behind.
Foxskipper purred as the apprentice swiftly fixed up his and Mudtrot's shared nest before she offered to take care of his tail too. While he wanted to shoo the apprentice off, mostly because most of the time they are all itching to be training rather than helping out in the elders den, which he completely understood... his bones were getting more achy with the cold, and being able to save himself the effort of bending around to fix up his tail won out. "You're a sweetheart, thank you!"
After a moment of silence, the elder decided to do what he did best and that was, yap until someone smacked him in the muzzle or told him to just shut up already. "You know, you remind me of a cat I knew once. He was a helpful fella, always willing to lend an ear and a paw to anyone in need." He recalled his friend in the apprentice den, every night, he and Foxskipper would whisper about their days and talk enough to bore the night into day when they should be sleeping instead. "His name was Cricketpaw."
the boxy elder walked in with a medium sized mouse in his maw and sat down next to foxskipper " Hey foxy purred mudtrot with a smile brought you a mouse if ya wanna eat it he offered pushing over the mouse with his large paw " or we could share, but we don't have to. suggested with a roll of his shoulder.
@Dolomedes (I Is very eepy so its a bad post lol)
Foxskipper
Sorry forgor this was a thing sorry /gen
Foxskipper greeted the larger tom with a purr in response, "'Course ah' wanna share you big ol' goof." The russet tom replied with a playful tease as he reached forward to take a bite of the mouse his mate brought him. Though he made sure to leave more than enough for Mudtrot himself. "It's nice to see everyone startin' to settle back into their rightful nests after that illness stuff. And I'm happy my prayer was heard above to keep you from catchin' it. I jus' don' know what ah' would do if you were gone." His tail flicked and despite the depressing topic of small talk, Foxskipper didn't seem all too down to be discussing it, rather it seemed like a nothing more than a fact of life, as though they were talking about the weather instead.
Cougarpaw
7 Moons
He/Him
Cougarpaw padded into the elders den moss in his maw he didn’t really care for this chore though he heard his mentors voice ringing his ears and well maybe he could get some advice not all the cats were as boring as slugs. In his option worms were more interesting though that would have to wait he looked around trying not to step on any tails as he got to work removing the old foul smelling bedding not expecting much.
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His age was catching up to him and he knew it, but he was okay with that he was 109 moons after all he just was... tired and needed to rest, but he knew this rest was going to be his last. But Mudtrot accepted the fact he had helped his clan for many moons before he retired and now Starclan was calling him home, he would be free of pain, loss, and everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders.
quietly the tom found his mate...oh his mate his lovely lovely mate he hated how he was going to leave him and he felt so so sorry that he was, but he couldn't take it anymore he was ready. Mud trot laid down next to foxskipper and held them close I love you foxy he meowed letting out a long breath and closing his eyes one final ret then he will be at peace he was just happy to have his mate by his side. his body felt light and then he was gone
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
The tripod had been bringing the elders some prey today when they walked into the elders den to a sadly familiar sight. It was just how it went at that age sadly, death came for them at all and Mudtrot was just lucky to make it as long as he did in the end.
It didnt make it less sad however. "Oh Foxskipper.... Im so so sorry." The prey was discarded to another elder who was less involved as Mudhound approached, wrapping a comforting tail around the now widowed mate. They honestly doubted Foxskipper would last lost after Mudtrot, it was a well know Thing that cats tended to follow their mate shortly at that age, heart break or lack of much to live for anymore doing them in, but she still deserved comfort. Besides, maybe she would last and would need support through the grief.
"Let me take care of everything ok? I can gather Hivepaw, Orangeflower and one of the meds to do the rites at the rise, and Ill handle the grave myself when youre ready. If you dont think you can make the trip Ill carry you so you can be there, a proper warriors funeral."
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
..... Foxskipper?
Oh dear when Mudhound said it was common for elderly mates to follow eachother into death they didnt mean this quickly.
Suppose it was sweet and kind in a way, she must have been holding on to not leave him alone and now they would spend barely any time appart.
Gently releasing the now dead body of Foxskipper the tripod sighed, whispering "Rest in peace you two." Before closing both their eyes and mouths and hoisting them onto their back. It'd be a shared grave now, in the end.
Suppose it was a good thing both cats were rather old and therefor skinny and light, otherwise Mudhound might not be able to handle it solo. Ok now to find Orangeflower and Hivepaw, as well as one of the medicine cats to make sure it was natural causes and not something to worry about and do last rites.
Maybe Mudhound would visit Redhawks grave while they were at the rise.
@Dolomedes @Spider (just so you can keep up with the progression)
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A white tom with gray markings hobbles into the elders den with moss full of water. "Hello." he says. "My name is Whirlwhisper. I may be joining your clan, and heading to this den not long after."
"Do me a favor, refrain from cleaning your old wounds when I come in. It's not any less gross than the last time!"
A warm, teasing mew filled the space, finding its way into the ears of any around that could hear it. The faint, yet almost always mouthwatering scent of mice accompanied the sound, the two rather plump prey pieces swinging aimlessly from the jaws of the molly. Having spotted them in the prey pile only hours earlier, she had taken it upon herself to bury them close till she had a chance to bring them herself, her usual visit to the elders an excuse to get away from the daily hustle and bustle of clan life for a calming moment.
Setting the meal down by the entrance, careful not to damage them before another could get their claws on the juicy morsels, she finally focused her attention to the space, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmed lighting and taking note of the thinning brambles towards the left of the den, most likely worn down from ages of unbalanced felines bumping against the fragile wall. She'd most likely come in to fix it herself, but perhaps a bit of sunlight was good for some of these silly old geezers. Starclan knows you never saw most of them lurking around camp, who's to say the last time they left this den?
Surpressing a chuckle at her own lighthearted train of thought, Blossomclaw glanced around one last time before settling down to prune her fur. While she wasn't one to care much for appearance, a rather nasty struggle with a rabbit with a will to live a few days ago had left her chest sore, the rabbit having landed a fairly painful thump against her front before she was able to put it down. Her fur bristled slightly with pride at her own success, knowing some of the frail, less determined apprentices, even warriors for Starclan's sake, would be sitting in the Medicine Cat's den right now over it. (Though perhaps she was just as stubborn as her mother was about listening to advice for her own wellbeing.)
Nevertheless, that wasn't a focus for right now. For now, she simply wanted to pay tribute the space her mother would have inhabited if only she'd listened, even if that meant sitting through the same repeated, overly embellished war stories the elders had to offer.
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| BearWillow |
| 130 moons | Big brown tabby tom w/ a white chest and a limp hind leg | "I know your kind. Always sneaking about"
BearWillow blinks when the molly enters, lifting his head off of his
paws for a better but brief look at her. Ah BlossomClaw, yes he
knew her. Not well of course, but at least he didn't forget her name.
A dark tipped ear flicks at her teasing mew and he huffs, a short puff
of laughter. "Hello BlossomClaw," He meows, "How've you been?"
As he speaks, he adjusts his position and lays on his side, trying
to ease the pins and needles that takes action on his limp leg.
Re: ThunderClan Elders' Den
Re: ThunderClan Elders' Den
