ThunderClan Elders' Den

[Pepperkins]

───── BLOSSOMCLAW ─────
Thunderclan | She/Her | Warrior | 22 Moons
PURRKS : Mind Reader

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A slight shift in the shadows drew her attention, fur only bristling for a moment before the familiar voice of Bearwillow drifted her way and her gaze met the figure of the tom. Giving her chest a quick lick, finishing off her brief moment of thought, she slowly rose to her own paws, grabbing one of the mice she had gathered and approaching the elder.

"I believe I should be asking you that question, you look like you haven't gotten out for a stretch in moons," she purred in response, though the purr surely came out much gruffer than she intended. She never claimed to have a voice like honey. Dropping the mouse by his nest and adjusting herself to rest at his height, she couldn't help as her eyes darted briefly to his bad leg, her expression a silent request for permission to approach it. Her older adoptive sister had been born with bad legs, perhaps she could provide a bit of relief through the warmth of grooming. It seemed to help Rosewood at least.

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" When life gives me lemons, I don't make lemonade, I use them to make you cry. "
LEMONS - Brye & Cavetown

[ @FrumpyFoxtail ]
(No worries!! I write too much sometimes anywho haha)

[FrumpyFoxtail]

| BearWillow |
| 130 moons | Big brown tabby tom w/ a white chest and a limp hind leg |
"I know your kind. Always sneaking about"

The big tabby watches as she approaches, replying to her words.
"If i go out there i'll be sneezin' till green-leaf" His tone is playful
but he isn't exactly lying. BearWillow hates the pollen.

He blinks when she glances at his leg and back at him, nodding,
granting BlossomClaw permission to approach it. He couldn't
exactly remember how he'd injured his leg but he also couldn't
really care less. It never hurt unless it got pins n needles or if
if he put to much pressure on it, and frankly it generally just made
it hard for him to walk.

| @Pepperkins |

[Pepperkins]

───── BLOSSOMCLAW ─────
Thunderclan | She/Her | Warrior | 22 Moons
PURRKS : Mind Reader

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Her pupils narrowed briefly at the mention of the pollen, silently agreeing in her head. New-leaf was vital, but it was no doubt anyone would rather not sneeze their brains out till it finally withered away. Still, he didn't need to know of her agreement, her eyes now rolling lightheartedly, "Doesn't matter, your joints are surely aching sitting here in this musty den."

Taking heed of his permission, she leaned her head down, just enough to nose at the limp limb and give it a quick sniff. Finding the area closest to the joint where the warmth of the tom still radiated fairly actively, she began to groom downwards from there, hoping some activity to the area would help with any discomfort in the moment, "At least bear me the favor of taking a short walk later so I can get some apprentices in here to clean out the nests. This cannot be a plesent space to live in right now, when's the last time anyone did some maintnance here??"

Though she fussed towards the old tom, none of it was directed at him, rather at the neglect of the clan towards their elders. It had always been a pet peve of her's.

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" When life gives me lemons, I don't make lemonade, I use them to make you cry. "
LEMONS - Brye & Cavetown

[ @FrumpyFoxtail]

[Dreamingstars]

(Art credit to Solaris.)
JUNIPERKIT
Thunderclan Kit ~ 2 & 1/2 moons ~ She/Her

Juniperkit wandered into the Elder's den. She hadn't really gone in here before, since she preferred climbing trees. But since everyone else seemed to be busy, the silver and white tabby decided that maybe hearing a story or two wouldn't hurt. Large green eyes peered around warily, as she silently crept in, ears twitching. "Hello?" She called lightly, sitting down with her tail curled around her little paws. Beautiful fur shimmered like precious gems. "Uhmm.. Can I have a story? Please?" Juniperkit waited, looking around.

[open]

[FrumpyFoxtail]

| BearWillow |
| 130 moons | Big brown tabby tom w/ a white chest and a limp hind leg |
"I know yer kind. Always sneakin' about"


BearWillow grumbles lightheartedly, turning his head to watch BlossomClaw
as she helped to relieve the tension in his limp leg.
As she speaks he leans his head down to lick his chest, smoothing down the mass of fluffiness as he listens.
The last time anyone had been in the elders den to clean must've
been moons ago unless they came in while he was asleep or out
getting some water with a warrior. He knew the high ups in Thunderclan
were busy with all kinds of stress and stuff but perhaps the warriors and apprentices could at least help more.

He exhales at the idea of taking a walk, it might do him some good and it
would definitely help stretch out his old arthitis filled joints /silly limbs.
"Last time they cleaned must've ben' moons ago," He meows, stretching his
fore-legs out infront of him and lowering his head down onto his paws. "It would be nice to hav' a clean nest and to feel the sun"

| @Pepperkins |

[Bob the Venomous Bird]

《 Chasmpaw 》
65/100
she/her | Thunderclan apprentice | 7 moons

Chasmpaw was in the Elders' Den for no particular reason. She remembered Foxskipper. He used to live here before he passed on. Chasmpaw sat down and looked up at the ceiling. She did not know him quite well but she saw Foxskipper a couple of times.

(OPEN)

[Pepperkins]

───── BLOSSOMCLAW ─────
Thunderclan | She/Her | Warrior | 22 Moons
PURRKS : Mind Reader

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Satisfied with his agreement, Blossomclaw let a soft smile grace her features before returning to her task. Though she was no medicine cat, if her time with her sister had meant anything she did believe she was helping, and what felt like the loosening of the muscles under her jaw seemed to agree with that. Walking would surely be more help for the tom, but temporary relief is all you could offer sometimes. Not to mention, the old tom reminder her of her sister almost.

"I'll walk with you, or find someone more entertaining, if you'd prefer to have company. I wouldn't just send you into the fray alone of course," her teasing purr rumbled softly from her throat when she finally sat up, taking the opportunity to nudge the forgotten mouse she had brought closer to Bearwillow. The prey pile was surely low by this point, best eat it while it was plump and somewhat warm.

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" When life gives me lemons, I don't make lemonade, I use them to make you cry. "
LEMONS - Brye & Cavetown

[ @FrumpyFoxtail ]

[gemdragon]

whiterush walks in slowly carrying a vole and a mouse than drops it down
"dinners served!" whiterush says with a chipper tone
"hope you enjoy the meal!

[FrumpyFoxtail]

| BearWillow |
| 130 moons | Big brown tabby tom w/ a white chest and a limp hind leg |
"I know yer kind. Always sneakin' about"


BearWillow sniffs the mouse as it's nudged towards him, biting into it as she speaks.
He'd prefer she walked with him yeah, better that than to look like a fool in camp clearing
with his 3 working legs.

"mhm," He hummed, tipped ear flicking as he finishes the rest of the mouse in just a few more
bites. "I wouldn't mind just taking a walk around the clearing, see how many ceremonies i've missed"
He added the last part sarcastically, hinting at how he doesn't get out much.

| @Pepperkins |

[gemdragon]

whiterush
"seems like your enjoying that freshkill. but i have to hunt for myself now." he says as he walks away "see you soon!"