Alpinekit was staring at the kit, wondering which game they should play. She thought, "Which game should I play with them?.....Mossball? Or maybe, 'Pretend Clan Game'? There's a few games I know."
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Alpinekit racked her brain quickly as she tried to find an answer. About thirty seconds later, she replied, "Pretend Clan Game?" She quietly swallowed and cleared her throat.
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 35 Moons
Bilingual T2 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Beefed up T3
Perhaps it was strange to feel this way but as the tripod melted into Redhawks fur, sinking into the other hornet and pressing as close as much as possible, but Mudhound felt safe. It was a rare thing, usually the maine coon was the one to make others feel safe and didnt experience the same instability that required them to actually receive help. So the tripod just.... didnt get that from other cats, not that it ever felt like a loss to them before.
But here for a moment with nothing but Redhawks warm russet fur and soft heather scent and her words..... It felt like nothing in the world could harm them or even existed. Mudhound almost believed Redhawk even over the wailing inside their mind, and maybe in time they would believe her always rather then this one moment where the other molly made everything else disappear.
Because, for now, things still existed and Mudhound was to be pulled away to find what they were increasingly sure was a corpse. Trying to pull themself together enough to speak the maine coon slowly blinked before horsely promising "Y-yeah. I will. I promise. Ill bring her home." In one form or another they would, for Bumblekit and because Redhawk believed in them.
It took effort to draw away from her, more then Mudhound understood and even as the full pain came rushing back with distance the tripod was confused. At first they'd been certain that the odd feelings in their heart had been grief and guilt, present even as they were curled beside Redhawk, but now that pain was back with separation and it was revealed that what they were feeling was something else. That kind of made sense, the heartache felt warm and kind rather then the sharper sting of Bumblekits loss, but what could it even be besides that?
Mudhound was.... confused but unable to examine it as they gave Redhawk a sad little wave and left the camp to lead the patrol, forcing themself to keep limping lest they loose all motivation to leave her.
@talle(I didnt know if I should drop a reply to this but I WANTED TO YOU GET BONUS GAY)
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Glimmermask
27 Moons | Warrior | He/They Artwork by Ridraw on DA
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The clearing was calm and quiet, a perfect environment for Glimmermask. The slender tom walked in quietly, his paw-steps light and coordinated as they always were.
A silver chainlink collar hung around his neck, something he had found laying about in Twolegplace territory. Granted, he didn't frequent there often, but he hadn't been about to let that find go unclaimed. It dangled now at his throat, making a chiming clink sound as he walked.
Yawning, he took a seat near the fresh-kill pile, letting the dappled sunlight wash over his coat.
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Last edited by The Kitty.; March 30th, 2024 at 01:20 PM.
Porcupinekit meowed okay,!!!! How do you play that? @Hignsnow of matterhorn
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Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@the kitty
(Typically collars aren't accepted accessories clancat wise /w\ , as kittypets and outsiders aye for sure! )
Loud. One of his idiot warriors was loud, how? He had no clue, but he definitely wasn't liking what he was seeing when he went to investigate. "If you're gonna wear a collar, get out of this Clan." he said simply. Ultimately, other than the loud noises, he was uncaring, unbothered. This warrior would bring nothing to their clan, quick to get caught in raids, easy to choke with that thing on, unable to hunt due to the loud noises. It wouldn't be a loss in his eyes.
"Or. Take it off and dispose of it. If you're dreamin of bein a Kittypet be my guest, there's the entrance you're free to walk on out. Don't bother comin back if you do. We aren't RiverClanners we have a spine."
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The waves that crashed upon
The rocks that you were trying to walk along
And in my head I heard them play a song
For you and me
Let's get lost at sea
Where they will never find us
Got stars at night to guide us
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@the kitty
(Typically collars aren't accepted accessories clancat wise /w\ , as kittypets and outsiders aye for sure! )
Loud. One of his idiot warriors was loud, how? He had no clue, but he definitely wasn't liking what he was seeing when he went to investigate. "If you're gonna wear a collar, get out of this Clan." he said simply. Ultimately, other than the loud noises, he was uncaring, unbothered. This warrior would bring nothing to their clan, quick to get caught in raids, easy to choke with that thing on, unable to hunt due to the loud noises. It wouldn't be a loss in his eyes.
"Or. Take it off and dispose of it. If you're dreamin of bein a Kittypet be my guest, there's the entrance you're free to walk on out. Don't bother comin back if you do. We aren't RiverClanners we have a spine."
Glimmermask
27 Moons | Warrior | He/They Artwork by Ridraw on DA
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Hearing paw-steps approaching his direction, Glimmermask huffed through his nose and turned slightly. Spiderthroat. Oh, stars. It was probably something to do with his collar. He hadn't thought about that before. Cursing inwardly at himself, the pointed tom awaited the deputy's words.
He coiled his thin tail around his paws, narrowing his blue eyes ever so slightly, but gave a small nod of submission. "I apologize, sir," he mewed lowly. "I wasn't aware this had been disturbing you." To be fair, it was an unspoken rule. He'd seen cats with other various forms of accessories around camp — flowers, vine necklaces, the sort. "I can.... er, go ahead and dispose of it." He set his jaw, wondering how to approach this. He didn't want to appear insincere to the deputy. Spiderthroat was such an important cat of the Clan! And a bit intimidating, as well....
"Make no mistake, sir, I am a loyal warrior. I wouldn't dream of living that lousy kittypet life," he spoke gruffly, meeting the calico tom's eyes.
Night holds up Copperpaw to the sun rays - Nyx
CrimsonOaks holds up her two gay kitties and The Lion King theme starts playing
Leopard runs by yelling "COME BACK HERE GIRLS!" chasing her IRL cats through this sig
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Re: ThunderClan Clearing
