ThunderClan Clearing - Page 270

**Nymph** · #**2691** May 31st, 2024, 09:02 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ollie

☆Twilightforest☆
Tom - He/They - 24 Moons - No purrks

Twilightforest jumped, not expecting the sudden touch. He looked down and smiled "No Worries!"They said, purring.

(Short lol)

The cat spoke kinda fast, but Whitepaw saw that the other cat was a wawiow. "Yu wawiow? Iy Whih-pah. Hu yu?" the deaf apprentice asked. He was trying to pass as ordinary, and it was kinda working, kinda not. Time to test it out!

**ollie** · #**2692** May 31st, 2024, 09:09 PM

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Originally Posted by Mizu

The cat spoke kinda fast, but Whitepaw saw that the other cat was a wawiow. "Yu wawiow? Iy Whih-pah. Hu yu?" the deaf apprentice asked. He was trying to pass as ordinary, and it was kinda working, kinda not. Time to test it out!

☆Twilightforest☆
Tom - He/They - 24 Moons - No purrks

The tom tilted his head, a confused charmed expression on his face. "Did you say Whitepaw? Yes, I'm a warrior. My name's Twilightforest!They said, hoping they weren't talking fast again. He had a tendency to do that, and the apprentice seemed like he had trouble hearing.

***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #**2693** May 31st, 2024, 10:36 PM

| Sprucejumper |
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive

Warbler...paw. Alright. So he had been right. This was an apprentice. Fair enough... but now what? Sprucejumper might be many things. The clan's youngest warrior. A competent hunter. An even better tree climber. Modest to a fault. But a conversationalist? That he was not.

On the bright side, this one was a talker, much like his former mentor, and he seemed to have... many an idea on what to do. Playing games was out of the question. The Havana Brown mix had not played a game since... Heavens... he hadn't a clue. Far too long, in any case, and he had moved on from such trivial things. Not to mention he could very well see the miniature ball of ire herself thundering doom on whatever warrior decided to waste their time with what she would no doubt consider nonsense. Walking did not seem terrible... but somehow he had a feeling that meant more talking, and no thanks. He was good with silence. Which left only one option, really...

"Hunting," Sprucejumper drawled without skipping a beat.

It was a no brainer as far as he was concerned. It would provide for an excellent outing, he would be bringing back meals for the clan, therefore earning his keep and hopefully not being randomly murdered by Angry, and it would be nice and quiet. Peaceful. The chocolate point wasn't opposed to companionship as long as he wasn't expected to speak, and surely the paw wouldn't be chirping away while they were trying to spot some prey, right? R-right? Come to think of it, that had never really stopped The Boulder much, had it? Oh... this was going to be a long hunting trip, wasn't it? He could feel the regret washing over him already... Was it too late to take it back? Probably. Didn't mean he wasn't going to complain. Silently. To himself. In the back of his mind, mostly...

@finley !! [Warblerpaw]

**AriaTheFiremaiden** · #**2694** May 31st, 2024, 10:38 PM

@Weekend-Wondering

Dawnkit padded into the clearing with Rosekit, her mind filled with thought. Now that he'd calmed down, he was much more friendly, and had a good sense of humor, too. An' it ain't like I have any other friends among the kits. They were fine, really, but even among the adults her random butting in with comments wasn't very welcome.

Even though this kit was only half a moon older than her, she still sort of looked up to him already. For example, she had seen him playing moss ball with their denmates yesterday, and the way Rosekit stood up for Moonkit was brave. It was almost like he wasn't half -- Dawnkit snapped out of her head,
as Rosekit started talking about fresh-kill. He even asked her if he could grab something for her. That was nice, she thought inwardly. In the meantime, she quickly said "My favorite prey is mouse, I don't likes gettin' feathers or fur in my teeth. You can get me one a those, I guess? There gotta be a lots, warriors hunt mouse all the time..." She realized she was rambling again. "Imma get a drink from the stream." Dawnkit walked towards the narrow slice of water and took a few laps, waiting for Rosekit.

**dino.** · #**2695** May 31st, 2024, 10:54 PM

Why did she smell blood in her clearing? And why in the world was it coming from a kit?

Bumblestar slipped back into the camp just in time to catch sight of Moonkit headed for Drizzlecloud's den, and she quickly moved to intercept her. That torn ear didn't look too bad from a distance - it could wait while she got some information out of the kid.

Was that another kit's scent she smelled? Rosekit's was easily identifiable, but he didn't seem the type to do that kind of damage on a whim. The other was a bit harder. What the heck was his name... Amberkit?

"Hey." She stepped in front of Moonkit to redirect her path, brow furrowed. "What happened with the ear? Somebody hurt you?" Gentle wasn't really Bumblestar's forte, but this was practically a baby she was talking to. She didn't want to scare her off.

**Nymph** · #**2696** June 1st, 2024, 08:14 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ollie

☆Twilightforest☆
Tom - He/They - 24 Moons - No purrks

The tom tilted his head, a confused charmed expression on his face. "Did you say Whitepaw? Yes, I'm a warrior. My name's Twilightforest!They said, hoping they weren't talking fast again. He had a tendency to do that, and the apprentice seemed like he had trouble hearing.

"Yeh, I sah Whi-Whitpah. Dey sah ah def! Whah thah meah?" Whitepaw asked the warrior. He was reading the warrior's lips. Apparently, it was warrior not wawiow.

**Weekend-Wondering** · #**2697** June 2nd, 2024, 09:07 AM

Rosekit
Header by @/Dolomedes / Male / 3 1/2 Moons / ThunderClan / Sexuality Unknown
Chocolate-brown and russet tabby Tom with fluffy fur and bright amber eyes, thin scars on his legs and a large scar shaved across the bottom half of his face that exposes several teeth

“Sure, I’ve got half a face, but you’ve got yourself half a brain, so I’m sure we’ll get along just fine, ey?”
~Rosekit

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Rosekit had decided that there was no point in dodging kindness anymore, at least around somebody like Dawnkit. It was obvious to the tom-kit that being rude with intention was not going to get him anywhere better than he was previously, and he was not one to upset somebody for the simple fun of it. So instead, he had allowed her some kindness, asking whether or not she would like him to grab her something. Rosekit hadn’t thought much of it when the offer had slipped out, but once it had met Dawnkit’s earshot, he felt a slight clench in his stomach.

Crap, that’s embarrassin’… The russet tabby tom-kit began to think, unsheathing his claws and poking them against the ground. Now she’ll think I’m nice. Well, nice is fine… but I’m… not. Great. Now I’ll have her thinkin’ I’ve got a completely separate personality from the one that I actually have. Stupid, stupid mood swings- whatever. Maybe she won’t notice, kinda like I didn’t. He shook the thoughts from his head and placed the vole he had grabbed for himself to the side. One small offer coudln’t hurt- and even if Dawnkit did end up mistaking the action for natural kindness, his behavior form the previous evening would most likely be enough to show that he wasn’t the nicest cat anyway.

As Rosekit waited for a response to his questions, he took a quick look up and around camp. What was there to talk about after and/or while they ate? The young tom-Kit would have done anything to avoid an awkward silence. I’m tryin’ to make up for yellin’ at ‘er last night, not make things worse by stayin’ shut up with her a mouse length ‘r two away, He reminded himself. Rosekit felt his ears shift back up, tail tip tapping against the ground rhythmically. He glowered downward at the ground. And this is exactly why I hate talkin’ to cats after these sort’za incidents… it’s just so dang awkward. And who knows if Dawnkit’s thinkin’ up soemthin’ to say… no, ‘course she isn’t, she’s still thinkin’ about her response to my last question, isn’t she? Crap-

Rosekit blinked and turned back to Dawnkit when he heard her speak. Quickly, Dawnkit told him that her favorite prey was mouse. Instinctively, Rosekit snapped half of his attention back to the fresh kill pile, listening to his denmate explain the favoritism as he scanned the pile of dead prey for any mice. Dawnkit began to tell him about how she didn’t like to get fur or feathers trapped in her teeth, and he couldn’t resist a scoff. Part of him silently hoped that she hadn’t noticed the scoff, but in the end, the larger portion of him didn’t mind. If she wanted to get to know him, she was going to have to get to know his judgement. What a great hunter she’ll be, afraid’a some feathers an’ fur, Still turned away from her, he smirked to himself at the thought. Guess we’ve all got our own dislikes… but usually they ain’t about food, hehe…

Naturally, a Dawnkit requested a mouse. Rosekit thought that she would stop there, but then she she-kit brought up the fact that warriors did a lot of mice-hunting and there should be a handful in the prey pile. The russet tabby kit almost spoke up about her rambling, throwing out some remark about how talkative she seemed to be, but then he remembered his own reputation. I outta hold by tongue. I am the Rant-Runt, not so much a hypocrite! So he kept it to himself. He spotted the small shape of a mouse in the pile reached for it with a paw. Hooking the piece of prey onto a claw, he dragged it out of the pile and placed it next to a vole. Though, I actually kind’a see the problem with feathers an’ fur… takes forever to get one outta your teeth once it’s stuck there… whatever, I’ll live.

As Rosekit turned back around to face her again, he heard Dawnkit tell him that she was going to go get a drink from the near stream. He offered her a single, curt nod, before bending down to pick up their prey. He knew it would be an extreme pain to carry both pieces of prey in his bad jaw, so he selfishly sacrificed Dawnkit’s mouse to the dirt of the ThunderClan clearing’s ground, lofting up his vole in his teeth. He tried to call out to Dawnkit and tell her he was on his way, but his voice and diction was muffled by the vole. “Cuahmming!” He started towards Dawnkit and the stream, kicking the mouse along forward with him.

Once he arrived to stand beside Dawnkit by the stream, he casually blew off some of the dirt that had gathered up onto her mouse and sent it drifting off into the stream. After a brief observation do the mouse (in which he learned that there was still plenty of ground-dirt caked onto the poor creature) and a thought of, Eh, frick it, whatever, he crouched to get a drink for himself. Once he was finished, he turned to face Dawnkit with a bored, waiting gaze. “Got your mouse, you’re welcome. Anyway, moving on… what to say…”

Rosekit took several moments to himself, thinking over what they could speak about. He really wanted anything to take their minds off of his stupidity from the night before, but the only things that were popping into his head were training and apprenticeship. So what did Rosekit decide to bring up? Training and apprenticeship. Such creativity, He thought to himself sarcastically. I’ll do so well in the mental-area as an older cat, huh? He grunted, and started up a decent conversation, Rosekit style. “Afraid’a feathers an’ fur, ya’ said? Y’Know, you’ll make a funny hunter one day, I bet. I’m not havin’ a very hard time imaginin’ you runnin’ away from the prey, actually… kind’a backwards, aha-” He dragged his food over to him, took a bite, and mouth half stuffed, continued. “Buh, you douh you, ah guezz. I dun’t mahnd…”

After swallowing, he kept on building off the topic of their futures. “So. ‘Bout trainin’ an’ all, what’s your favorite kind? I know I’m mostly a combat slash battle kind’a guy, but I know some prefer huntin’. Oh… that’s right… we’ve got the feathers an’ fur issue on our paws,” He smiled judgmentally, tilting his head to the side. “What’a shame, what’a shame. Who knows, though, maybe you’ll professionalize in Elder-Carin’ and Kit-Dung-Cleanin’. Everybody’s got themselves their own talents, I s’pose.”

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~ @AriaTheFiremaiden { Dawnkit }

**Dark** · #**2698** June 2nd, 2024, 08:51 PM

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Originally Posted by Luminous

Hawkcatcher
@Dark

The calm today. The patrols had been sent out and a few mentors had left to train with their apprentices, but apart from that, not too much was going on. Hawkcatcher had been pacing around the camp, checking on the dens and walls, seeing if the freshkill-pile needed to be restocked, and scanning the camp to see if something needed to be cleaned out. But no. Everything seemed done.

She should be happy it about it, and to some extent she was, but she had also never been someone to just sit around, doing nothing. Maybe in the evening she would go on a walk and relax a bit, but for now she needed something to do. So Hawkcatcher walked towards the apprentices' den. She knew far too well that many apprentices weren't given enough training by their mentors, so she had made a habit or occasionally checking if any of them wanted to do a lesson or needed to learn something specific. But maybe she wanted to focus on climbing today. Fighting would be good, self-defence even better, but climbing and knowing how to traverse the tree crowns could help a lot with getting away from things like foxes, badgers, dogs, and maybe even Riverclanners if need be.

Bending down to look inside the apprenitces' den, she could make out quite a few youngsters. "I'm taking one or two apprentices for climbing training if any of you need a lesson in that." How very eloquent. But Hawkcatcher had never been as formal with apprentices or kits, and in this case, she'd rather be straight forward.

Swanpaw

She/Her - They/them
(8/100)
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CW: Anxiety

Swanpaw, having failed horrifically in her last attempt at learning to climb, looked up when she heard a cat offering to teach the skill to some apprentices. She started to head over before remembering the stinging failure of the last time and hesitated. She should stay in the camp… after all, why would she want to waste this poor warrior’s time? But if she did go maybe she could learn it and show mommy and daddy…

Closing her eyes shut tightly, she decided to just walk over. Opening her eyes once more, she headed over to the warrior, unsure of their name. ”Hey, can you teach meeAHH-” She started to say in a soft voice before she tripped over her feet and landed right on her face. Why her?? Oh stars above this was so embarrassing! Rising up to her paws with a groan, she rubbed her nose ”Oww…” She whined, tears starting to well in her eyes. She would’ve sat there if not for the fact that she had been approaching another cat, which meant they likely saw that whole thing…

”Oh, I’m so sorry! I should leave you alone.” The blue tortie stammered before turning to try and make her escape.

[AHHH I’M SO SORRY. I ummm forgot and then the ShadowClan event stole all of my attention. I grant you powerplay perms for anything lol]

**dino.** · #**2699** June 2nd, 2024, 09:15 PM

After that very weird interaction with Larkswoop in her den, Bumblestar needed to go sniffing around for Wolfhive. That, combined with the conversation at Smallpines, had done zero wonders for her mood and she was still very clearly ruffled when she found him, but she thought she did a decent job of at least flattening her fur.

"Hey. You have any clue at all as to what's goin' on with Larkswoop?" An ear twitched as she glanced around the clearing briefly for the warrior. "I just finished talking with her. Apparently she just... I don't even know, forgot to mention something to you about a potential raid on us by ShadowClan that Dawnstar ended up discarding? And the fact that ShadowClan 'n WindClan do have an alliance?"

It was... concerning. The sudden abrasiveness, the leaps to aggression, and now this, a very convenient slip of the mind. "She said it was because you only asked about 'WindClan's aid' or some weird excuse like that."

[ @BEAR. ]

**AriaTheFiremaiden** · #**2700** June 2nd, 2024, 10:31 PM

@Weekend-Wondering

Dawnkit waited as Rosekit brought a mouse over to the stream. It's muddy! she thought indignantly, a short flash of frustration crossing her face. But it wasn't right to be mad at him when he was clearly trying so hard to act nice. Dawnkit brushed the mud off as best she could and took a small bite, watching Rosekit drink from the stream.

When he began talking about hunting again, specifically her uncomfortable-ness with feathers and so on, she listened closely. Rosekit was older than her, he would know quite a bit about hunting, and even if he was mocking Dawnkit a little about the kind of duties she'd do as an apprentice, he had a point. She thought it would be right to address that.

"Ya might be rights about that," she started, pausing to take another bite of mouse. " If I don't like birds and things, I prolly won't be good at huntin'. An' I don't wanna be stuck in camp. Maybe you could help me get used to it? I never tried to play at prey huntin' with the other kits." Dawnkit paused again, then looked down. He's got rights enough to know."Moost of the other kits aren't too fonds of me, really." She decided it was better to stop there, unless he wanted to know more.