GENTLEDOE
messy-furred brown she-cat with heterochromia. she/her
[ Cloning ]
Having returned to camp, multicolored eyes were already seeking out a familiar pelt the moment she was free. Ah, it would be strange to see this camp every day instead of the other one. Though... there wasn't much that could be done, was there? The other camp was gone, and they had to move for the safety of everyone. Still, it would take some getting used to.
Change wasn't necessarily her thing, really. For as long as she could remember, Gentledoe had been the same. Having the same routine every day, calling others the same pet names with every conversation, grooming her pelt in the same exact way every time (and failing all the same as well(, she wasn't a cat who was particularly fond of change. It was... off-putting, almost? She didn't know how to describe it, just that big changes were, well, different. Something to adapt to. Changing, adapting, growing, gah, it was quite a bit to think about. Gentledoe would much rather lay back and enjoy some sunshine and perhaps a game of mossball. Ah, the dream.
In the back of her mind, she was aware she hadn't particularly done much for her Clan. Sure, she was there when needed, but she had yet to take initiative, save for the mini herb patrol she had done. That was less than revolutionary, however. It was simply as though she was just another face in the Clan. Motivation came to her then plummeted, her need to hunt and fight little to none. Ahh, so much effort. Couldn't she just take a really, really, really long nap and forget about duties for a day or two? Even now, tiredness pulled at her paws, aching from the activities of the day.
Ahh... right, she was getting off track.
Humming, Gentledoe returned to her search, hoping she hadn't picked a bad time to complete a check up. Upon finally spotting the familiar pelt she had been looking for, the messy-furred she-cat pranced over.
"Greetings, love. I have returned from my little task of herb collection," she purred, lips pulling into a sweet smile, "How are you? Please do be sure to rest if need be, sweetheart, we don't need our dear deputy collapsing of exhaustion, no, no."
She had managed to get a minimal amount of sleep earlier in the day, but it hadn't lasted long, and it hadn't been at all relaxing. Despite the size of the log Thrushstar had chosen for the den, the close proximity—or even the thought of it, honestly—made her incredibly uncomfortable. The discomfort coupled with the anger she felt for the leader currently had made her bundle up her nest the moment she awoke and haul it outside.
That was what she was doing now: crossing the clearing to the warriors' den with her nest in her jaws. Until she crossed paths with what was possibly the single pelt she would be even remotely happy to see at the moment, other than Asterdance and maybe Softsky.
Bumblebreak set the bunch of moss next to her paws and leaned forward so that her forehead could rest briefly against Gentledoe's curly fur. "Hey," she murmured softly. "I'm walking, so... I'm okay. Are you?"
Sundust, preparing himself to drag a warrior out of camp and force them to assist in what many might call the worst kind of patrol, was counting the herbs they had. Thankfully, the whole store had been saved from the camp collapse, but that wasn’t saying much. “Hey, Cinderpaw!” It would be good to debrief her on what herbs were left in case she wanted to go on her own herb patrol.
[ @littlelove - one liner reply is perfectly fine for this! ]
Tail twitching as she heard her name called, Cinderpaw sidled up towards Sundust. "What ya' got in mind?"
Sootfur walked out of the warrior den with a satisfied smile on his face. Sun hit his pelt with a light touch, a nice greeting for the beginning of a new day.
The gray tabby padded lazily toward the Kit Corner, where he hoped his apprentices would be waiting already. He didn't like delays.
A peek inside wasn't needed to know that the den was already crowded with enthusiastic kits. Oh, kits are so noisy! He thought with a prick of amusement, his whiskers twitching slightly.
"Hello, everyone! Good morning, kits of Thunderclan." he introduced himself with a friendly grin and a cheerful voice. He was mentally counting them all while doing that. Five. Seems like I'll have my paws full this morning, huh. "My name is Sootfur, and today I'll be teaching you the famous Clan Etiquette that our clan puts so much faith into."
"Now please sit down, kits, and I'll guide you into everything you'll need to know how to behave now and in the future. Because-" he raised his head and puffed out his chest, making his voice slightly more serious now. "Your individual behaviors, the choices you make, the way you speak... everything about that will represent each time the whole of the clan. You are Thunderclan. And that's why we need to know how to behave properly, first." And maybe, this time we'll have a generation of young apprentices that can hold their tongue in front of other leaders. He thought ironically, while shooing away the memory of Dawnstar addressing him at that famous Gathering.
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Please note that your characters need to actively interact and show that they are listening actively and learning. I will only give you one bump after 5 days. If after 5 more days, your kit hasn’t interacted yet in each one of the lesson parts (6 in total), they will be considered out as if they left.
Please leave me a vm if you can't attend the class right now and would like to postpone it, so that other people don't have to wait for you without good reason.
This is an essential class for all kits to become apprentices, to it is mandatory to participate actively. You are free to mention me so I can keep track of your replies! Just make sure not to reply twice between one Sootfur's post and another. Otherwise it becomes a mess. yeah.
Shimmerbeak had been laying about in the clearing. How bored it was, how they wished to have something to do. That's when Bumblebreak seemed to have pulled the silvery cat right out of its bordom. Oh goody!! A hunting patrol!! Shimmerbeak stood up and stretched before quickly making its way to the entrance of the camp. The black splotched cat sat and looked around the clearing.
"Oh, Echopaw!~ Let's go hunt!~"
Shimmerbeak said in a sing-song tone of voice. Shimmerbeak would sit here for a moment to see if the apprentice would show up, it not then Shimmerbeak would leave on its own
Another day, another curriculum class. Cinderpaw stretched in the early morning sun filtering through the tree canopies, jaws opening in a wide yawn. "'lright. Whoooo's up for the self defense class? I heard some of you guys wanted one."
As the kits gathered by her, the tabby recognized these little faces well - Fireflykit (guilt sunk in her belly), Frogkit, and Ashkit were her students for today. She flashed a big smile to hopefully settle any anxiety they had over the lesson or their new camp. "Lemme give you all a question to start. What do you do when someone's trying to grab and hurt you?"
Shimmerbeak had been laying about in the clearing. How bored it was, how they wished to have something to do. That's when Bumblebreak seemed to have pulled the silvery cat right out of its bordom. Oh goody!! A hunting patrol!! Shimmerbeak stood up and stretched before quickly making its way to the entrance of the camp. The black splotched cat sat and looked around the clearing.
"Oh, Echopaw!~ Let's go hunt!~"
Shimmerbeak said in a sing-song tone of voice. Shimmerbeak would sit here for a moment to see if the apprentice would show up, it not then Shimmerbeak would leave on its own
The Calico had jumped into the Clan Clearing. His coat was covered in dirt, and he had an open gash on his shoulder. Blood still trickling. His fur was messed up, and disheveled. His pawpads were even bleeding. Taking a moment to catch his breath the Warrior looked around the Clearing. Ears flicking.
He didn't want to make a scene, ThunderClan didn't need this added stress. If things went wrong, he would inform...well...whoever was doing anything. He didn't even care if it was that Medicine Cat.
"Oi. You two. Come with me." he barked, it was an order. There wasn't any room for argument. "Sundust had fallen in a Tunnel Collapse. The territory is still in a weak state. I need help finding him, he fell in on my watch." he explained.
Hopefully, that would do it. Spark enough interest for the two of them to follow his lead. He'd take them towards the ShadowClan border. He didn't even wait to see if they were following, simply turning heel, swiftly making his way back out into the Territory.
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Where they will never find us
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Last edited by Starfall; May 25th, 2023 at 11:12 PM.
The young Tom summersaulted his way into the new clearing. He had gotten used to using his back legs for help to push himself forward. So this is the new camp. It was gonna take some getting used to but hey, it should be easy, right? The small black tom looked around, his yellow eyes scanning the new landscape around him.
Forgetting the charcoal, Wolfkit's paws twitched with anticipation as he crouched down, his tail flicking wildly behind him. Sharpeye was standing nearby, and Wolfkit couldn't resist the temptation any longer and decided to launch a surprise attack.
With a burst of energy, Wolfkit propelled himself forward, aiming straight for Sharpeye's tail. But as he soared through the air, his aim faltered, and he misjudged the distance. His tiny paws missed Sharpeye's tail, leaving him awkwardly mid-air.
Wolfkit let out a surprised yelp as he landed with an undignified flop, his tail flailing furiously as if trying to make up for his failed attempt. He quickly scrambled to his paws, his ears flattening in embarrassment.
The scrawny tortie had felt slightly more confident as of lately. She had a family- a literal family- now, and she now walked into the new camp. This wasn't home. But it also didn't have the terrible memories that she had learned to associate with the old camp. So many cats lost a home, but she gained one the second Asterdance invited her to join their family. Deciding not to bother the cinnamon colored warrior, Fireflykit just sat off to the side, at last content with being alone. She didn't feel sad that she was alone. She felt... more whole now. Less insecure, because she didn't feel like she had to fight anymore. because she didn't, right? She didn't have to fight for love anymore. Because she had found it.
Now... she just needed to find some friends.
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Originally Posted by sol.
Lightningkit looked around, tilting her head. She whined again. Where were her siblings?
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Wolfkit had found a hiding place in undergrowth near the nursery, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He had been planning this ambush the second he spied Frogkit on top of the den, and he couldn't wait to see the look on Frogkit's face when they sprung their trap. He let out a low, barely audible purr as he called over to Fireflykit and Lightningkit, voice broken squeaks. "Help-" what was the word? "a-bush Frogkit!" He'd never know what hit him!
Still stuck in camp due to still being a kit Wildkit just hung by himself, starring at the ground. His tail lashed. It wasn't fair. Look at him he was almost 8 moons old and still considered a stupid baby. If only there was a way to get those requirements done faster. All the cats were all too busy. He wanted to be too busy too. He wanted to be busy training just like all the cats his age.
( open if you want to interact with the grumpy butt )
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