The morning air was crisp as the tom stepped out of his den, a small shiver going down his spine. It wasnt cold, per say, but it was certainly a change from the warmth of his nest. Eveningstar stepped into the middle of camp, taking a deep breath before calling out to the clan, "Can all of the cats who wish to help dig the evacuation tunnels please gather around me?" he announced, stifling a yawn that came after he finished speaking. If they wanted to have it done by the time Riverclan decided to spring an inevitable attack on them, they needed to get started as soon as possible.
Porcupineberry ruffled their fur as they strode into the clearing to help with grace and elegancy. They gave a grin,” I’d be happy to assist you, dearie.” they meowed to Eveningstar, glancing at the other clanmates coming to help. Hopefully someone was a former Windclanner and knew how to tunnel.
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Blossomtrail hadn't had the time to smooth her fur out this morning- She'd been out of her nest before the milky dawnlight hours for some territory hustling. And she looked all the more bedraggled for it! Showing up with tufts of fur stuck out at all ends, the warrior beams a grin at Eveningstar. "Here for the muscle, son."
And of course, she had to make herself laugh. Tossing her head back, a few loud caws bubble up from her throat. A deep, belly laugh.
"Let me take some of our friends here to scope out some old dens and sets and the like, yeah?" Giving the young leader a persuasive nod, the warrior looks around at those who showed up.
"You, limpy, over here." Nodding at Robinwhisker, she flicks her tail. "And you, happy squeaker." She looks at Stormpaw, waving him over as well.
Finally, something else had caught her attention that she wanted to sweep under the rug immediately. Turning to face Whitewolf, who had suddenly appeared in a whirlwind of opinion around ThunderClan lately, Blossomtrail grins.
"You need to quit tryin' to convince everyone of things they ain't askin' you, honey. You're gonna die for ThunderClan eventually, that's expected, it ain't a favor you're doin' that kid over there." Directing her gaze to Ravenstorm then, she beacons the cat with her tail. "You can come scope things out with us. You'll feel better when you see things with your own eyes. No more fretting, it ain't helpin'." Her words were meant to be encouraging, but her rough and commanding tone might not have helped to soften them towards the doubtful she-cat.
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Stormpaw nodded eagerly, inching towards Blossomtrail. She didn't really care that she had been called, "happy squeaker".
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Blossomtrail hadn't had the time to smooth her fur out this morning- She'd been out of her nest before the milky dawnlight hours for some territory hustling. And she looked all the more bedraggled for it! Showing up with tufts of fur stuck out at all ends, the warrior beams a grin at Eveningstar. "Here for the muscle, son."
And of course, she had to make herself laugh. Tossing her head back, a few loud caws bubble up from her throat. A deep, belly laugh.
"Let me take some of our friends here to scope out some old dens and sets and the like, yeah?" Giving the young leader a persuasive nod, the warrior looks around at those who showed up.
"You, limpy, over here." Nodding at Robinwhisker, she flicks her tail. "And you, happy squeaker." She looks at Stormpaw, waving him over as well.
Finally, something else had caught her attention that she wanted to sweep under the rug immediately. Turning to face Whitewolf, who had suddenly appeared in a whirlwind of opinion around ThunderClan lately, Blossomtrail grins.
"You need to quit tryin' to convince everyone of things they ain't askin' you, honey. You're gonna die for ThunderClan eventually, that's expected, it ain't a favor you're doin' that kid over there." Directing her gaze to Ravenstorm then, she beacons the cat with her tail. "You can come scope things out with us. You'll feel better when you see things with your own eyes. No more fretting, it ain't helpin'." Her words were meant to be encouraging, but her rough and commanding tone might not have helped to soften them towards the doubtful she-cat.
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Whitewolf gave Blossomtrail a quizzical look. She’d only felt more passionate about fighting for ThunderClan after adopting many of its kits and a few Apprentices, but she wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t worried about disloyalty among a few members of her Clan. She felt if she asked Eveningstar to make an example of her and lead from the front, perhaps others would follow suit.
After all, Whitewolf had been with Sunhowl when she heard about the loner called Lightningpelt having kits with a disloyal ThunderClan Warrior. And Whitewolf had only spotted him on the territory once, along with Sunhowl…that suggested his relationship with that Warrior hadn’t been very long before it resulted in kits who weren’t fully ThunderClan. Whether her fear was valid or not, Whitewolf dreaded what she’d seen and heard and it made her worry whether or not ThunderClan would be able to hold its own against RiverClan if they fought.
Some of ThunderClan were impulsive and hot-headed—bound to worsen what had already been set into motion—but at least those cats seemed to be the most loyal.
To make things worse, Whitewolf was still certain the evacuation tunnels would be too small for her. She knew taking the Clan’s rear might be her only option.
When Blossomtrail addressed her about ‘convincing’ cats about things, Whitewolf let out a confused huff. What she meant didn’t initially register to her, as she knew how much louder actions spoke than words.
But she had a tendency to oblige her clanmates no matter what she understood, so she nodded at Blossomtrail without dwelling on the subject any longer..
”Yes. I would like to see what everyone’s completed thus far.”
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Nightpaw frowned. She was curious as to why they were digging a tunnel. Wouldn't it be easier to climb a tree? ThunderClan weren't really known for their tunneling and hadn't ever dug one, to her knowledge. She realized that was what the other Clan's would think. RiverClan wouldn't ever expect them to dig underground as an escape route. She flicked her tail. Eveningstar had some interesting methods, but it appeared that he might know what he was doing after all. She padded over to him.
Stormfang
Why are we digging a tunnel? Stormfang watched incredulously as Eveningstar summoned the Clan. Was he scared of RiverClan? Only cowards hid underground. Claws were made for fighting, not digging around in the soil. Sure, old cats and kits would have to be protected, but ThunderClan had managed just fine the way things were. Grouped the vulnerable cats together and have a couple warriors defend them. What was wrong with that? Stormfang snorted in frustration. Eveningstar was making all the wrong decisions.
He did recognize that, if he was going to have a chance at being deputy, he would need to show interest in stuff like this, even if he disagreed with them. Dragging his feet slightly, he moved over to where cats were assembling by Eveningstar.
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Beebuzz
The tom had been talking amongst other cats, but as Eveningstar mad the announcement he padded over eagerly, letting Eveningstar know with a flick of his tail that he'd help out.
Fawn paw
The apprentice had been chasing a butterfly when Eveningstar called everyone over, he ran over and began chatting with others.
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Willowkit stuck her head out the nursery. She wanted to help! She was a great digger, she even had a large hole going in the nursery until a queen noticed and scold her. Reguardless she knew this was something she did well.
She spotted her father Oakfur listening to Eveningstar and rushed over to him.
"Can I help?" she begged looking up at her father with big pleading eyes.
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