Wait a minute was this what he thought it was? Yes finally! He ran over almost immediately not wanting to waste anymore time. The almost eight moon old kit sat down and listened closely to Sootfur. He was going to listen and listen well. There was no way he was getting held back. He looked around to see if any other cats had showed up. Some of them were probably going to be younger than him, but perhaos he might not be the only 7 moon old kit. He never knew.
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.
~~Sharpeye~~
(Heh heh... Oh so cute(my exact words to reading that adorable post))
Sharpeye heard a yelp and a thump and turned his head. It was little Wolfkit, who seemed to try and pounce on him form behind. Smiling, the Caretaker shifted himself so he would be closer to the little kit. "Try again, little Wolfkit. I'm sure you will get it right again." The small black tom encouraged the kit.
After collecting the nesting materials, Hawkshade high-tailed it back to camp. The tiny black tom made his way to the center, dropped the wad of moss and feathers at his paws, then called out to his Clan. "If anyone needs any nesting material, I got some for you!" He'd offer a warm smile to anyone who approached him, tail gesturing toward the pile of moss before him. It should be enough for a nest or two all together, but anyone could take little bits of it and add it to their current one to freshen it up a bit.
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.
Lilackiss
She/They | A lilac blotched tabby with hazel eyes - American Curl
After having been relocated to ThunderClan's new camp with the rest of her Clan, Lilackiss had not had much to do. Sure, she could lend a helping paw here and there - but meh, no one really knew her, so no one really asked for help from her. So when Spider-ominous-throat wandered up to her and another and told them to accompany him, the marbled tabby hopped to her paws, following without a question.
After all, they were merely on a mission to save the poor poor medicine cat from his tunneled-in fate. What could go wrong?
Hearing this, Crackle'paw stopped his restless pacing and turned to the offer...Hmmmm, he was get quite sick of sleeping on hard earth... And the materials were already there... So why not? Marching right up to whatever this guys name was, Crackle'paw gave a dissatisfied sniff and addressed his arrival. " I've come to accept your proposition, fool." flicking his tail, the little rat gestured at the pile materials. " This stuff better not be infested with fleas... "
After collecting the nesting materials, Hawkshade high-tailed it back to camp. The tiny black tom made his way to the center, dropped the wad of moss and feathers at his paws, then called out to his Clan. "If anyone needs any nesting material, I got some for you!" He'd offer a warm smile to anyone who approached him, tail gesturing toward the pile of moss before him. It should be enough for a nest or two all together, but anyone could take little bits of it and add it to their current one to freshen it up a bit.
It was only once she'd taken a good look at the nursery and came to terms with the fact that she needed to move her currently non-existent nest there did Mapleface realize.. she was a Queen. She was a mother, for crying out loud! Or at least, she was going to be. The thought made her antsy. Being a parent sounded difficult.
Brow furrowing with worry, Mapleface was only brought back to reality when a familiar voice sounded nearby - Her brother. Half-brother, mind you, but Mapleface loved him all the same. "Be nice, Crackles." The tortie point chided, rising to her paws to amble over unsteadily. The bulk that was her stomach was getting harder and harder to maneuver with. "I think I need nesting material too." She said, turning her attention to Hawkshade.
After collecting the nesting materials, Hawkshade high-tailed it back to camp. The tiny black tom made his way to the center, dropped the wad of moss and feathers at his paws, then called out to his Clan. "If anyone needs any nesting material, I got some for you!" He'd offer a warm smile to anyone who approached him, tail gesturing toward the pile of moss before him. It should be enough for a nest or two all together, but anyone could take little bits of it and add it to their current one to freshen it up a bit.
bumblebreak === >
Fighting with her terribly-made nest to get even a decent night of sleep was starting to grow old, and it had only been maybe a couple of days since the disaster. She stabbed it angrily with a claw, nose wrinkled. It hadn't been built very well in the first place—maybe it would be worthwhile to just start all over again.
Ears pinned back, Bumblebreak exited the warriors' den, just in time to hear Hawkshade's call echo across the clearing. (The fake clearing, she wanted to call it. This was too overgrown, too unwalked. She hated it.) WIth a breath of relief, she quickly redirected her path and hooked a few scraps of moss and a single feather with a claw, tossing the warrior a grateful look. "You mind?"
Wolfkit barged over to where the Clan's etiquette class was being held, determined to be at the front of the small crowd. His small frame was filled with excitement as he anticipated what he would learn today, peering up at Sootfur expectantly. His voice wasn't much more than a squeak, being as young as he was, but he was trying. "R- riddy!"
"Oh yes, go right ahead." Hawkshade chuckled as Cracklepaw muttered something about the moss being flea-infested, turning to the red-faced molly that defended him. "No worries, it's not flea infested. I wouldn't have comfortably carried flea-infested materials in my mouth..." He trailed off, quickly canceling the thought in his mind. A chill crawled its way down his spine, spiking the fur along his back. Eeugh. Stars, no!
When the deputy approached him, Hawkshade straightened and shook his head. "Not at all, please help yourself." He returned her grateful look with a genuine smile. Bumblebreak was one of the few cats he admired and respected around here. He hadn't even seen Thrushstar since the sinkening...which was annoying, since he had something he wished to discuss with him. Thoughts clouded the warrior's mind as he watched his Clanmates gleefully pick the materials he collected.
Then his eyes lit up.
"Oh, uh, hey Bumblebreak-" He mewed, ears perking. "I apologize to bring this up so informally, but...do you know why we don't have any Keepers besides Flameheart at the moment?" His eyes wandered the overgrown clearing, briefly searching for the large molly. "I've been meaning ask Thrushstar about it, but I haven't seen him around really..." His eyes gravitated back up to the cream-and-brown tabby, dilating with curiosity.
Hawkshade did not care to beat around the bush. If something needed to be done, he did it. If something was on his mind, he says it. And with ThunderClan in such a vulnerable state right now, he had no interest in twiddling his paws like some of his Clanmates. There was work to be done, and with their lack of leadership and role models, ThunderClan's building plans are gonna go slower than dirt.
alderstep did some very cat things (aka lounging) in the clearing. he rather liked the overgrown bits. it made him feel safe. while it may look like he was lazing about, he was quite actually open to helping anyone if they wished him to. boredom had his claws itching to do something.
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