It had been a bit of time after the sinkhole and for thunderclan things slowly seemed to be returning to normal.
Not that Buzzy would know. They just got here.
Ah but they werent Buzzy anymore! The tripod kept having to remind themselves! Upon returning to the clan and meeting that leader guy (Finch?... Starling?... Ah whatever the star dude who apparently was now leading thunderclan. Whatever happened to deer guy or stripy lady?) Buzzy had gotten a new name! It hurt a little to leave behind the old one, Buzzy or Buzzkit was important to them, it was the name their mother gave them, but it was one that no longer fit. Buzzkit was a girl, a child, and they.... werent that. And Buzzy was a rogue, an outsider, not a thunderclan cat. So the tripod being here, being who they were and being thunderclan once more all at once warranted a name that fit that.
So they requested a change and it was one they got. Mudhound. The new warrior rather liked it. They were themselves and unique but had marking of their family in their name still.
Changes for a changed clan, it fit.
Speaking of that thunderclan had changed. The leader was different Mudhound had just discovered that, the deputy was different they were told long before arrival by Houndspirit's spirit (hehe) and even the camp was different! Apparently the old one had sunk? Mudhound didnt get it. The new camp wasnt bad though, it was nice to not be in a place they last remembered for being location of the end of their mother, and Mudhound knew that could come to call this home.
That wasnt important right now though! The large cat was here for one reason and one reason alone! They had come to thunderclan for this reason even, leaving comfort and (probably angry) family behind! Mudhound was here to recover a long lost sibling! Bum-bum was apparently a deputy now! And Bumblebreak! (The flop eared cat didnt get the name but eh whatever not their name not their business) And a girl! Good for her!
This sibling had been without Mudhounds happy company for too long and it was time to fix that! It was reunion time~
Now just to find Bumblebreak.... That might be harder then anticipated.
You see it'd been years and Mudhound didnt exactly fully remember what their littlemate looked like. It had been so long and all memories faded into a blur eventually.... Mudhound knew scent lingered longer however.
So here they were, snaking back and forth across the camp probably looking mad tail wagging wildly in the air in excitement. The giant tripod cat didnt care if their (new? returned?) clanmated thought them a loon they were looking for that whiff of scent they knew to indicate they'd found their sibling. And eventually they did, head snapping up to stare at the smaller cat entering the clearing.
A ecstatic grin grew... and grew... until the new warrior exploded into motion happily charging at the deputy with a swinging tail to leap into the air into an attempted tackle hug. Ok maybe it was more of a tackle squish but with Mudhound's enthusiasm and comparative size it was inevitable if the affection landed.
"BUMBLE!!!!! IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU ITS BEEN SO LONG!!! YOU'RE SMALL! I DIDNT EXPECT YOU TO BE SMALL LIKE GRIZZLY BUT ITS GOOD!!! DIDJA MISS ME?!!!"
Admittedly, Wolfkit didn't know what was going on, but he saw his favorite cat just above the overgrown leaves and wanted to visit with her!!
The tiny warrior bounced through the brush, aiming to crash into one of Bumblebreak's legs. "Bumba!" He may have developed the ability to talk, but it was faaar from fluent and endlessly squeaky. "help?" She seemed busy, so he'd be busy too!
Oh, there was another cat here that wasn't his Bumbleparent. Wolfkit blinked at Hawkshade before looking back up at Bumblebreak with wide eyes. With limited understanding, he was more comfortable with the guidance of her than the less familiar cat. "help!!"
(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.
Determination shone in his eyes as he rolled back to his paws and crouched low, muscles quivering with anticipation. "Squeaaak!" Wolfkit let out a war cry before launching himself toward Sharpeye once more, attempting to catch the older cat by surprise.
... His aim was off, and he succeeded in catching dirt just past Sharpeye's tail. The force of his body crashing into the ground made him audibly OOF, but Wolfkit was still quick to try to get back to his paws.
Determination shone in his eyes as he rolled back to his paws and crouched low, muscles quivering with anticipation. "Squeaaak!" Wolfkit let out a war cry before launching himself toward Sharpeye once more, attempting to catch the older cat by surprise.
... His aim was off, and he succeeded in catching dirt just past Sharpeye's tail. The force of his body crashing into the ground made him audibly OOF, but Wolfkit was still quick to try to get back to his paws.
~~Sharpeye~~
(Your Wolfkit is so cute)
Sharpeye kept one eye on the little Wolfkit as made a cry and tried to pounce on him. He looked over at the kit as he caught dirt instead of his tail. The young Caretaker moved closer and put his tail in front of Wolfkit. "Try again! You got this! You are a mighty warrior!" The black tom again encouraged the kit.
Roseraven had kept a low profile ever since getting demoted. Nobody paid much attention to her anymore, though she still got dark looks once in a while. Those looks made her mad. Mostly at herself. After conversing with Albatrossflare, she was certain that, had she carried herself with confidence, had she not acted as if it were her fault, she would have kept her position and nobody would care. Ooops, this one queen and her kits died because the queen was very sick. Oh well, too bad. Instead she had to go and act like a martyr. When you acted like a martyr it was about time people started treating you like a scapegoat.
The small warrior spotted the familiar pelt of her sibling. She'd been distant, even before the incident, and regretted it. She approached, rubbing her shoulder against theirs before standing in front of them to clearly display her mouth for them to read.
"Hey, It's been a while and I can't catch anything. Wanna go help me hunt?"
Fireflykit and Lotuskit padded over and listened intently. Lotuskit didn't sit down, instead she spun around while she listened to Sootie taught them. Fireflykit just sat quietly, shoulders slouched slightly.
The young, scrawny tortie padded over to Cinderpaw as she called some cats over. Knowing her luck, she knew it'd be a good idea if she knew how to defend herself. So she attended this class, even if she was not sure if this was a good idea. She didn't want to embarrass herself or anything, but she needed to get this done, so she could move forward into apprenticeship.
"Try to get a-away or find someone who can help you?" She answered, voice shaking only slightly as she tried to answer to the best of her ability
"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.
Admittedly, Wolfkit didn't know what was going on, but he saw his favorite cat just above the overgrown leaves and wanted to visit with her!!
The tiny warrior bounced through the brush, aiming to crash into one of Bumblebreak's legs. "Bumba!" He may have developed the ability to talk, but it was faaar from fluent and endlessly squeaky. "help?" She seemed busy, so he'd be busy too!
Oh, there was another cat here that wasn't his Bumbleparent. Wolfkit blinked at Hawkshade before looking back up at Bumblebreak with wide eyes. With limited understanding, he was more comfortable with the guidance of her than the less familiar cat. "help!!"
Bumblebreak was preparing to step away when the younger tom caught her with another question. For a brief moment she only blinked at him—then her ears flipped back and a dark look of irritation shifted her expression. Stars, she had more than half a mind to tear Thrushstar down from his pedestal herself and take over everything. The thought displayed itself clearly in her voice, sharp and angry.
"I haven't the faintest damned clue. Flameheart can't be 'Head Keeper' if she's the only one. Don't know where Thrushstar has gotten off to, either. Tell you what, next time you see him, call me over and we can shred his ears together."
The only thing Thrushstar had to show for being leader was his name, apparently. Nothing more. "If he doesn't get the Keepers in order soon, I'll do it for him."
There was a rustling of leaves, and then a tiny force latched onto her leg. Bumblebreak glanced down and beamed at Wolfkit. "Hey, pipsqueak. You said my name." Kind of. Close enough. She pushed the scraps of moss toward him. "Wanna help me with my nest?"
It had been a bit of time after the sinkhole and for thunderclan things slowly seemed to be returning to normal.
Not that Buzzy would know. They just got here.
Ah but they werent Buzzy anymore! The tripod kept having to remind themselves! Upon returning to the clan and meeting that leader guy (Finch?... Starling?... Ah whatever the star dude who apparently was now leading thunderclan. Whatever happened to deer guy or stripy lady?) Buzzy had gotten a new name! It hurt a little to leave behind the old one, Buzzy or Buzzkit was important to them, it was the name their mother gave them, but it was one that no longer fit. Buzzkit was a girl, a child, and they.... werent that. And Buzzy was a rogue, an outsider, not a thunderclan cat. So the tripod being here, being who they were and being thunderclan once more all at once warranted a name that fit that.
So they requested a change and it was one they got. Mudhound. The new warrior rather liked it. They were themselves and unique but had marking of their family in their name still.
Changes for a changed clan, it fit.
Speaking of that thunderclan had changed. The leader was different Mudhound had just discovered that, the deputy was different they were told long before arrival by Houndspirit's spirit (hehe) and even the camp was different! Apparently the old one had sunk? Mudhound didnt get it. The new camp wasnt bad though, it was nice to not be in a place they last remembered for being location of the end of their mother, and Mudhound knew that could come to call this home.
That wasnt important right now though! The large cat was here for one reason and one reason alone! They had come to thunderclan for this reason even, leaving comfort and (probably angry) family behind! Mudhound was here to recover a long lost sibling! Bum-bum was apparently a deputy now! And Bumblebreak! (The flop eared cat didnt get the name but eh whatever not their name not their business) And a girl! Good for her!
This sibling had been without Mudhounds happy company for too long and it was time to fix that! It was reunion time~
Now just to find Bumblebreak.... That might be harder then anticipated.
You see it'd been years and Mudhound didnt exactly fully remember what their littlemate looked like. It had been so long and all memories faded into a blur eventually.... Mudhound knew scent lingered longer however.
So here they were, snaking back and forth across the camp probably looking mad tail wagging wildly in the air in excitement. The giant tripod cat didnt care if their (new? returned?) clanmated thought them a loon they were looking for that whiff of scent they knew to indicate they'd found their sibling. And eventually they did, head snapping up to stare at the smaller cat entering the clearing.
A ecstatic grin grew... and grew... until the new warrior exploded into motion happily charging at the deputy with a swinging tail to leap into the air into an attempted tackle hug. Ok maybe it was more of a tackle squish but with Mudhound's enthusiasm and comparative size it was inevitable if the affection landed.
"BUMBLE!!!!! IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU ITS BEEN SO LONG!!! YOU'RE SMALL! I DIDNT EXPECT YOU TO BE SMALL LIKE GRIZZLY BUT ITS GOOD!!! DIDJA MISS ME?!!!"
Bumblebreak trotted down the dip that led into camp, just returning from a brief run through the territory. She'd been expecting to do a lap around the clearing, check on those who needed to be checked on and even those who didn't.
She was not expecting to be slam-tackled out of nowhere.
A heavy forced slammed into her and knocked her into the ground, piercingly loud words assaulting her ears. With a furious snarl, Bumblebreak twisted back to her feet and arched her back at her attacker, fur bristling. "What the HELL?" she spat. "You can't just go around tackling whoever you want! Who even are you?"
An outsider Thrushstar had allowed in? Bumblebreak wanted to bite his nose off, Sweetsong-style, if that was the case, because they didn't have the resources to handle outsiders at the moment. But this cat thought she knew her, and while there was something very vaguely familiar about her, Bumblebreak was far too angry in the moment to give a rat's ass.
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!
Lightningkit looked up at a small cry, her ears perking. A-bush? Erhmm.... that didn't sound like a word. Or maybe it was, and she didn't know it yet! Ooh ooh, new words, new words are fun! She looked around for the source of the noise, before spotting another kit maybe her age. Uh- what was his name? Wo...ifie? Wolfkit? Hm, Wolfie was such a pretty name. Maybe he wouldn't mind her calling him that. But why was he in the undergrowth being all sneaky. Hm hm hm. Curiouser and curiouser.
The little kit bounded closer to Wolfkit, peering at him with large eyes. "Wolfie, why're you in the bush?" She asked in a whisper shout. Maybe he was hiding from someone, and was playing a game. Like hide and seek!
-Ashkit-
~He/Him~
Small and scrawny slate gray Tom with dark gray points and molts that look like burn marks, missing a large portion of an ear; bright blue eyes
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Ashkit sat, slim tail curved over his paws, when from the corner of his eye, he spotted another cat enter the den. His blue gaze rose, and he recognized the tom as Sootfur. I was nearly late, then… he thought, heart pace beginning to quicken. I could have gotten in trouble… some kind of lesson that would have been, huh? He watched the warrior as he made his way into the kit corner, and pricked his ears once he began to speak. He provided a quick introduction, to which Ashkit did not think to return. Getting to know the tom was not the point of the upcoming lesson, was it? Of course not, Ashkit was here to learn, not make fake friends. He pushed himself to his small paws as the warrior began proceeded to speak, moving on to why the lesson would be important for he and his fellow kits to learn.
Well… yeah, Ashkit thought to himself, awkwardly slinking over to sit nearer to the warrior. I sure hope we can’t like- fail these things! He turned to glance at the other kittens in the den, before focusing back onto the warrior in front of him. This really was the next step to him becoming a good, useful apprentice- and he was going to treat it as so. He coughed a little as he mimicked the warrior’s proud appearance, so with a quick font of defeat in his eyes, he slumped back down to his usual, pathetic slouch. His tail slid over his paws again, and his gaze fell.
Well… he began to think up the positive aspects of the lesson, staring blankly at the den floor. With all the kits doing this before becoming apprentices, we’ll all have an earlier start on a bunch of the stuff we need to know. Maybe cats like Cracklepaw will be shaped up before they can even think about entering apprenticeship! His body shook in a sudden shudder at the thought of several maniac-apprentices roaming around camp all at once. The horror of the thought… thank StarClan if the lessons helped out rising psychopaths.
As for me and MY development, he glanced back up at the warrior up front, ready to instruct the kits of the kit corner on what they needed to know. These lessons will give me an introduction not only on the stuff they’re trying to teach me, but on how training works as it is. It’ll be helpful to know how it works once I actually reach my apprentice days.
At that, his whiskers twitched, and he forced his back to support him in forming a straighter position. And just maybe… I won’t die before becoming a warrior! It was a nice idea, and Ashkit hopped it would remain a true, supported one.
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