Frostpaw's ears flattened, and he frowned. “I'm sorry that your mama disappeared. My parents are gone too.” He seemed sad to say this. His parents were an open wound that bled but not on anyone but him. After a bit of silence, his demeanor changed into a cheerful one.“So all I'm hearing is that you're important to the clan and a great friend.” He said with a bright smile on his face.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@kira
The calico turned as a Warrior walked up to him, one of his apparent brats in tow. Ears angled forwards, a sigh just barely being contained behind his tightly shut maw.
He listened, to both sides of the story. Eye's narrowing at Fleapaw "Let me say, not let me says." the tom interjects before letting the apprentice continue. His sigh actually escaping as soon as the younger tom finished what exactly he was saying. "Hey now, hold it." he said, leaning forwards to either catch the apprentice by his scruff and pull him back, or stop the apprentice with his tail, either way, Spiderthroat was hoping to stop the younger dead in his tracks.
Than. A really screechy, high pitched noise came from behind him. Slowly, the tom looked over his shoulder, and looked down at a kit he realized he really doesn't know...nor does he care for. Once he realized it wasn't someone he was concerned with he simply turned and looked back at the pair of mentor and apprentice.
"Did you explain why he couldn't get close to the border?" he asked the Warrior. He than turned to Fleapaw "An' did you stick around an' listen?"
Fleapaw didn't resist being picked up by the scruff but he didn't seem please either. He didn't want to tell his whole story again but this is what was going to happen. He let out a little sigh when he was placed down. His voice was tired though it felt weird since he was usually screeching and felt fine afterwards.
"Yes I stuck around to hear why it was bad to cross a border, buuuuuuuuut, that's not the issue here." Fleapaw was trying his best to keep his temper even. "I was trying to ask... WHERE the line is crossed. There's a lot of cat scent around there and it feels very vague I wanted to know where exactly it became the no-no line to walk over. Warriors have to get somewhat close to this line to keep scents up or our land would shrink. I wanted NOTHING to do with getting near the border, it was just questions since I wanted to learn as much as possible, buuuut she couldn't understand that and started getting mad at me about not understanding my question! She kept thinking that I wanted to get up right next to the border, I didn't want that at all. I figured I'd walk home and just get a punishment for that than getting in trouble for having a full on fight with her. I don't think I'd do that but tempers were getting dangerously high. Leave before emotions make you do something stupid right? Learned that from playing with my brothers and sisters and getting into fights with them." He said before letting out a sigh. He was pretty much resigned now.
"Anyways it nice to get to talk to you dad even if its in not the best of situations." He said now looking at his paws.
RAHAHAHA - freedom once more! it was kind of chilly (read: very), but Beetlekit was again determined to explore, see some new faces, play in the snow, bite, maim, kill, what have you.
she had been practicing, so her walk was almost coordinated! no longer was she making baby steps; now she was making baby leaps. and leap she did! right around the clearing and into a tortoiseshell. "ooooff!" the kitten chuffed. she shook out her whiskers and peered up at her clanmate. observant as most kitties were, she picked up immediately on the lack of a limb. Beetlekit naively gaped at the warrior. "where's y'r leg??" she wondered by way of greeting.
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『 Ghostkit 』
⚝ TC Kit ⚝ Tom ⚝ 2 Moons Old
Fluffy white fur with gray stripes and blue eyes
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Open Ghostkit stummbled out of the nursery, into the clearing, almost tripping over his own tail and fronts paws.
IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE
AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY
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GOLDENPAW . 9 MOONS . HE/SHE/THEY . STARCLAN; FORMER THUNDERCLANNER
spiritual encounter active: post 1/2
"Hey, bite-sized, you're doin' good! Jus' slow it down 'n alternate those feet a bit an' you'll be zippin' around like lightning."
Goldenpaw doesn't know why she's so surprised that it isn't cold out. Not to her, anyway. Not ever again. She stands on—not in—the snow, marveling for a moment at the lack of chill before she speaks to who she's here for. The little one, Ghostkit. They're not too sure why this finally works, why it's some kit just waddling out into the open that gives them the focus it takes to be here, but it is. Maybe not everything's about the grand gestures. Maybe it's the little stuff that counts. Whatever.
He rises up, faint and starry even now, and demonstrates a smooth gait. "You see? Gets easier once ya grow inta your feet. But you're not new to this whole walkin' thing, are you? Not at your age...maybe you're ready for some hardcore warrior stuff. Whaddya think?" Wait, drat, he can't actually touch anything here...how's he supposed to bring this kid a mossball? [ worldweaver T1 active ] Goldenpaw's sucking their teeth in annoyance right when they notice that...oh! There's one right there in front of Ghostkit, sitting soft and green on the ground.
Did I do that? Huh. Goldenpaw blinks, and then waves a paw encouragingly at the mossball.
"Yeah, that's whatcha need! Go on an' give that thing a good kick around the place, stretch those legs. I betcha somebody 'round here'll even throw it for you, if you ask."
IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE
AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY
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GOLDENPAW . 9 MOONS . HE/SHE/THEY . STARCLAN; FORMER THUNDERCLANNER
spiritual encounter active: post 1/2
"Hey, bite-sized, you're doin' good! Jus' slow it down 'n alternate those feet a bit an' you'll be zippin' around like lightning."
Goldenpaw doesn't know why she's so surprised that it isn't cold out. Not to her, anyway. Not ever again. She stands on—not in—the snow, marveling for a moment at the lack of chill before she speaks to who she's here for. The little one, Ghostkit. They're not too sure why this finally works, why it's some kit just waddling out into the open that gives them the focus it takes to be here, but it is. Maybe not everything's about the grand gestures. Maybe it's the little stuff that counts. Whatever.
He rises up, faint and starry even now, and demonstrates a smooth gait. "You see? Gets easier once ya grow inta your feet. But you're not new to this whole walkin' thing, are you? Not at your age...maybe you're ready for some hardcore warrior stuff. Whaddya think?" Wait, drat, he can't actually touch anything here...how's he supposed to bring this kid a mossball? [ worldweaver T1 active ] Goldenpaw's sucking their teeth in annoyance right when they notice that...oh! There's one right there in front of Ghostkit, sitting soft and green on the ground.
Did I do that? Huh. Goldenpaw blinks, and then waves a paw encouragingly at the mossball.
"Yeah, that's whatcha need! Go on an' give that thing a good kick around the place, stretch those legs. I betcha somebody 'round here'll even throw it for you, if you ask."
Ghostkit looked at Goldenpaw with a tilt of his head then looked down at the mossball with a purr. "Ooh," he says quickly launching himself at the ball, pouncing on it. The ball rolled not to far away. He quickly ran after it, stumbling again then turn and kicked it, with his back paws, making the mossball fly into the air.
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- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 10 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
It was an ordinary day where Wolfhawk was freezing his butt off trying to get some fresh air.
And then it wasn't.
The medicine cat was moving around the clearing in an attempt to warm up when the smell of death hit his nose. that... couldn't be good. Upon further inspection, Wolfhawk found the lifeless body of moonfur just outside the clearing.
oh stars.
The tripod hobbled over to his clanmate's body, inspecting at it and trying to figure out what had killed her. There wasn't any visible injuries, but the smell of death was mixed with the stench of sickness. Given the time of year, he wouldn't be surprised if greencough had gotten her. They sighed and grabbed the warrior by the scruff, hauling her into the clearing. ugh, she was heavy. Wolfhawk really hoped he hit a growth spurt soon.
The brown medic set her down, using his paws to smoothen her fur. He cleared his throat before calling out. "BUMBLE! SPIDER! HOLLOWS! and uh.. clanmates! I found moonfur dead just outside the clearing. from the looks of it, she got sick, and it's most likely greencough." okay, got that out of the way. "I uh... I guess if you were close to her, you can come say your good-byes. But don't get too close, I don't want anyone else gettin sick. She'll be buried once all is taken care of, Or unless bumble and spider say otherwise," they said, backing up from the body. Cats deserved to give their loved ones one last good
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Re: ThunderClan Clearing
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