ThunderClan Clearing

[Tecumori]

Sharpclaw - The Grumpy One
TC | Warrior | He/Him | 14 moons

Was that it? Sharpclaw had a feeling she wanted something more from him. Usually, no one ever wanted to just 'check up' on him. His clanmates only ever talked to him if they had to; often when they were forced on a patrol with him or just needed something. So, it wasn't far-fetched of him to be weary of her intentions.

"'Course, ya don't needta worry 'bout me. I'm a warrior ain't I?"

'And warriors aren't weak', Hailstorm would have added. His mentor trained him better than that. To be stronger than that. A little shoulder scratch shouldn't have affected him so much. It shamed him that it did.

But not anymore. He was better now, and he would do better next time he faced an opponent.

"Thanks for the concern, but I don't need it." Amber eyes met with green as he looked at Drizzlecloud, stoic and deadpanned.

@Omari

[Minkuu]

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Strikekit - He/Him

Active purrks: none

Strikekit blinked...giving off 'really?' energy. If that makes sense. But the point is, this cat wasn't fine and should get help. The options? Back away and leave or continue talking; and in the end, Strikekit just kept talking back "..maybe you should..like..talk to Drizzlecloud or maybe Springpaw about that...bleeding ear you have" he suggested, seeing it get worse. He quickly gave a glace to the rest or the clearing before looking back at the apprentice "don't think you should scratch it...i mean- i'm definately not a medicine cat but pprreettyy sure scratching bleeding cuts are just going to make it worse" he said; What's so wrong or bad about talking to the medicine cats about it?

The kit looked at the older cat's movements and she seemed like...scared? C'mon a kit can't be that scary right? Well maybe when Strikekit's older he'll be super scary but right now he's just a little kit who can't possibly do much. Was it the talking? Maybe. But again, just a kit.

╰─▸ ❝ @bubblegum.

[bubble[error].]

Originally Posted by Pangoligon

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Strikekit - He/Him

Active purrks: none

Strikekit blinked...giving off 'really?' energy. If that makes sense. But the point is, this cat wasn't fine and should get help. The options? Back away and leave or continue talking; and in the end, Strikekit just kept talking back "..maybe you should..like..talk to Drizzlecloud or maybe Springpaw about that...bleeding ear you have" he suggested, seeing it get worse. He quickly gave a glace to the rest or the clearing before looking back at the apprentice "don't think you should scratch it...i mean- i'm definately not a medicine cat but pprreettyy sure scratching bleeding cuts are just going to make it worse" he said; What's so wrong or bad about talking to the medicine cats about it?

The kit looked at the older cat's movements and she seemed like...scared? C'mon a kit can't be that scary right? Well maybe when Strikekit's older he'll be super scary but right now he's just a little kit who can't possibly do much. Was it the talking? Maybe. But again, just a kit.

╰─▸ ❝ @bubblegum.

~~Cherrypaw~~

Cherrypaw stared down at the cat in fear, itching her ear more, making it bleed more and making it worse. "U-um... I don't know if they could help me... I-I... I can try..." The apprentice was still scared. She glanced around. "I-I guess I can try..." She slowly made her way to the medicine den, still scared of the little kit.

[iliri]

Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader[all perm. active]

Approaching from the warmer depths of the medicine den felt like nothing but a hazardous thing to do. Tiredness had creeped itself into the deepest depths of her mind and practically snuggled itself to the deepest crevices. Her snow-white paws partially dragged along the coarse soil below as disturbance welled in the peaceful ground below. A quiet shiver surpassed her maw as a sudden wave of leaf-fall air swept through her long-furred coat, instinctively making it fluff out against her body as her claws gradually sunk themselves into the ground below. Why did the safest warmth of the greenleaf have to come to an abrupt end so soon? Why did it have to start drastically changing its color and appearances from the deep, leprechaun greens to crimson reds and amber yellows. Nature was a beauty in itself in many ways, but in more ways than others, it was rather quite annoying.

Trudging through the clearing, the calico kept a keen eye out for any particular leaves that would gradually sweep from the disheveled branches. Her breath fogged from every exhale that escaped her throat as she watched a puff of air magically appear and disappear from existence. The cold temperatures showed no mercy with making an appearance, and neither would nasty illnesses. Leaf-fall and leaf-bare were always the times of the year whenever such illnesses like whitecough and greencough would start spreading rapidly among cats like crazed wildfire, only stopping once it reached its peak. Springpaw didn’t pay too much towards the singular thought, promptly placing herself along the cold ground and watching as dead, crinkled leaves danced mercifully in the wind. Warm, lapis hues remained locked on the sight, watching with awe as the leaves swayed and twirled like ballerinas. They were pretty, yet they caused such an havotic mess whenever they stopped and laid on the forest floor. It was a pretty sight in itself, but quite annoying to deal with, nonetheless.

@dino. [little lazy and I apologize, but hopefully it’ll get their interaction going! ]

[poppy]

dovefluff, lotuspaw, fireflypaw and redkit had a group hug.

[Dakotaa]

FrogPaw limps around

(Closed)

[iliri]

Lambpaw and Snowbird vibe in the clearing.

[closed]

[Sleek]

Originally Posted by Alchemist Kitsune

| Sprucepaw |

It was an oddly cool day, with Fudge not even having to resort to hiding in the shade in order to escape the overbearing summer heat. That did not mean, however, that he was letting down his guard. Oh no. There were monsters afoot. Namely one, who was now being kept bored, without an outlet for his energy, and cooped up in here with the rest of them. Normally, the chocolate point would have seen fit to leave. Go out for a hunt or... well, anything, really. He didn't care he was a mere five moons old. Anything was better than staying here, alone, with the beast.

But then of course, he'd recently found out apprentices weren't allowed to leave the camp. He failed to see what was the difference between a kit and an apprentice at this point, other than the ridiculous name change. It couldn't be age, as he had been an apprentice since he was three moons old. It could certainly not be the learning aspect, either, as he'd been taught some basic battling moves by Pokey when he'd first arrived in this place. Honestly... the longer he stuck around these star cultists the less he understood them. They just seemed so... strange, and not in the fascinating way. In the you make no sense way.

With a groan, Fudge flopped on the ground, his deadpanned gaze staring blankly out to the clearing from his position near the warriors' den entrance. The Boulder wasn't around, and he didn't really know anyone - and he would gladly keep it that way, he wasn't lonely, they were lonely, hmph - so left to his own devices as he was, he was... not bored... but... incapable of using his genius. Yeah. That was it. Genius like himself needed to be cultivated just right, and these cats just didn't know how to.

With a grumble, the small, Havana Brown mix turned his blank expression towards the minute stream that flowed through the camp's clearing. Maybe he should go for a drink of water? And a meal? Sure. He wasn't doing anything right now. Maybe a fat mouse would make him sleepy enough to spend the day doing something productive, like getting a good rest. Heavens knew he hadn't been getting enough of that lately.

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@Sleek [Flameflicker]
| Starter for the training rp! Feel free to have Flame kitnap the Sprucester. |

Flameflicker yawned as he exited the warrior's den. He scanned the clearing for innocent victims cats to terrorize teach. Finally he found his next victim cat. He approached the brown tired-looking apprentice. "Hey there. I don't think we've really talked much," the yellow-orange pelted tom began, "But I have a little something to teach you." He turned around and headed out of camp, flicking his tail for the apprentice to follow.

[Aolani]

Originally Posted by Demini

Shypaw looked back at the two kits, thought it over for a moment then nodded "alright kiddos"

Willowwisp
Thunderclan

Willowwisp stalked off, wondering what she would do now. When she was an apprentice, she always went out of camp during the gatherings whenever she could. This was how she had memorized the entirety of the Thunderclan territory, though she had never told anyone, and she never planned to. She watched Shypaw and the kits made the agreement, while Willowwisp sat back at the entrance.

@Sleek

[Sleek]

Shockkit pranced around when the apprentice accepted, then stopped, mid-dance. "Alright, that's great, bu what will we do?" she whispered, still aware of the sleeping camp surrounding them. She looked to Sparkkit for answers.

Sparkkit rolled his eyes. Once again, Shockkit got herself into something she didn't know what to do about. He sighed as loud as he could. "I guess we can act as if Shypaw is a Windclan warrior, and we are brave and fierce Thunderclan warriors protecting our clan from her," he suggested. He looked to Shypaw. "How's that sound?"

Shockkit brightened up at the suggestion. "That sounds great!" she chirped, answering her brother's question. Then he looked at her and told her that he wasn't asking her, and that she should shut her trap, and she had to bite her tongue to stop from responding nastily. Instead, she smiled as wide as she could, but she could tell that Sparkkit knew that her facial expression was telling him that this wasn't over.

@TheShoomy @Demini