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𓇢𓇢 Traveling with a large patrol—or at least a decently-sized one—is where Laughblossom finds himself most relaxed. To travel with not one, but two lead warriors makes the tom feel more secure than ever on patrol, and it admittedly leads to a bit of arrogance. He strides easily along the border...

𓇢𓇢 The sun is beginning its descent toward the horizon just as Laughblossom trots between trees and dried brush, hunger gnawing at his stomach. He’s caught a scent, following it until it comes to a sudden stop. "Where-" he stops short when he lifts his head to lock eyes with a familiar...

𓇢𓇢 Just looking at the stretch of territory stolen by ShadowClan is enough to make Laughblossom’s lip lift in disgust. He tries to be amicable when interacting with the other clans, but ShadowClan has done nothing to earn the tom’s friendliness. He will not smile and laugh with their neighbors...

𓇢𓇢 Striding out into the face of a blizzard was a horrible idea. Perhaps the worst decision that he has made in a long time—perhaps the worst decision in the entire history of terrible decisions, even. His body feels cold all over, shivers racking his thin frame, but he presses onward doggedly...

𓇢𓇢 Laughblossom has always understood that the other clans are threats. They do not want what is best for ThunderClan—they are all greedy and unempathetic, uncaring for anyone’s suffering besides their own. RiverClan and ShadowClan have shown their true colors, at least, in attacking ThunderClan...

𓇢𓇢 The two newest additions to the nursery are watched carefully by Laughblossom. ThunderClan's queens are not the delicate things that they appear to be, yet still the tom feels as though it is a part of his duties to keep an eye on them. Wintertime litters are good for no one—but he, of...

𓇢𓇢 ThunderClan has faced strife before, and has fought other clans as well, but this is new territory. They will have to press their way through the unfamiliar landscape with a new leader at their head, a ferocious hand to guide them when the night grows cold. RiverClan and ShadowClan have shown...

𓇢𓇢 The tom prides himself on remaining positive no matter the circumstances, but an early frost is truly trying his nerves. The chill makes his very bones ache each time he wakes with no warm pelt to press his nose into. It saps his energy, unprepared as he is for the sudden cold snap, but...

𓇢𓇢 Thundergleam and Snailberry are both friendly clanmates, so Laughblossom isn't worried in the least about making the trip to the WindClan border with them. Thundergleam is a capable warrior, and in the darkness of dusk she seems to be right in her element. Her pale form slinks along with all...

𓇢𓇢 He has made his choices, Nightbird had said of Wrathpaw, stating the clan’s clear intent to see the boy punished for his crimes. Laughblossom cannot blame them, as painful as it is, and so all he can do is slink into Gentlestorm’s den, head held low as he ducks inside, a squirrel tucked...

𓇢𓇢 The victory is not only Flamestar’s, but ThunderClan’s as a whole. The evil that had crawled its way through the veins of clanmates, the rot that Skyclaw had used to put a stop to the clan’s beating heart, had stood no chance against the full might of ThunderClan’s warriors. The radiant light...

𓇢𓇢 How did he end up in this situation, exactly? The chocolate tabby isn't entirely certain, but it definitely includes some terrible decision-making on his part, because he’s not only asked one of his clanmates to spar with him, but someone actually said yes. "Alright... I'm ready." He looks...

𓇢𓇢 He had suspected that he would find no sympathy in the dark-furred queen. But still he had dared to hope, to think that just maybe there would be a scrap of softness within Nightbird. If not for his brother, then at least for Laughblossom. In a way, he’d hoped she would lie to him. "Can’t...

𓇢𓇢 Since their home was overrun by miscreants and other such murderous beasts, Laughblossom has not done much. He cannot possibly combat them, after all; keeping his head down and slipping through the shadows, skirting the edges of conversation. He is no bold, defiant cat, not at all. The...

𓇢𓇢 This is not meant to happen. Howlingstar had named him, had gifted him every name that he has ever worn aside from Laughkit. Bile rises in his throat as Hazel eyes fall upon her bloodied form—still, too still. She is with the stars, now, her last live fleeing her at the fangs of her own...