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TOADHOPHE / HIM | THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR He finds himself under Stormywing's lead again, and her presence is perhaps the only thing he doesn't mind about this patrol. The river border gives the air a cool touch, and the warrior finds his form trembling with each step toward it against the damp...

TOADHOPHE / HIM | THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR Toadhop doesn't want to be here. With his heart still in pieces over his sister's loss, he'd rather be back in camp and the semblance of safety that is his nest. But this should be good for him. The most he's walked in days, it should be good for him to...

TOADHOPHE / HIM | THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR Sleep struggles to find him, more often than not, these days. When it does, it is nightmare-ridden. It is Roeflame's wounded body returning home next to that of the dark-furred tom she loved until the very end. It is Ragwortpaw's grave, no longer alone. It...

TOADHOPHE / HIM | THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR With his patrol decided — he thinks he did good, hopes he did, at least — Toadhop guides the group onward with a tremble in his step. The cold still lingers, his paws burdened with frost, but the warrior's nerves grow in anticipation of the hunt's result. He...

TOADHOPHE / HIM | THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR His paws are guided into morning light at his sister's call. Toadhop is among the first to greet Roeflame, and a still-tired dip of the head greets the deputy. The brown tabby awaits the sound of his name, expecting it to be attached to another's — to be...

TOADHOPHE / HIM | THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR It doesn't seem that long ago that Roeflame's kits were just leaving the nursery for the first time, as Lightflower's kits do today. He can hardly believe how grown they've gotten, can hardly believe one has already earned her name. One day the gray tabby's...

TOADHOPHE / HIM | THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR The brown tabby nearly jumps out of his fur at the shrieking song above him. A cerulean gaze darts upward to search for a sky-lit silhouette, for large-spanned wings and sharp talons. Such big birds were bad news — danger, if they were ill-prepared. He...

He'll be grateful when it's warmer, when his paws don't tremble with every step he takes and he doesn't have to beg his form to stay still — to not shake nearby leaves and risk scaring off any prey he tries to catch. Even with the cold air troubling him, Toadhop remains successful in his portion...

Kin of kin, Mottledpaw is, but Toadhop can't help but to frown at the comment she makes. " And what do you expect a kit to do...? Find their own? " he finds himself asking with a flick of his tail. His voice is light, but he apprentice should know better by now, should know the importance of...

Perhaps the warmer weather would feel better against his fur if it weren't for the tense atmosphere that has lingered over the clan. Toadhop has found himself more withdrawn than usual, his mind reflecting on the battle, on the losses that have sealed their fate among the stars and a territory...

Toadhop never liked this border. The place between Shadow and Thunder is a graveyard, the place of his sister's death — a nightmare so clear he might as well have been there himself. The warrior would rather be anywhere but here, but the frost only continues its hold, and prey is growing harder...

Though walking on frozen paws, Toadhop surges through the undergrowth on a mission. The tom had wondered if the frost might make things harder on the day's hunting patrol, but determination pushes the tom forward — just as the scent of squirrel does. With the stench of cold air strong, the...

The tremble in his paws is more consistent these days, a bi-product of leaf-bare's chill against the tom's form. Toadhop has never liked the cold — he's never done well with it, never been fond of the icy edge at the earliest memories eased away by gray warmth. But the warrior can't hide away in...

Another oddity is brought to ThunderClan’s paws with the wind’s guidance. Large and out of the ordinary, it’s presence — and the loud thud it made to announce it — frightens poor Toadhop, startling him from what little slumber he had found. “ What — What in StarClan’s name is that? ” It earns a...

In all honesty, he can’t decide if twolegs like leaf-fall or hate it. It seems like all sorts of their strange ways decorate the outskirts of their territory now, like a new discovery is around the corner. Toadhop can’t figure out why they do this — why the orange orbs some of the apprentices...