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THE CLAMOR OF THE CROWD
SO MANY NAMELESS FACES ALL AROUND​
nameless & 02 moons & female & she/her & thunderclan kit ​
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"Stay here - don't move, don't even make a sound,"

That's what mother says, and so that's what she does. She lays in the hollow of the tree she's been placed at, and she waits - and waits. And waits. The child has very little concept of time, only knows that when her joints ache and her paws itch to move, she can't because mother said not to. So she passes the time by watching the bugs crawl by and listening the to the various melodies the birds sing to her. At some point, she thinks she must've drifted off into the land of dreams though, because when eyes open it's suddenly evening.

Despite newleaf being just around the corner, the air in still chilly - tiny figure trembling and teeth beginning to chatter. The suns rays paint the trees and their leaves in shades of purple and gold, and still she stays rooted to her spot - wide eyed and fearful. The noises are growing stranger now - scarier eve, and she can't hold back her fear. She knows she's supposed to stay quiet, but a muffled sob slips past her quivering lips - tears falling down her cheeks.

She's tired and cold and scared and alone in a strange place. She just wants mother to come back - wants to go home.

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// apprentice tag @antlerpaw!
She found the first one so I'll have someone else find this one!

She treads carefully through the melting snow, ears craning to pick up even the softest of sounds. With the wolf traipsing along on the territory, their hunts couldn't be too careful. So her patrol is silent as they spread out to search for any trace of prey. Unfortunately, it's all too possible that the beast invading their forest has scared off much of their prey, which really wouldn't aid their leaf-bare struggles. Thank StarClan newleaf is almost here. She can feel the warmer air on her whiskers when the sun is highest in the sky, and it soaks into the ground, promising warm evenings while her clanmates share tongues.

She pauses suddenly as something akin to a cry reaches her. It had only been yesterday when they'd found an abandoned kit on their land; this sound isn't far from it. Round eyes find her patrol-mates, her gaze screaming, Not another one...?​
 

✧˖*°࿐ The melting snow was slushy and wet and dirty, but the little patches of grass peeking up from where it had gone were the encouragement that they needed. Newleaf would be here soon, and that would at least ease one problem, even if it would not stop the dangers involved with the wolf that had been spotted on ThunderClan territory, nor the deer. Surely with more prey available, the wolf couldn't possibly scare or eat all of it. That was what he hoped, anyway, trying to maintain relatively positive about the situation, despite the increased level of caution that they had to exercise now even beyond the trouble that the deer had caused.

The warming air was cut through with chill breeze, warning that relief had not quite come yet. And the breeze carried something else on its wings today: a sound that resembled the crying of a tiny kit. No -- it was the crying of a tiny kit.

The same thought that his leader had crosses his mind, too, as she turns to the patrol, eyes similarly wide, ears immediately pricked, straining to hear any further cries. There were questions to ask, but first they had to find that kit. Even if it were just a bit warmer than it had been in the depth of leafbare, it was still not weather that a kit should be out in, and considering the wolf --

With the kitten's next cry, he manages to tune in on it more accurately, and his brown and orange pelt becomes a streak of amber against the snow as he heads for it. He should warn the other patrol members, first, but he's worried enough that it's hard to speak -- instead, he beckons simply with his tail, though he knew that he'd be followed anyway, and it's luckily not far. It's a little harder to spot the kit in the darkness, but the remaining snow provides enough illumination to help guide his eyes. Even though he'd known what he was looking for, his heart still sinks in his chest, and his stomach turns over seeing the tiny creature all alone, crying, likely for the mother that was no longer here, regardless of what had happened to her. She must be terrified, and the last thing that he wants to do is frighten her even more on a day that had already been so terrible. So instead of reaching out to her immediately, he speaks first, his gaze and voice equally soft, "We're here to help you, little one."


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  • COPPERFANG ✩ he/him, warrior of thunderclan, 40 moons
    ⭃ a SH chocolate ticked tabby tom. generally compassionate and friendly, though this can be to a fault.
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ⭃ penned by @harmonia ↛ pm for discord.

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Although an adept hunter, Skyclaw prides himself more on his fighting ability. This isn't to say that if the wolf shows up, he could take it - StarClan, he isn't that brutish - but in the least he could warn the other cats and fend it off for a short while. He keeps is mouth open, scenting the air as often as he can to keep track of his Clanmates and any lingering wolfscent nearby. Unfortunately, the silence he had gotten used to is broken by gentle crying, and he's soon watching Copperfang diverge from the rest of them.

Skyclaw glances at his grandmother before following, ears flat to his head. He remains further back from the kitten and warrior, still alert and listening, but watching the interaction all the same. Two lost kittens, it seems. Strange - newleaf is right around the corner. Shouldn't new mothers wish to keep their kittens if the promise of warmer weather is right there? Maybe he'll understand more if he ever becomes a parent. For now, however, he simply lingers and waits for direction.​
 
THE CLAMOR OF THE CROWD
SO MANY NAMELESS FACES ALL AROUND​
nameless & 02 moons & female & she/her & thunderclan kit ​
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Eyes are wide and round as the child is suddenly no longer alone - brown furred figure pushing into view. Fur fluffs up in fear - thats not mother. And yet - the stranger doesn't really do anything. There are no flashing teeth or scary claws, instead comes a gentle voice - 'We're here to help you, little one.' they say, and for a moment she wonders who 'we' is. but... mother had said not to move. mother had said to stay, to wait... but mother hadn't come back. And now it's late and she's cold, and tired, and scared. Head is nodding before she even knows it, sniffling and doing her best to hold back tears as she waddles forwards nervously. One pawstep and then another, she inches closer - green eyes flicking nervously across the three figures that have now come into view. " 'M cold, " she mumbles, but really she thinks her shaking might be fear.

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One kit, two kit, white kit, brown kit. Antlerpaw's ears twitched as she stuck close to Howlingstar, trying to keep her pawsteps light and ghostly. She needed to learn, and pick up everything she can- if she was useless confident wise, the least she could do was try to become strong. Howlingstar wouldn't be her mentor forever, from what the leader had already taught her. A soft breath left her as she moved, following the older mollie when Copperfang's words were overheard.

When her head turned, and she saw the little kit... Antlerpaw made another softly terrified noise- not unakin to how she reacted from the one they found yesterday. "It's another one..." Antlerpaw whispered, slowly padding over to Copperfang, and slowing even moreso when she noticed the tiny kit on the edge of tears. Ears lowered against her head, lip bitten. "I'm sorry." Antlerpaw whispered to the kit- why was she sorry? The cold? The clear abandonment? Antlerpaw's ears flattened against her head, vision shifting back towards Howlingstar.
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  • ANTLERPAW — SHE/HER ･ 5 MOONS ･ APP. & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY DALLAS
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    a small, lh cinnamon lynx sepia still small, with a brown patterned pelt and bright orange-gold eyes. looks naive.
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Howlingstar follows at Copperfang's heels, for he seems to find what they'd been hearing before anyone else. "What is it?" She asks, coming up to stand at his side, before she gazes down at the little she-kit. Her jaws part in utter shock for a moment. "Stars, another one?" She murmurs to her clanmates, shaking her head in disbelief. Sparrowkit had already been abandoned here, and now there's a second. Did they have the same mother? Is she just going to drop off her kits one by one for them to take in? Even if she is, we'll do it, The tabby resolves as she stares down at the kit. They'd love any kit more than their pathetic mother could, anyhow. Who abandons her own children? "We will take her back to camp, too. To the queens," She tells her companions softly, glancing between the lot of them. "Would you like to follow us back to our camp? We have nests that are very warm," She tells her, her eyes gentle yet sorrowful.​
 

its cold out today. it’s the season of change, and the forest does so rapidly — phantom tendrils of leafbare losing its vice grip on barren trees, sullen grey - brown bark soaking in the blazing sun until it’s color deepens once again. on days like today, the sun isn’t quite enough to penetrate the fresh frost of dawn, all corners peppered light with slick ice that encapsulates them in a chill once again. no kit should be out in this. sparrowkit’s tiny body haunts her mind ; as small as her best friends kits would be, frail and freezing without a mother to care for it. like howlingstar, she wonders if this one bore the same mother. they looked to be about the same age, all mewling and tufted with kit fluff. with a sigh, she nods to her leader, stepping behind the kit so she could see her and wrapping her plumeish tail around her shivering body, ” can y’ walk a little while, bird? i bet those paws are freezin’, but the queen’s’ll fix you right up. “ she asks in a voice low and gentle, hoping the heat from her fur would be enough to defrost her paws and make the trek a bit easier for a kitten.

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  • FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. EIGHTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING NO ONE! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
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    she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
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    prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
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THE CLAMOR OF THE CROWD
SO MANY NAMELESS FACES ALL AROUND​
nameless & 02 moons & female & she/her & thunderclan kit ​
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Much of what these cats goes stright over th childs head, and instead the girl focuses her attention on the sheer number of them that appear - one after another, as though multiplying before her very eyes. One in particular says something strange, apologies on the tip of their tongue - but why is she apologizing? Had she done something wrong? But... why would she say sorry to her, when she's never seen her before?

Howlingstar is no different, spitting out words like camp and queens - unfamiliar things that aren't very interesting. But what really catches her attention is the promise of warmth. Of comfort, of getting away from the nose biting cold and the chill in her bones. And... surely, wherever this warm place is will be free of the spooky monsters she fears lie in the creeping shadows, right? Freckleflames tail wrapping around trembling figure is really all the convincing she needs - head bobbing frantically in agreement. " M'kay - le's go, " she slurs, taking a few more wobbly steps before pausing.

She does actually know where they're going after all.

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