BUSTING IT UP FOR A COUPLE OF BUCKS [ ☼ ] EXHAUSTION

[BURNSTORM]

Today proves to be a long one. As green-leaf comes closer and closer, the sun stays in the sky for more and more of the day. He uses every second of it hunting. Guilt eats away at the back of his mind. His fault it tells him. He and Roeflame had purposefully waited to bring life into this world but it had not mattered. Not when everyone else had too. It was his fault everyone couldn't get enough, his fault that his kits would know hunger before the season even got hard, his fault his uncle had broken the code. A million reasons swim in his head as he finally heads home, a plump squirrel that had practically stumbled into his paws clutched between his jaws. He had been tired, he had known it when he had gone out, and as a result this was the only thing that he had to show for his efforts. A part of him doesn't even want to return to camp lest everyone lay eyes on his pitiful catch and think him a failure. He could hear it now, the imagined voices pointing and taunting. 'Kittypet blood' he could hear them say with a sneer 'not good for anything but rolling over and showing their bellies'.

He shoves the worry aside though, anyone who dared utter such words to him could step into the sandy hollow with him anytime and he would show them just how much kittypet blood ran through his veins. He squares his shoulders a little bit more and plunges into the tunnel that leads into camp.

It is obvious by the way he moves he is tired. He walks sluggishly over to the fresh-kill pile, stumbling and lurching like he's a kit fresh from the nursery learning to walk again. A clanmate approaches and before they can even open their mouths he is speaking, denying their help "I'm fine." he grunts, turning to head back to the forest. He had to keep hunting...

// anyone is free to be the clanmate approaching him!

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[leafhusk]

some days she blames the wolves. other days it’s the stars above, and on worst days it’s the laziness of her clanmates. no one could’ve predicted their graveyard to increase steadily the past moons. an eye for an eye, almost- life for death. she’d work herself to the bones most days, and handing over her catch to the nursery didn’t feel good for her hungry stomach, but it is her generation’s duty to make sure the young have it easy.

the only way to ensure that happens, however, is to make sure you’re healthy. leafhusk’s co-lead walks like one of his young, and a frown tugs at her maw, parting to ask an innocent question before being interrupted. nonexistent brows furrow, confusion growing into annoyance as the stocky tom disregards her.

"you’re horrible at lying." she chides, bounding over to try and step in front of him. "go lay down. i’ll round up some slackers to hunt for a few hours."

her body a song ⚘ a poem in candlelight

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  LEAFHUSK 」 thunderclan lead warrior・ex-kittypet
  

  a long-haired, fawn sepia molly with pale golden eyes, she keeps her fur neatly groomed and free of any mats or tangles. leafhusk is easy to talk too and befriend, her attitude doesn't change much towards other clans but she is visibly wary around outsiders.

  ◆ physically easy, mentally easy, attack in underline & tag
  ◆ healing & peaceful powerplay allowed・all opinions ic
  ◆ she / her・currently mentoring adderpaw
  ◆ written by maxine ♡ dogfriends. on discord

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Roeflame was not immune to the occasional moment or two of guilt, though it hadn’t been too strong until Raccoonstripe had returned to camp, boasting of a bountiful hunt while his bloodied patrol trickled in behind him. The queen had to remind herself that they had done all the right things, waited until the snow had melted away, how empty the nursery had been when Roeflame had moved in. There was no way to have predicted the amount of kits they were about to take in, to give much thought to the other warriors that shared her mindset.
Back then, she was going mad with loneliness until Moonwhisper and Flamewhisker had joined her. Now? The noise was never-ending.
The sun beats down on cinnamon shoulder blades, drawing a sense of drowsiness with each stretch of her forelimbs. Her and Flamewhiskers strolls around camp were helpful, but not frequent nor strenuous enough to replace the feeling of slipping through the oak forests undergrowth, or the excitement of slipping her claws into a water-logged tree trunk.
I’m fine. Her mates voice draws Roeflame’s attention back from the inside of her head, and she blinks against the sunlight in time to see a good-intentioned Leafhusk blocking her mate from the camp's exit. Shifting to her paws, Roeflame cannot connect the dots until she draws nearer, and the unnatural slouch in Burnstorms stance becomes apparent, the way his weight seems to teeter on normally steady paws.
With a shake of her head the rosetted queen would offer Leafhusk a grateful nod of her head before a sharp look would be extended to her mate. “Is that what you’re going to be saying when you pass out somewhere in the forest?” There is no malice in the tone she takes with the ebony tom, only a light chastise born from natural concern, love. Aiming to press a forepaw against Burnstorms shoulder, Roeflame would soften her gaze slightly, knowingly. “Don’t be a fool, come get a drink of water with me.” The urge is lightly spoken as she throws her head over her shoulder, celadon hues seeking out their kits from where she had seen them last. “The kits haven’t eaten yet this evening.” If Burnstorm was truly so hellbent on putting himself to work, the last task pushed his way should end with him settling down with their family.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing lays on a sunning stone, jaw rested atop crossed forepaws as she naps. An eye peels open when she hears the rustling of the bramble entrance, and in comes Burnstorm with a squirrel hanging from his jaws. A good catch, to her. Squirrels can feel several cats on a good day. But the way her friend walks gives away his exhaustion, and when he brushes off Leafhusk she furrows her brow.

Pushing herself to her paws, the warrior steps off of her napping place and trots slowly towards the small group of cats. She comes to a stop at Leafhusk's side and quirks a brow. "Mousebrain - you won't be able to hunt for anyone like that. Take a nap." She blinks in Roeflame's direction, ears pricking. "Yeah, go eat with your family. That squirrel looks mighty tasty," The tabby offers, nodding towards the catch freshly deposited by the lead warrior. And finally, she looks to Leafhusk, tail flicking expectantly. "I can take Thundergleam and Fallowpaw out for another hunt." The offer is not want she'd wanted to give, tired as she herself is, but stars, she's not falling over herself like Burnstorm! She should be working more hard, like him.​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — The voices of the chattering warriors is enough to draw him out from his den and he notes the way that Burnstorm's posture isn't upright as usual, a part of him fears that the son of his late mate had gotten himself injured. He takes a few more steps forward soon connecting the dots that its from exhaustion of having been out in the forest for who knows how long trying to find and catch prey for those bound to camp. He remembers the sharp words of Raccoonstripe saying they were practically excused from the code breaking due to feeding Dawnglare and him but Gentlestorm denied it, each visit where prey may be offered to him was sent to the nursery. He'd hunt for himself later if he ever remembered considering that his primary focus had been searching and harvesting herbs whenever he stumbled upon them.

"Please rest, we wouldn't want you getting hurt or sick from overworking yourself to the bone." The speckled sepia tom says in a lighter tone and his gaze shifts over to Roeflame grateful that she's here to take her mate so that they would eat together with their kits. Perhaps Gentlestorm would focus part of his herb patrols to bring back some prey as well to help the warriors not to the tired extent that Burnstorm had put himself to but enough to make sure that everyone is fed.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 56 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ demiromantic bisexual ; widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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