camp i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene ♕ [medicine den]

[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ His paws were itching for something to do that wasn't flexing claws at a Clanmate or having curls of fur caught between the teeth of another. He's seen most of his peers have lost their appetite and he cannot blame them, unable to settle down himself and think about eating in a time like this. But it has left the tom lost on what useful course of action he could take. The moments exchanged with one of Skyclaw's lackeys still replaying in flickering moments.

Braveheart had used his words as much as he could in place of ivory teeth. The optimism in him had wanted to believe he could have turned his opponent to Flamewhisker's cause. But Skyclaw had felled too quickly, his words held nothing and the deputy promptly exiled those that were left. The guilt still felt heavy- how was he meant to carry it this time?

He found himself much like his little sister, lingering close to Gentlestorm's den as he watched cats crowd and wait for treatment. The number was hefty, more than what he had to deal with when he and his denmates sought after that owl. His gaze swept over the injured; Palefire, Wildheart, Leafhusk... wearing proof of their loyalty to ThunderClan on their pelts.

"Would anyone like to pray with me?" In moments like now, where uncertainty flooded the toms mind, he always found more clarity when seeking the stars for comfort.

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

 

[THUNDERGLEAM]

Hearing his voice, the small awkwardness that had spanned between Braveheart and herself was long forgotten. In the haze of all that had happened, it was impossble to dwell on discomfort- especially when the topic of prayer was brought up. Pink eyes gleamed with approval. Like running water she weaved closer, a genuine smile nicked upon porcelain features "If you will have my company," she hummed softly, head dipping with gratitude.

As rosy eyes fluttered closed, Thundergleam waded into the depths of her mind. In repose, she saw the glimmering figures that she knew as StarClan... she felt them close, heads bowed and ears angled. "I ask that we are blessed with a plentiful leaf-fall..." Some had the stigma that wishes were not meant to be said allowed, but that was not what Thundergleam had always been told. But one prayer, she would keep to herself ... show me a cat beyond fixing. Bring someone to me that I may truly, truly save... so that I know I live up to my role as saviour. ​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[Fadingpaw]

[ ༻ ☼ ༺ ] The silence that had fell them after the uprising felt like a song to her ears, a song of hope and a song of healing yet, she felt motionless and daze still from all that had happened. She felt like she wasn't in her own body and yet hearing Braveheart offer to pray with him and Thundergleam soon deciding to join him made Fadingpaw follow after before attempting to move and sit next to the albino molly before dipping her head towards Braveheart hoping he too would be fine with her joining in.

Yet Fadingpaw would remain in silence, keeping her prayer to herself while she listened to Thundergleam's words before they trailed off and Fadingpaw closed her eyes. "I pray that Flamewhisker leads us to a better future and... that we can all heal from these events" she spoke softly, keeping her other half in thoughts, how she hoped to never end up betraying Thunderclan just as her mentor had. She once more opened her eyes to just stare at her own paws, listening in on the other prayers of her clanmates who also joined in.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So many angles , so many lines ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Fadingpaw ☼ She/Her, Apprentice of Thunderclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ Stocky short flame point tabby she-cat with blue eyes and stubby tail, one floppy ear
  ⭃ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[WILDHEART]

Wildheart only longed to slumber as he began the journey towards recovery. His face throbbed painfully from the deep cuts that ran down it and from the ragged remains of his left ear. Another disaster in the clan's history, another part of his body given willingly in service. Slowly he blinked his good eye as he let his attention drift towards Braveheart as mentions of prayers were raised. Others shared their peace, though Wildheart seemed unwilling to share anything with them. At first anyway. Sighing softly, he then lifted his head in order to speak. "I pray that we can remain unified. No more fractures or division, no more killing of kin."
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[DEERPAW.]

After the uprising, the tenison was thick enough to cut with a jagged knife. His dark paws were... itching to do something else than destroy the soil that lays beneath him. He could still hear the cacophony of pain and desperation throughout camp when fellow Thunderclanners turned on each other. Shredding into each other's bodied are hungry hounds. It made him feel nauseous.

Finding himself at the medicine den, standing and waiting. Lingering for his turn like many others were, only to get his ear checked out. Blood has already dried around the wound, but... just to be safe. He then hears voices... Multiple Prayers. Deerpaw lets his head turn to the side, his tired glassy gaze focus on the small group. Braveheart had spoken of praying with him. Hearing the strange one's voice, the porcelain molly's voice joining in. Blinking when one if his brighter friends follow soon after over towards Thundergleam and Braveheart. He inches towards the growing group with a twitch of his tail, pawsteps light.

The long - limbed tortoiseshell stops next to Fadingpaw, head tilted down with a slow blink. Ear twitches when Wildheart mentions his own prayer. He didn't really want to share his prayers... or thoughts. Uncertain with what to say, he opens his maw, speaking with a timorous voice. "I p-pray... that F-flamewhisker leads us... t-towards a better future. O-one of peace..." He shuffled his paws, looking down speaking once more with a curl of his lip. "A-and... No more k-kin killing."

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[tigerwing]

She's always been someone to look up to the stars- to believe that they are something more than what they are. Starclan. Such, a beautiful name- and the stars, though it meant a time to rest, lately, she couldn't find it easy to. Instead- she found herself restless and uneasy, as if something more were to happen.

The bodies of her clanmates around her began murmuring, quiet prayers they called it- started by braveheart. And she listened to them, to understand something she had never done before. Her chim dipped down, her green gaze facing white paws, as a silent tear dripped down her scarred face from the monster. "I pray for rest for all of us.. for peace. I pray too for longevity and- and nights without worry of getting ambushed, just for at least a little bit. I-i pray that we lose no more kin as well, no more friends that we must bury. I pray for our clans children to be shared their innocence being ripped from- at least for a while. A break from the troubles, really. Surely ... After all we've been through, we deserve that at least?" She asked, her bottom lip quivering before wiping her face with her unsprained wrist, before her gaze turned back out to the mouth of the medicine den. "And that gentlestorm can catch a break as well- his life barely spared, and he just like the rest of us- is undeserving."

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ He would not expect Thundergleam to seek out or accept his company, not with what he had left their friendship with after a failed confession. Seeing her rosy gaze set on him drew a cold feeling from his gut, anxiety toiling at his sides.

Braveheart doesn't feel he deserved her kindness, but he would never deny her a seat beside him. "O-of course!" He stammered with flushed cheeks, quickly turning his head to his paws to join her gentle prayer. "Yes... a blessing from StarClan in these times would be well appreciated."

More gather around them, mostly seeking sovereign from Flamestars new era and Bravehart is harshly reminded that Howlingstar is truly dead. She is really gone, after all those moons. Braveheart has not known a life without her at the helm of ThunderClan's might, and he tried not to feel so guilty about his wavering confidence for an unknown future.

"I think we do, Tigerpaw." The chocolate tabby took a long inhale. "StarClan will not cast their shadow over ThunderClan for long."

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.