IT'S TIME TO BE AWESOME (three kids at the border)

[STORMYWING]

Find your uncle. Find Flycatcher. Go become warriors.

The words of their mother stick out in the young she-cat's brain as she marches through strange lands, a look of determination on her youthful face. Of course, there's a part of her that was scared to leave behind her home, but her mother was so insistent that their lives would be so much better out in the wild. Maybe she's too young to understand fully what Moth had meant, but the choice has been made. She, Cloudy, and Downpour are well on their way to the oak forest, the shingles and gardens of the Twolegplace disappearing on the horizon as they travel.

Just as their mother had instructed, the trio skirts around the pine forest - they don't want issues with other cats, after all, even if Stormy is positive she can take them on. She keeps herself entertained by chatting with her littermates, perhaps all to shove down the budding nervousness she feels inside. What if they can't find Flycatcher? What if this ThunderClan doesn't accept them? Well, we'll just make 'em accept us! The juvenile girl decides, face hardening as resolve takes over.

Finally, after a day of traveling and as the sun begins to dip towards the Twolegplace, they arrive. Exhausted and starving, but they arrive. Nonchalantly, Stormy steps over the border, her jaws parting as she scents the air. "This has to be it!" She determines, throwing a look back towards her companions, as if urging them to agree with her.

// @Cloudypaw @Kitty-Kat- @Flycatcher @emberstar Feel free to post before the others!​

 

[Cloudyfur]

At her sister's declaration, Cloudy glanced around uncertainly. The trees looked the same as they had a moment ago, smelled the same two. There was the scent of wild cats, sure, but that was all over the forest. If her legs hadn't been so sore, she might not have been convinced that she had moved at all.

"A-are you sure? How can you tell?" The fluffy molly asked with a nervous blink. Her paws shuffled beneath her. All she wanted was to be able to sit down already, all this walking was too much for her. More than anything, she hoped that Stormy was right. Perhaps there was something that she had just missed. She tried to examine the trees harder.

Then again, did she really want them to be there? What little her mother had told her about their uncle's life in the clans sounded kinda scary. She would like a new start, was eager for one, even, but could this frightening place really be that for her?​

 

[Flycatcher]

The unfamiliar smell draws Flycatcher away from his small patrol and to the border. It's not the usual scent of some of the loners and recent joiners but something different and certainly not very woody.

He is surprised when he comes across three young cats wandering around. If he had to make a guess, Flycatcher would say they weren't much older than some of their apprentices. Whilst it's not unusual to see loners and rogues - and even the occasional kittypet - on their borders, it is unusual to find three of them together, and seemingly walking around with a purpose. "Hello," Flycatcher calls out to them in greeting, padding forward as he spoke to keep them from further walking into ThunderClan territory. "Can I help you?"​

 

[Downpour.]

THE ONLY PEICE OF YOU I CAN TOUCH​

downpour | 05 months | trans demi-girl | they/them + feminine terms | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold skyblue​

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They trail along behind their siblings - huffing and puffing, the molly feels out of shape. They have fallen behind twice now - only to grumble and storm onwards anyways. Pale yellow gaze surveys their surroundings as Stormy proudly announces they're arrival at.... wherever this is. They've already forgotten where they were going - they only know why. They're to live with their uncle now - live in the wilds, become big and strong and fierce clan cats. The idea has downpour digging their claws into the earth in excitement - the thought of a real fight sends adrenaline rushing through their veins.

Before they can muse much more, a warrior emerges from the undergrowth. Grizzled pelt still faintly flecked rises on edge, cautious and wary. The older cat looks very intimidating despite his smaller size, and they wonder briefly what they've gotten themselves into. On the shorter side and still round with kitten-fat, Downpour knows instantly that for all their talk they'd be no match for the fierce cat before them. It's a good thing then that the words spoken don't seem too hostile, just inquisitive. "We're gonna' become warriors," they say cheerfully, gaze still wary but their posture relaxing. "Oh and ah- we're looking for a cat named flycatcher, if you know them sir," they tack on politely - glancing at their siblings for reassurance that they'd remembered everything correctly, a flash of anxiety coiling in their belly like a snake about to strike.

 

[Flycatcher]

At his question, one of them proudly announces that they are here to become warriors. Well that unexpected and interesting to say the least. Flycatcher has the three of them pegged for kittypets and he can't recall hearing or knowing many kittypets who willingly sought out the clans to join. It is the additional comment that Downpour says that catches him off guard and causes his head to spin. "Oh and ah- we're looking for a cat named flycatcher, if you know them sir."

His green eyes look over the three of them in turn, noting their similar appearances and how they keep looking at each other. Siblings perhaps? But then why would they be looking for him by name? "You need not look far, young ones," He told them after the initial shock began to subside. "I am Flycatcher." There is a small pause before he asks, "But who are you and why are you looking for me in particular? Unless I am mistaken I do not believe we have met before."​

 

[STORMYWING]

Stormy waves her sister's nervous concerns off with a flick of her tail, her chest puffing out proudly. "Of course I'm sure! You just have to trust me!" She assures with confidence. Standing tall - or as tall as the small she-cat can - she surveys their surroundings with a critical eye. This is ThunderClan's territory, huh? Seems like an awfully normal forest to her. She had been expecting something awesome, like cliffs and waterfalls and mountains and geysers and all the other cool stuff her mother told her about. But all she sees are trees and bushes.

From one of those bushes emerges a cat, and the kit immediately finds herself straightening. Not to impress, no - to intimidate. Fur prickling, she looks him over with a narrowed gaze as her sibling mentions why they're here. Her look of hostility melts into one of surprise when he confirms that he is Flycatcher. Suddenly, she lights up, bounding forward to stand only a mouse-length in front of him and shoving her muzzle into his face. "You're our uncle!" She chirps, tail waving ecstatically. "Our mother sent us here to find you and become warriors!" ​

 

[emberstar]

"AND THOUGH THE EMBERS ARE NEW, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE"​

The sound of voices drew Emberstar closer, her ears perking up. There was no tension to the conversation, that much was a relief. She would hate to have to break up another fight. As she approached, she listened idly. Until a specific detail caught her ear. Her eyes widened.

The leader of Thunderclan burst unceremoniously from the underbrush. "Flycatcher, you're an uncle!?"

She almost tripped over her own paws in her excitement to get to his side. Though the past moons had worn her down, in this moment she was her old self again. Each of the three kits got a wide smile from the overeager molly. "They're so cute!" she declared definitively, ""Of course you can become lil warriors!" Her tone was perhaps a touch patronizing, if well meaning. They were just so adorable and determined.​

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[Flycatcher]

You're our uncle!

Uncle. He's an uncle. He already knew based on what his sister told him when they met recently that he had some nieces and nephews but he had never expected to meet them. Especially now and like this. Despite his shock and the enthusiastic chatter of one of his nieces who had confirmed their identity, Flycatcher is immediately drawn towards them. Like all his family and friends he feels immediately warm and affectionate towards them despite having only just met them.

He is about to tell them he will have to ask permission before he can bring them back to camp - even though they are family he still knows to follow the rules - but Emberstar herself appears cheerfully commenting on his newfound status as an uncle before quickly accepting him. "Oh, are you sure?" Flycatcher asks, looking to his leader for confirmation. She seemed fine with it though so who was he to complain! "Well, then welcome to ThunderClan!"​

 

[Downpour.]

THE ONLY PEICE OF YOU I CAN TOUCH​

downpour | 05 months | trans demi-girl | they/them + feminine terms | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold skyblue​

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Downpour rolls their eyes at their sister - they love her dearly, but she can be so impolite sometimes. Not that they are all that much better - they're pushy and over-the-top in their own way. A bright grin at emberstars words, the girl straightens up in pride - they're going to be the best warrior, they just know it. Pale gaze flits back and forth as their accepted into the clan, only to realize that other than flycatcher nobodies actually introduced themselves yet. "I'm downpour by the way!" they say, voice strong.