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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ "Again?" Wide blue eyes stared into dry mossy greens. Another day tasked with cleaning out the old bedding in the warriors den, as his pleading for something different went unanswered. No matter, he would make himself known as the best apprentice capable of cleaning out the den of their strongest. He might be already, with Freckleflame having him return so often!

"I think I've got everyone's nests by memory now." Bravepaw muttered to himself as he tore away all the icky bits of bedding, twigs that had broken off the trees overheard, and pulled back any vines that began to reach too far. It had taken the time of an entire patrol's departure and return before the tom could say he was finished, pleased with the work he had put into his Clanmates den.

With a final push in disposing the den debris, Bravepaw's stomach churned and bubbled loudly in protest in front of the returning warriors, sending his ears flat in embarrassment. "Uh, ha, chores sure do work an appetite! Umm... Does everyone like their nests? I can fetch some prey!" Anything to get out of there now!

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ooc Information

• ooc: — mentor tag @freckleflame
  a camp landmark for the warriors den! pls wait until @HOWLINGSTAR has replied ^^
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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 9 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar is just outside of the warrior's den, chatting with Freckleflame as the she-cat's apprentice was inside completing his chores. From the sounds of it, it appears his training is coming along nicely, something that the leader always loves to hear. Especially when it comes to Batwing's son. From inside, she can hear him finish up and she looks up as he begins to scoot out of the den. Her ears twitch as she lifts her chin to mew, "Bravepaw, could you bring us something from the fresh-kill pile? And join us for a meal?" With a smile on her face, she awaits his response. She'd been wanting to catch up with the young tom for some time now. Soon enough, she will be giving him his warrior name, and she wants to make sure it is as fitting as it could be. Bravepaw is special to her, after all.​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

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There was no such thing as too many hard-working apprentices, stars knew she could have learned a thing or two from them when Roeflame was in the throes of apprenticehood. Bravepaw was a good cat, earnest and dedicated just as Batwing had been, and it's with a soft smile that she watches the young tom zip in and out of the warriors den, having only just taken a seat beside her best friend and her leader. The brassy queen isn’t surprised when Howlingstar calls the apprentice over to join them when he finishes up, the striped leader’s care for Batwing and Leopardtongues children was no secret, and Roeflame couldn’t disagree with the older apprentices hard work being deserving of a break. Should the apprentice accept, the lead warrior would shift to allow more room for Bravepaw to settle, stifling a snort of amusement to his reaction towards the returning warriors. “So what do you think of the warriors den, Bravepaw?” The queen would casually hum after giving the apprentice a moment to return with a meal. He was nearly full-grown now, which meant the tom would be up for his warrior assessment soon. Stars knew how much Roeflame herself missed her place under the shrubbery.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── 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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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Blue eyes grow wide, Howlingstar herself has asked to share a meal with her! He would share it! "Yes ma'am!" And he scrambled away to fulfill her request, coming back when he found a satisfying squirrel to offer.

The warriors den was not normally a place he liked to linger in for long if it wasn't relating to his apprenticeship duties. He knew some of the warriors did not favor the younglings in their den for long, and he remained respectful of their sleeping place as he would expect the same when his time arrived. (Though he wouldn't mind sharing prey with his younger brothers, either).

Bravepaw beamed at Roeflame after he shuffled in his place. "It's so much bigger than the apprentices den! And sooo less sticky when it's hot. Has it always looked like this, before my littermates and I were born?" His own den was beginning to grow stuffy, his choice to remain pressed against so many of his denmates had come back to bite him as quick as greenleafs arrival!

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ooc Information

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 9 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 It feels like just yesterday that Falconheart had moved into the warriors’ den. After warrior ceremony had been delayed, it had seemed to take an eternity for the cream tabby to truly settle into the den. He’d made himself a nest and found a spot beside his parents, and for a moment he had been happy. It’s unfortunate, still, how short-lived that happiness had been. The warriors’ den strikes him as a place of comfort, yet some of his worst memories had been relived while he’d slept in his parents’ gradually withering nest. Of course, his mother will be taking back her place in the den soon after his siblings are apprenticed—Falconheart looks forward to having her back, even if it means he’ll have to give up his comfortable spot within the den so she can have her nest back.

The tom is relaxing for a moment, attempting to get a peaceful rest, when he hears Howlingstar call out for an apprentice to bring them some prey and eat with them. He pulls himself from his nest, moving to stand beside the leader as Bravepaw returns with a gift of prey for them. "I bet you can’t wait to move out of that crowded den" he comments idly, fluffy tail flickering to and fro. He remembers how it had felt, being warrior aged yet still confined to the apprentices’ den. Bravepaw hasn’t had his warrior ceremony delayed, but he’s old enough now that the feeling of having outgrown the den must be hitting him as well. "It’s looked like this since I was little, I think," he adds, tipping his head as he considers the question. He truly can’t remember the warriors’ den ever looking any different. But maybe Roeflame or Hiwlingstar would know better than him, since they’re both a good number of moons older.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 take the world by storm

• ooc: retro to falcon’s injuries ofc
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  FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamewhisker and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, scorchedkit, bugkit, sunkit, squirrelkit, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Thundergleam drifted ghostlike in the in-between... in status, she had the same rights as an apprentice, despite earning her warrior name by Father's judgement moons and moons ago, now. Yet she still slept in the warrior's den- when eventually she received Howlingstar's approval, she would not be moving her nest. Perhaps an outsider like herself was not trusted among ThunderClan's youth, lest she become a wolf among lambs, turning on an dime. Whatever the reason was for it, though... she was comfortable in these grand walls, now cleaned up by Bravepaw's diligent paws.

Eyes lit rosy with joy upon seeing Howlingstar beckon Bravepaw closer, Falconheart and Roeflame flocking near. Her eyes glowed with interest upon hearing exactly how long the warrior's den had stood. Oh, that must have been why she loved it there so much... a place of belonging, and a place brimming with ghosts. Spangled spirits circled that den lovingly every night, gazing over the warriors they had, no doubt reluctantly, left behind. "It is a beautiful place... and the walls sing with the voices of the past. Kind ghosts haunt it," she purred, tail flicking exuberantly. "I feel in my heart it has been here for all of ThunderClan's moons."

Father had mentioned it, certainly... ​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[DOESPRING]

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"Thank you, Bravepaw," comes the dull voice from somewhere within the warriors' den, pink nose pulled back from fresh moss. For all her faults, nobody can say Doespring has no manners, especially when it comes to the apprentices' chores. What a bore they must be. She's thankful she seldom needs to be the one on clean-up duty, excluding special circumstances when all warriors are required to step up. And for all of Bravepaw's work, she couldn't help but double check her nest's state; certain he's done a good enough job, but unable not to step in herself. At least her large frame hides her from his view.

The warriors' den is as much of a home as the entire territory is. Doespring does not forget the cold, wet nights spent out in the wilderness, nor the dangers of being so vulnerable in her sleep — the Clans are tight enough not to tumble apart at the first inconvenience, but she cannot separate herself too much from the loner she's been. One never knows when they're sent back to the past.

Doespring shoulders past Howlingstar and Roeflame by the entrance, lingering by the quickly gathering crowd of warriors. Bravepaw's work is rewarded by great honor; Howlingstar herself inviting him to a share of a meal. How different must it be, to be born into Clan life and be so interwoven with its culture that it's the only thing you know?
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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar emits a low purr as she watches Bravepaw scamper off to retrieve fresh-kill. He is quick to return, a plump squirrel in tow. A tongue is swiped over hazel lips as she adjusts herself to eat, murmuring her gratitude to the apprentice. As she leans forward to take a bite, her ears flick to listen to his question. A nod cast towards Falconheart, she adds on, “It was nothing more than a bush when we settled here. It took many paws to dig out the tunnel and form those walls.” Thundergleam is right, thought Howlingstar doesn’t take her words so literally. It is filled with memories of great warriors they’ve lost, every name is one she remembers with fondness.

She blinks back towards Bravepaw with a smile. “Soon, you’ll be bringing your own nest here. Are you excited?” She leans forward to take another bite before pushing the squirrel to Roeflame, eyes still trained on Batwing’s son. ​

 

[Dovepaw]

The gathering of cats in the camp usually meant a kitten or two would soon wander over, curious eyes watching with ears pricked as they tried to figure out the topic of conversation. Where once many questions would be asked of the others there, Dovekit instead had carefully moved over towards the group as quietly as possible - they'd been working on being quiet - and had found themself laying down next to Roeflame, paws carefully tucking beneath chest as tail carefully curled around themself. Dovekit didn't know time very well but they were sure they'd be an apprentice soon, and they wanted to learn everything they could before that happened. Maybe if they got a head start on stuff as a kit, listening to stories and learning some history that wasn't usually shared as often, they'd be able to become the best warrior quicker than all the rest.

They watched as Bravepaw moved moss around, as Howlingstar asked for him to grab prey and join them for a meal, question was asked and soon answered and a soft thoughtful frown couldn't help but make it's way onto Bravekit's maw. "Were the other dens like that too?" For all their practice of not interrupting and including themself in conversations they were still just a kit.

PEACE LIKE A RIVER 𓇢𓆸 ALWAYS GOING, NEVER GETTING

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• DOVEKIT - GEN 4; ROEFLAME X BURNSTORM
  -- afab ;; they/them ;; thunderclan kitten
  -- sibling to littlekit && beetlekit
  -- lh chocolate silver lynx point
  -- stubborn && questions everything
  -- speaks in bolded #96b6a6

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