camp SKY IS CRYING ↟ PEACE, FOR NOW

[DOESPRING]

It is surreal to see ThunderClan in its current state. The blood of both friend and foe had tainted the ground, seeped into the cracks and made an unlikely home there, right where it did not belong. Doespring had almost gotten used to it... a key part of survival is being able to adapt, after all. Taking day after day would have been more of a hurtle if she had allowed her heart to falter against the face of such adversity.

Now, the Clan can be proud of their dedication to tidying up. Anything lingering from the injustice that had taken place has been scrubbed clean — aside from wounds and aches that only time would soothe.

Doespring is not assigned to camp guarding tonight, but she remains vigilant anyway. Her seated from is found right beside the warriors' den, eyes alight with attention and ears angling to and fro; ever-careful of the world that happens outside their protective barrier. Hope is not something she often allows herself to feel — it has a nasty tendency of catching you off-guard in the worst of times —, but something akin to that blossoms within her chest. Flamewhisker is the rightful successor to Howlingstar's throne, and come dawn, ThunderClan would have a star-blessed leader again.

What all those lives are worth is up to debate... but at the very least, Doespring can find solace in order being restored again.

"It's nice," she murmurs to anyone who might be willing to listen, "the quiet."

Takes place while Flamewhisker & Gentlestorm are gone!

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[badgerstripe]

It's hard to believe that it's all going back to normal. Badgerstripe feared the future of her kits, what they might be subject to if Skyclaw reigned for moons to come. Now, knowing they will grow noble and strong, under Flamewhisker's leadership.. well, it does fill her with a little hope, doesn't it?

She pitched in a little towards camp efforts today, like cleaning and repairing damages.. but this growing belly of hers is sure becoming an obstacle these days. So, putting an end to her fatiguing work, the new queen spent the rest of her morning seeing to her friends, and visiting Tigerpaw.

Now.. she finds herself resting in the shade near the warrior's den. Badgerstripe's ears swivel hear and there with the leaf-fall breeze that ruffles her fur. It's easy enough to pacify her grief on a day like this - quiet, calm, and beautiful. Next to her, a voice rings out gently, and the tortoiseshell manages a small smile in return. " Yes.. it is, " she agrees in a hushed voice, as if speaking too loud may disturb the peace. With her eyes half-closed, she lays her chin on her paws, letting her gaze travel lazily across camp while she rebuilds her strength to return to work once more.

BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )​

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ With Bigfang having left a home Braveheart has only ever known, he has grown weary at the possibility that more may follow behind him. Would any of Sunfreckle's kin fall next, knowing it was a ThunderClanner that killed Mousenose? Something cold clutched his heart thinking of Sunshinespot announcing his departure, or Freckleflame disappearing in the darkness without a word.

"I miss the noise, just a little." The quiet had held uncomfortable tension to him, lurking with unknown intent. He couldn't even rely on the spur of kitten energy to fill the air, as even some of the youth had become too exhausted from the tidal wave of Skyclaw's anger.

"But now it just feels like we're waiting... I don't know for what." For Flamewhisker to return? For more Clanmates to leave? For it all to be forgotten?

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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.

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[leafhusk]

she grew accustomed to the nightly sounds of the loner lands against her will. crickets chirping all around her, branches creaking against the wind, nocturnal creatures rustling the bushes. it made her skin crawl, her paws twitch in anticipation of a fight. for the first time in a half-moon, she relaxes.

"i missed it," she says, trying to get comfortable with cobwebs sticking to her body. leafhusk shuffles around awkwardly, until settling into a sitting position. it’d be stupid to rip away the bandages while gentlestorm’s gone.

she looks at the clanmates before her, three cats she hasn’t seen in awhile. doespring appears the same, although in the dark she can count three new mats tangled in her fur. badgerstripe is increasingly heavy with kits which is quite the choice when leaf-fall is upon them, but she won’t judge a queen’s decision. braveheart visibly falters under the weight of it all, she frowns at his anxious statements.

"the next steps will be difficult, however thunderclan will do fine." she struggled to think of comforting words to give braveheart, because admittedly, she’s nervous about waiting too.

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