camp TALKING TO THE SUNSET ☀ snakerocks

[ROEFLAME .]

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With Flamewhisker and her litter all moved out, the nursery felt emptier, relieving almost. The lead warriors' envy tainted any enjoyment in the extra space, and she had come to enjoy the friendship she and the other former queen had built together during their time in the nursery, who was she to sun-bathe with now?
As the rosetted molly scanned the camp clearing for a good place to soak up some sunshine while her children played near the nursery, a particularly loud group of apprentices was what caught her attention instead. The word adder leaves one’s maw, and celadon hues squint with probing curiosity, it doesn’t take too long after to realize the group of young cats is talking about Snakerocks. The pile of sun-bleached stones still causes an uneasy twist in the queen's belly, not for the scaled critters that inhabited them, but for the slobbering beasts that had made it their home seasons ago. Still, it was an ideal place to find snakeskins littering about, a gift she’s sure Hopekit and Beetlekit would particularly enjoy. Turning away from the adolescents, Roeflame would instead settle near another warrior, curiosity still simmering in a rounded sage gaze. “Has Snakerocks been checked, recently? I’m sure it’s just about swarmed with adders by now.” One more moon and she’d be able to take a look for herself. The thought makes the queens paws itch.

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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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[TOADHOP]

✧ . An increasingly rare moment to rest in the sun brings forth the company of his older sister. Roeflame’s presence is something Toadhop will always be glad for, but his delight falters at her question, a smile wavering as concern twists as his stomach much like the creatures she asks of.

“ I… Haven’t been in a while, “ the brown tabby admits, ears twitching at the apprentice group nearby telling tales of the adders Roeflame questions. If he had a choice, he’d steer clear of the Snakerocks for the rest of time, but Toadhop knows well that his paws will inevitably step foot there again. His sister is right in her thinking though — adders are bound to have made their invasion of the rock pile well known at this point. “ But, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it the next time I go. “ It’ll be soon enough, he fears.

Cerulean gaze shifts to another face lounging nearby. “ Do… Do you know? “ he finds himself asking, “ Do you know how Snakerocks is looking right now? “ ​

✦ ABOUT

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  TOADHOP ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of ThunderClan.
  ✧ . A brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes.
  ✧ . Cinderfrost x Grime
  ✧ . Mentored by Stonepool
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[BURNSTORM]

With Flamewhisker out of the nursery finally, ThunderClan once again had a set deputy, one that hopefully wouldn't rub their authority in everyone's faces, or look so smug while ordering everybody about. Sometime's he wanted to swipe that look right off his uncles too proud face, but he holds his claws. He has always been good at holding his claws. His own kits were not far behind the flame-pelted mollies in age. Soon, they would be joining their former denmates in the apprentices den, and the reminder of the promise that one of them was to be his to train sings through him. He has trained apprentices before, but never from kithood. When he got his paws on them, they were already most of the way done, their training started by someone else as his once had. He didn't mind, of course. Mentoring was an honor that has been bestowed upon him twice now, but it would be nice, admittedly, to mentor his own flesh and blood, train from the ground up and mold his children into the warriors he is certain they are destined to be. They had a proud lineage, after all.

When he approaches his mate, coming back to camp to find a shady spot to lay in after a long patrol, he notes that she is with her brother, Toadhop, to which he gives a respectful nod of his head in greeting. Snakerocks they're talking about. In his opinion, it would be fine if they never touched that part of the territory again, as crawling with adders as it usually was. That place was a death pit, if you asked him. But indeed, he had been recently so he nods slowly, features pulled into a neutral expression. "Just came from there actually" he says gruffly, his mind drifting to those sun-baked rocks and the slithering bodies that lay in wait. "You're better off staying away until leaf-fall" is all he supplies in answer, a huff accompanying his words. He has known a few cats who had met their fates too soon by straying too close during the warmer moons.

( ☼ ) 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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