camp they put me in a safe place - thunderstorm

[tigerwing]

Darlin' dont quit your daydream
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Cloudy dreary skies overcast above the lands, as far as the tortie kitten could see, straining to see just how far, but it disappeared in the trees. The world was huge, and she wanted to explore it all! But not yet, according to everyone else. She was too small, and it was scary out there, but she knew not the dangers of the world.

Rain began to pour, and giggles erupted from the small child, wiggling her rear, before leaping from puddle to puddle, threatening anyone nearby with getting more drenched. Her paws grew muddy, and her laughters more excited as she dared herself to make the biggest splash she could. And everything seemed great until a bright light cast across the sky, and just a few seconds later, thunder rolled.

The laughter turned to tears, her form darting into the nursery as fast as she could. Her paws tripped her up, tumbling just a bit from the entrance. Crocodile tears would erupt as she hid her head under paws that attempted to cover her ears from the loud noises coming from the sky. "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

And though her heart wawnted her to cry for her mother, she knew she was not here. Why wasn't she here yet? She always knew what to do to help her pretend to be somewhere else. And Tigerkit wanted to be anywhere else but here at the current moment.

Her small shivering form was so close to the nursery, but it seemed so far when the kittens fear coursed through her body, and the only thing she could think to do was to cry until it all stopped.

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[Flamestar]

The cloudy overcast was a nice break from the scorching Greenleaf sun. A nice breeze swept through the camp, scattering her den patching materials in a line beside her. Her ear flicks in irritation, but she holds her tongue. Tigerkit was playing nearby, and she didn't want to make a scene over something so small. She stands up and begins to start regathering her materials, but as she starts padding back to the nursery wall, it starts to rain. Immediately she wants to retreat to the Warrior's den, but she forces herself to stay out here and work on patching this wall. It shouldn't leak, but if they got too much wind it potentially could. She could feel her pelt growing heavier, but the hole was getting smaller...she just had to keep working, and quit thinking about how wet she was getting.

Suddenly, the sky roared angrily. Before she could comprehend what happened, she felt a small body slide underneath her. The lead warrior looked down and saw Tigerkit, tiny paws trying to cover her ears. Make it stop! Make it stop!

Her eyes round with sympathy, "You're safe Tigerkit..." I wouldn't let anything happen to you. she adds in her head. "Come on, lets get you inside. If we get any more wet, we'll turn into Riverclanners."​

 

[Shinebug]

Sky-blue eyes stood in stark contrast to the cold clouds above, surveying the camp as Shinepaw sat, glum attitude more in line with the weather. In recent weeks, the warrior-aspirant wished he could act as Tigerkit was doing now and shut himself off from the world until all of life’s problems passed away with the breeze. Of course the tomcat’s problems were more complex than the weather, but they were childish all the same.

As Tigerkit’s cries sounded throughout camp, anxious paws padded forwards in an attempt to help. Shinepaw didn’t want to see any Thunderclanner suffer unnecessarily, even from something as harmless as sound. A flame-tinted tail would make an appearance and hover above a section of Tigerkit not covered by the lead warrior, helping to keep her dry. The apprentice wanted to offer words of encouragement and levity like Flamewhisker, but social anxiety kept his mouth wired shut. What if he said the wrong thing? The warrior-aspirant would only make things worse.

Instead, Shinepaw tried to put on his best smile for tigerkit, forcing sky-blue eyes to flash with kindness in an attempt to comfort the smaller clanmate.​

 

[freckleflame]

she is bringing material when it happens — sticks and twine jut from her short, squared maw, paws sticky with the remnants of storm - wet moss. flamewhisker still works to patch the nursery wall and, well.. freckleflame would not be the one to tell her the storm was worsening. she surely knew, and if she were honest with the stars, she would not consider the time poorly spent ; she approaches on large, tufted paws, places th’ sticks down at paws licked in flame, before rounding her head up to observe the molly’s work. the rain thickens her fur, streaks it down in rivulets of not - quite - penetrating droplets of rainwater. she shakes her head, scattering water all aside, ” looks great, flamewhisker. maybe we c — “

a scream. a shriek, really — freckleflame yelps without a whisker of grace, waterlogged figure tightening to jump at the sudden, piecing noise. perhaps it would have been funny, if it were not for the image of a kitten, of tigerkit, cowering in a small divot of mud, ” tigerkit! poor thing, didja fall? “ she asks after flamewhisker speaks comfort, creeps closer to round the kitten, aiming to curl a thick, feathered tail loosely around his cowering form to shield from the rain. she suggests moving inside, and freckleflame nods her assent eagerly, looking down at the frightened child with whiskered brows furrowed. it has been the thunder — it was simultaneous, an instant scream of fear and panic. after a beat, she’d aim to curl her tail a bit tighter to grasp his attention from sheer panic.

” hey.. ‘s not that bad. yknow, ol’ buckear always said that thunder — “ the woman looks up, as if she could see it streak across the sky. something lights beneath the clouds. a smile parts mottled lips, ” that loud, rumbly sound, are th’ purrs of starclanners finally breaking through the clouds. ‘s what were named for, after all! “ their ancestors, hidden in beams of light. her pelt feels thick, sodden with riverwater and only getting heavier. thick cheek fur slicks to the low bones, rivulets gathering at the ends of tabby lashes.

she glances upward suddenly, sending water flying once again, towards shinepaw — giving them a playful nudge with her shoulder, lifting her head away from the kitten to stage - whisper, between you ‘n me though.. he was kind of a crazy ol’ coot. “ a low chortle, before ears flick back. the sky rumbles again, low and far.

” we should get ya inside, though.. ‘fore we start smelling like riverclanners too. “

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• FRECKLEFLAME ——————— of thunderclan ⠀ 𓍊𓋼 ⠀ . ׁ
  𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. ELEVEN MOONS. 8 / 3 / 2023 NAMED A WARRIOR. MENTORED BY WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  
  
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, cream patched tortoiseshell she - cat with pale green eyes. fire - forged, smoldering ; shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a well - toned form. in warriorhood she has grown to full, hulking height ; unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. freckleflame is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a hulking, thick - furred thunderclan warrior, forever blaze - kissed. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while beating a lazy, heavy - eyed grin.
  
  
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[✧ Sleekserpent.]

♡​♡ MOM AND DAD THINK I SUCK AT LIFE ♡♡​

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sleekpaw & 07 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan apprentice ​

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Sleekpaw can't help but to agree with tigerkit for different reasons entirely - though they are not so foolish as to shout at the heavens as though that will change the weather. Pale fur is fluffed up to twice it's size where they sit within the mouth of their den, and blue eyes are blown so wide there's hardly any pupil left. Really, they look so disgruntled its almost funny "Hope it stops soon," he bites out, grumbling o himself more than anything, the words bitter. It is bad enough that she's been falling behind, troubled by this sudden pain and discomfort, but for the weather to be against her as well? If it doesn't stop soon, starclan forbid there will be mud left everywhere again, unable to be avoided.

— they hoped i'd be rich by this time ♡

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• — a small and effeminate apprentice with pale pinkish cream fur and baby blue eyes. sleekpaw comes across as quiet and aloof towards most, though he shows a softer side around the nursery queens and his mentor. she seems to care little for anything outside of training, apprentice duties, and her appearance. they seem strangely silent on the topic of borders however, and even shiftier about anything concerning cross clan relationships.
  
  — physically medium && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
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