what about us ~ walking

Being back in the clan felt strange. While on the journey, they had lived more like loners. They had hunted and ate whatever they caught, they had made a temporary nest and camp each night...walking from sunrise to sunset. Since they returned home, her stress level hadn't gone down much at all. She was still adjusting to the feeling of the cramped den...not being able to see the stars as laid there. The warrior's den felt all too much like the tunnels...the first couple nights, she hadn't been able to sleep in there. She had slept just outside the den, feeling more comfortable with the wind ruffling her pelt. Never before had she felt so antsy...when she had been in the nursery, she had felt trapped, but this was different...it felt like she was breaking the moon and a half routine she was used to. She felt like she should be walking all day. It wasn't a surprise that Flycatcher hadn't put her on any patrols because he and Howlingstar wanted them to rest, but she couldn't...and she was sure if she poked her head into the medicine den one more time today, Berryheart would have her tail.

The red tabby slipped from the camp, deciding to take a walk. Maybe if the opportunity arises, she would hunt as well. With not walking miles a day, her shoulder was beginning to finally feel better, so that was a plus. A strong breeze pulled on her pelt, and she welcomed it with closed eyes. It was cool, but nothing like the mountain air had been. This weather felt beautiful compared to what their group had experienced while they were away.
  • FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
    LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
    — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
    — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
    — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
    — 26 moons ; ages on the 20th
    — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
    — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
    "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
    — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
    — link to toyhouse



 
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"Hiya, Flamewhisker!" Comes the call from somewhere above the lead warrior's head. If she were to look up, she'd see Stormywing perched on a sturdy branch, grinning down at her. Her tail hangs low and swishes back and forth casually as she tilts her head. She can relate to how the she-cat feels. The tabby herself hasn't been able to spend too much time in camp since returning to the forest. It feels claustrophobic, like the walls are choking her and everyone else within them. After living for so long without boundaries, without a true camp, it's hard to adjust back to having that protective wall surrounding them. "Can I join you?"
I WANNA TASTE LOVE AND PAIN ☁︎
 
don't try to rush your enemies .
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On a solo hunt with his apprentice, Oakfang couldn’t help but pause, amber optics staring at Flamewhisker and Stormywing with a curled grin in greetings. “What a coincidence.” He hummed, snow-flecked tail flickering, watching the two journey cats with a curious blink. It had been a while since the clans enjoyed some alone time, gone with the sickness and wicked rogues, replaced by leaf bare. “Mind if we join?” Not before humming, turning to Marigoldpaw with a questioning twitch of his brow. “Care for a simple walk, or perhaps we shall get back to hunting, mhm?” He prodded his apprentice for an answer.

/ @Marigoldpaw
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