camp YOU SHOULD LOWER YOUR EXPECTATIONS // return from gathering

[HOWLINGSTAR]

They return much earlier tonight than they ever had before. The covered moon made their journey back a little more difficult than it usually was, but eventually they find their noses pushing through the bramble tunnel and into camp. Howlingstar's shoulders are rigid, her expression betraying her edge. She casts a glance to the nursery, as if ensuring her great grandchildren are still sound asleep, and briefly wondering if Flamewhisker might still be awake.

What happened? A warrior asks her, clearly confused by they were all home so soon. One look at the patrol of cats would give away not all was well. Besides, they all likely noticed the covering of the moon, the flood of storm clouds in the once-clear night sky. "Blood spilled. From a medicine cat, no less," She utters, green eyes flashing as she fixes the warrior with a concerned look. ShadowClan has proven themselves tonight to be as unpredictable as rumors say, though she'd never thought them to be true until now. She finally forces herself to sit down, try to relax her tensed muscles, but she can't rid herself of the feeling of...of foreboding. What is going to happen...?​

 

[THISTLEPAW]

"Why does StarClan care?" the question is earnest, guileless. Thistlepaw's brow has been knit in confusion since WindClan first began its conversation. Admitting to stealing prey, losing three warriors. Would ThunderClan have been the same, if SkyClan were less weak? Would they go into the marsh, if Raccoonstripe had not led them instead to the kittypets? He speaks to his mentor with that same low question, confusion dark and heavy in his chest, because– well, because he had thought he was right. They had done what they needed to do to cross that border, and now another clan faced so much more because of it. Orangestar hadn't smacked Howlingstar. Should she have? And why cover the sky for a medicine cat when they did not for any other blood drawn? If he tore Gentlestorm's ear, would the sky go black again?

There are sure to be harsh glances his way, so Thistlepaw immediately amends his question: "Why do they care more?" The Great Battle is a story every kit knows, of course. The fight that spilled so much blood on that ground that StarClan was born from the mess. "I don't–" Bewildered, his amber gaze flicks desperately around. Spending his kithood in the medicine den had not made their medic into a hero or grand figure to Thistlepaw. Instead it had made each stay normal, each interaction with the medicine cat nothing more than routine. He was just a different kind of warrior. Not. . . special. There is a piece here the apprentice is missing, something beyond because StarClan says so. Normally that was all he would need.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. he feels he must prove himself a great warrior so his clanmates will see him as anything more than a weak kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

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[antlerbreeze]

The Gathering was far more tense- far more desperate then ones past. Orange eyes were pinned to underbrush as she trailed just to the side of her mentor, navigating the dark with minor difficulty. Briefly, she wondered how Windclan could cry that out as Riverclan had been kind but... it wasn't truly their business, was it? Antlerpaw glanced up towards Howlingstar, who looked weary with the weight of this all.

Ears twitched as they arrived in the ravine, a soft sigh of relief leaving her jaws. She hadn't said a word since they had left the Gathering, as if afraid Starclan may speak out suddenly and she'd miss it. She is quick to knock her shoulder gently against her mentor's leg, trying to be encouraging, but Thistlepaw's question rings sharply. Head turns, blinking in honest confusion before she frowns.

Antlerpaw a few moons ago would have never opened her mouth, but under the tutelage of Thunderclan's leader, and the longest standing leader in the forest, she's gained more then a bit of confidence. Scarred orange eyes fixed upon him. "If you mean why would Starclan care more about a medicine cat, they're the chosen of Starclan. They speak to them." Antlerpaw herself wasn't unfamiliar with Gentlestorm. She had been in his care for a while, and her sister still often visited him.

She stepped away from Howlingstar's side, her words still continuing. "But, any blood shed at the Gathering is a direct violation of the Gathering itself. The Great Battle happened there- to shed blood where Starclan announced we must make peace... It's wrong." Antlerpaw's head shook, only briefly glancing back towards her mentor to ensure she was speaking true.

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• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

The disapproval on Howlingstar's face was plain to see, even from a distance- Thundergleam's face crumpled in pity and concern immediately. The atmosphere pulsing from the gathering party was palpable. Lips parted ajar to say something, to ask- "What happened?" An airy question with concern sewn through the lace of it. Blood spilled at the gathering. A medicine cat, no less. A horrified gasp fled from Thundergleam's throat, as if she'd been pounced upon. Rosy eyes fluttered wide with horror.

Antlerpaw spoke levelly to Thistlepaw- Fourtrees was the site of the Great Battle, the genesis of StarClan itself. To fight again on that ground... there was no Code against it, she supposed, but it felt deeply wrong, horribly twisted. Tendrils wound around her stomach, discomfiting her completely- terror ticked in her eyes for the consequences. "Which Clan? Who would... who would dare?" Her voice shook, teetering on the edge, wobbling into abject worry. StarClan... would they punish all five Clans for the crimes of one? One foolish, untamed warrior, who would dare attack a medicine cat?

Thundergleam's jaw tightened, sharpening her face. She would keep a close eye on the stars tonight for any flicker, whispering into a silver expanse to try and gain forgiveness.​

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ What should have been a normal gathering, had evidently turned into something much worse. The deputy had fallen asleep with her kits, not expecting at all for the departed group to return any time soon. That was, until voices outside the nursery had caused her to stir. The moon's been covered!...Something must have happened!.. The tiredness had long been blinked away by the time Howlingstar and those chosen to go padded back into the camp. She had been waiting just outside the nursery, trying to quietly theorize what could be going on to have caused Starclan to cover the moon. The clouds had been one thing...but the rumbles of thunder suggested it had been something terrible.

The red tabby was on her paws as she spotted their leader emerge through the tunnel. She came to stand near Thundergleam, positioning her gaze on Howlingstar. The alabaster she-cat asks the obvious question, and Howlingstar utters a chilling response in return. "From a Medicine Cat?" Disbelief heavily drenches her words, and she blinks in confusion. Thistlepaw asks why Starclan cares more about Medicine Cats, and Antlerpaw swiftly answers his inquiry. She nods in agreement to Howlingstar's apprentice. Even though she hadn't been there for the Great Battle, many cats in the clan had. She had heard tales of the gruesome battle, and how Starclan themselves appeared to demand peace. To imagine a Medicine Cat drawing blood at such a gravesite seemed...unreal.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MY DARLING ⋅✩⋅ WHO KNEW ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[leafhusk]

⚘ again, she almost skipped out on tonight’s gathering- but decided otherwise, so they weren’t visually lacking in the lead warrior department. turns out that had been extremely unnecessary, since they left fourtrees her expression’s been half-lidded and sour. the nerves from minutes ago ebbed away into a faint sense of weariness. every once in awhile, she glances towards adderpaw, but other than that, she is wordless the trip home. leafhusk breaks from the patrol after they’re in camp, swiveling her ears to listen to the gossip.

the first gathering of greenleaf will go down in history, but right now, it doesn’t feel like it. perhaps in the morning, when she's rested, until then she will treat it like any other post-fourtrees assemble. they are lucky starclan stepped in when they did, leafhusk is aware of that. if that shadowclanner had drawn more than a mere scratch, or other cats joined in...

"it was a disaster! i’ve never seen anything like it." she takes a seat, taking a quick second to smooth out a tuft of fur. after a few moments, she answers thundergleam’s question, "stars, it was… a shadowclanner? i believe, yes, i think so."​

 

[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) as flamewhisker stirs, so too does basilkit, bound by the limbs of his siblings in the nest at swiftdawn's belly. sleepy green eyes watch as the deputy-turned-queen slides out of the nursery, leaving her own kits to slumber the night away. basilkit has never been a heavy sleeper, and the low voices congregating outside do not help. it is with some effort on his part, pushing and nudging his siblings off of him, that the cream tabby kitten slides out of his nest and tip-toes to the exit. outside, the sky is dark, full moon barely visible through heavy clouds. the stars are completely obscured, and he has to squint through the darkness to catch sight of the leaf-green eyes of his clan leader. howlingstar does not look pleased as she strides into camp, murmuring something about blood. a shiver runs down the two-moon-old's spine, and he tucks his tail close to him as he peers out.

the ghostly frame of thundergleam hurries to greet the patrol, joined swiftly by flamewhisker, and basilkit angles his ears to catch any semblance of an explanation. his gaze darts to antlerpaw and thistlepaw, and settles on the earthen fur of leafhusk. a disaster... a shadowclanner attacking a medicine cat... starclan!

with hesitant paws unusual for the normally 'act first, think later' tomkit, basilkit steps out from the nursery, hovering nearby as he listens. "what will starclan do?" he asks quietly, searching the crowd for gentlestorm, their resident starclan expert. thundergleam seems like she knows a lot about their ancestors too- he seeks her gaze. "are we in trouble?" he doesn't like being in trouble- usually swiftdawn won't let him play with the others when he's grounded. he can't imagine what a punishment from starclan must be like.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

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  BASILKIT 𖤓 HE / THEY, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. CAMPIONSONG x SWIFTDAWN, SIBLING TO ROSEMARYKIT, WOLFKIT, MERLINKIT. 0 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, he has verdant green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[Softsight]

If Softpaw had known that the Gathering would be so full of excitement, she might have expressed more interest in going; she certainly felt bad for Roaringpaw, who was meant to have gone. He seemed like the type who would be interested in such goings-on as the small fight that had broken out there.

A small gasp left Softpaw's maw when Howlingstar announced that blood had been drawn from a medicine cat. There were few things that Softpaw revered in her life, but medicine cats and their work was one of them - even the notion of attacking one was unthinkable, at least to her - but to ShadowClanners, apparently there were no holds barred. Silently, she cursed the Clan. She would remember that.

"Were they hurt badly?" Softpaw asks quietly, nudging her way into the conversation delicately. Basilkit asks if they're in trouble, and Softpaw shakes her head after a moment. "The only ones in trouble would be ShadowClan, from what I'm hearing."

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• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, eight moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[skyclaw]

Skyclaw had stayed home from this gathering - not his choice as much as he'd like it to be, in truth, but the details matter not. He lays in his lone nest in the warriors den, pretending to sleep though he knows it won't claim him for hours yet. Once his Clanmates are home, safe, he'll rest - until then, he simply watches the back of his eyelids.

Like many others, he stirs with the commotion. Something of the moon, how it's covered - followed with much too many suggestions as to why. Surely it's enough to hypothesize that someone's messed up on hallowed ground, is it not? The tom had stationed himself beside the warriors' den shortly after the commotion, and would be found there upon the patrols return. An attack - on a medicine cat - from a ShadowClanner. Great StarClan, he huffs his frustration.

"I'd expect as much from SkyClan -" the words go unspoken. They're the least refined if there were ever a word for it. Uncaring for laws that are unspoken. But he leaves the details out, letting others draw their conclusions, "But ShadowClan? Chilledstar must be furious," he continues the speculation, even though he damned it only minutes before.​

 

[THISTLEPAW]

"They smacked Sunstar first." His eyes are still on Antlerpaw as he soaks in the thought — a medicine cat was sacred, and he knew this. But StarClan had not stepped in for anything before. Cats had died, been murdered, crossed borders, stolen prey– Guilty panic swamps him. His claws are dug anxiously into the soft earth. He may have betrayed Gentlestorm's expectations, but never had he drawn blood. If StarClan is mad at him. . . maybe it is the forgivable sort. (Does he even care if they are?) So Thistlepaw keeps spilling it like that is all that he can do, clearing his heart of the heavy, lingering guilt. "WindClan stole prey from ShadowClan. Orangestar didn't– last moon–" Why did it feel as if the rules were constantly changing beneath his paws? He trusted Raccoonstripe. In all of this, that is what Thistlepaw learns. He must trust Raccoonstripe.

"I don't think I can sleep tonight," the apprentice muttered. Night hunting was more of a ShadowClan thing (how ironic this was) but he contemplates begging his mentor for something at all that would settle him down.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

• OOC. —
• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. he feels he must prove himself a great warrior so his clanmates will see him as anything more than a weak kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

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[BURNSTORM]

It is not long after the moon had been covered by clouds that his grandmother returns with the band she had taken to the gathering. Immeditely, he pushes himself up to his paws and moves to meet the patrol, curiosity shining in his golden eyes. He does not have to wait long for an answer, many other cats want to know the same as him and they voice their questions in a chorus of "what happened?"

ShadowClan, of course it had been ShadowClan. "Those swamp cats have no honor" he spits angrily, tail lashing. It is no surprise that they would strike at a medicine cat, a cat sworn not to fight but protect. Stars only knew how they treated their own medicine cat, the one who he always remembered as jittery, an anxious stuttering mess. The horrors she must see daily living in such a despicable place. He shakes his head sadly. "I don't see why we should be punished we did nothing wrong" Neither did WindClan, in his eyes. RiverClan had plenty of prey, were they truly so selfish that they could not spare some when the river was bountiful and their bellies hung low?

( ☼ ) 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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[HOWLINGSTAR]

As expected, as soon as the news was out, more cats gathered. The shock is written across many of their faces as questions begin to bloom. She turns her attention away from Thundergleam as Leafhusk answers her, her round eyes landing on Thistlepaw. He asks why StarClan would care and she glances to her own apprentice proudly as Antlerpaw provides a fitting answer. "It is sacred ground. Our friends and family lay buried there, the first of StarClan's ranks," She explains darkly.

Are we in trouble? Pipes up one of Swiftdawn's kits, who toddles towards them. Softpaw answers kindly, and she quickly looks pleadingly at the apprentice. "Please get Basilkit back to the nursery." He should not be out here during such a conversation, and she thinks Swiftdawn might have someone's ears if they'd known their kit is out here for this. She angles an ear towards Skyclaw and nods to support Thistlepaw's claim. "Chilledstar was the first to attack, yes. But their lead warrior, Lilacfur - that is who drew blood from Wolfsong." She looks to Thistlepaw with sympathy and murmurs, "Try. It has been a long night. Perhaps see Gentlestorm if you can't sleep." A poppy seeds or two couldn't hurt to help his nerves.​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

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So she had been right after all, the instinctive thought burst behind why quizzical celadon hues as she trailed Burnstorm towards the returning patrol. “A medicine cat?” The tabby queen echoes with a furrow of her brows. If anyone had dared to lay claws on Gentlestorm- even if the tom could properly defend himself- Roeflame would shred them herself.
Clanmates draw near while Leafhusk confirms it was a Shadowclanner who had committed the act, apprentices confused and warriors sharing the same surprise as her. It’s Skyclaw’s comment that earns the young warrior a pointed look. “Enough of that, Skyclaw.” Her chastise fills his pause, needless bashing of their pine-born neighbors only proved to be obnoxious, here. He has a point about Chilledstar, though. Thistlepaw’s reply makes her jaw just about dropped. “That clan hasn’t had a proper leader since Briarstar.” Roeflame grumbles to her mate disdainfully, a clear memory of Pitchstar stomping into their forest and yelling like a half-witted apprentice playing behind her dismayed gaze when Howlingstar herself reveals it was a lead warrior who had dealt the strike. She can’t imagine Howlingstar keeping her on the council after such a thing- though her leader was rational enough not to get herself in a situation like that in the first place. “Seriously? That’s just ridiculous.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── 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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[antlerbreeze]

There is a resounding agreement from the cats around her- and a proud nod from her own mentor. Eyes shifted back to Thistlepaw, and a frown found her mouth. Orange eyes turned, ear twitching. Why wouldn't Starclan grow angry at Sunstar's injury? She inhaled quietly, shifting to sit down not too far from Howlingstar again. Her vision lifted to said cat when she explained, and nodded quietly.

"I couldn't see if Chilledstar had drawn blood. I suppose that makes sense." Antlerpaw murmured, thinking to herself quietly. Thistlepaw's statement causes her to glance up, and she nods her head in slight agreement. She pushed to her paws, glancing towards the other apprentices in the area before speaking to Thistlepaw, still gently disturbed by what happened- and the clouds still thick overhead. "I think most of us are going to have a rough night." She agreed softly.

Antlerpaw turned, and with a respectful dip of head to her mentor, she called, "I'm going to... try to rest." She said. Perhaps a method of leaving the conversation for other exhausted apprentices. Without any other pressing remarks, she headed into the apprentice's den.

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• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

The night was dark and aging, and yet many Thunderclanners gathered. it spoke to their undying loyalty, and within Thundergleam swelled the familiar reverence for Clan life that had been distilled through her blood for as long as she could remember. That positive glow was but a prisoner to the nervousness, though... the uncerainty that swept between them all. Are we in trouble? A tiny voice, that one... should not be out so late, surely.

Pitying, rosy eyes found Basilkit, and Thundergleam softly shook her head. "StarClan does not disapprove of us." Softpaw was right; it would be ShadowClan who slept beneath the blazing ire of the Truth tonight. Bearing claws against a medicine cat, a sacred one who wove prophecies, who knew the invaluable- whose death would mean the end of a Clan? No, no- it was a terrible, sacriligeous thing. Thundergleam shook her head again, a tut clicking against the roof of her mouth.

"I shall stay awake for a little longer," she murmured to no one in particular- in fact, she looked past everyone present into a plane unseen, picturing starry figures walking among them, observing. "ThunderClan are righteous and noble... we are protectors. I shall watch the skies for ShadowClan tonight, and pray they come to their senses."

The moon was veiled, and Thundergleam would pray tonight that they paid no more dearly for their crimes. Another chance would be given... and if it was squandered again, she would bear retribution herself, removing the poison. ​

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[MOUSENOSE]

They'd seen the clouds cover the moon from camp, and like the rest of the warriors, they'd speculated on what it could possibly mean. One look at Howlingstar's face upon the patrol's return tells her more than enough. Mousenose shoulders her way into the circle of cats who mill about, ripe with gossip. Her green eyes are round as moons. "Attacking a medicine cat! Who was it who attacked him? Some hotheaded apprentice?" But no, Howlingstar tells them it was a lead warrior, someone who sits on Chilledstar's council!

She shakes her head, muttering under her breath, until the beautiful white she-cat beside her begins to speak. Odd-eyed, strange-voiced, she lifts her thoughtful face in prayer for the marsh-dwellers. Mousenose gazes at her for a moment and then smiles, shaking her head. "There's no use praying for them, Thundergleam. ShadowClan has always been violent and tactless. StarClan will be mad at them, not us."

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  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 20 moons old, ages realistically on the 25th.
  — mentored by Silverlightning ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Sunshinespot
  — thunderclan warrior. sunfreckle x rabbitnose, gen 2.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh messy-furred tortoiseshell with high white and bright green eyes. demanding, exuberant, selfish, sensitive, oblivious, obnoxious.
  
  

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