camp YOU TRIED TO BREAK ME ★ CELEBRATION

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Broken morals filled the camp. Herbs clung to over half of the clan's pelts, and several lay severely injured in Gentlestorm's den. Lives had been taken, lives had been permanently altered. But despite their recent hardships, and with Starclan's gift of a warm day, tonight they would all sleep with full bellies. The sun was already sitting by the time Leafhusk's patrol returned from burying their fallen. Tonight, their vigil would be different than the usual. All hunting patrols had come back full and successful, and their pile was stocked enough for a feast.

"Thunderclan." The leader would announce, stepping into the camp's clearing. "Barleysight, Campionsight, and the rest of our fallen ancestors have blessed us with warmth. Tonight, we feast in their honor." In her mind, it was no coincidence that the day they laid their clanmates to rest, that the air had been warmer, and their forests full of prey. Tonight would be the first night in many nights for her clan to sleep without the pains of hunger stinging their bellies. Underneath her thick pelt, she could feel the wind touching her ribs...they had been more successful after they had began stealing from the other clans, but even though it was against the code...Riverclan and Shadowclan were to blame.

"Even though our battles were lost, Thunderclan will prevail. Our blessed hunting patrols prove that we cannot be kept down. Everyone take a piece of prey, share with your friends. Tonight, we celebrate the future." Lichenstar and Mirestar may have won for now, but Thunderclan would win the war. With Windclan as an ally, Thunderclan now had expanded hunting grounds. Even if this day were a fluke, Fourtrees would help them through this early leafbare.

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

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• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[Amberdawn]

Amberdawn's eyes gleamed at the size of the fresh-kill pile as yowls of approval and determination responded to Flamestar's speech. She ran her tongue over her whiskers in anticipation. Once Flamestar had given permission, Amberdawn shuffled toward the fresh kill pile. She sniffed at it momentarily and realized that, while a decent bit of prey had been caught, it wasn't nearly as much as Thunderclan was used to in the moons of green leaf. Amberdawn decided a small mouse would do her just fine. It's probably best to leave the meatier bits to the queens and elders. She thought to herself, padding to a small patch of dry ground a few tail lengths from the nursery to eat.

The mouse was cold and the meat was stringy, but Amberdawn tore into it nonetheless. She let out a satisfied purr as she felt her hunger dwindle. She paused for a moment to groom herself, it'd be a bad idea to scarf it down all at once. It'd be embarrassing to get a bellyache and need herbs for it She reminded herself as she eyed the half-eaten mouse with eager eyes.

 

[leafhusk]

thunderclan needed their strength back. desperately, they struggled emotionally and physically. when flamestar suggested they steal fourtrees for themselves, leafhusk was quick to agree. it was merely a flickering light in the tunnel, but it was a sliver of warmth they could cling too. when the snow melts, and prey comes out of hiding, shadowclan will feel their claws once more.

leafhusk smiles as flamestar urges them to celebrate. it doesn't reach her eyes, though she does feel her mouth begin to water. how unlike her to be excited about fresh meat. no matter how long she's lived in the woods, she'll never get over feeling like a wild cat. the molly pads to the pile, and immediately takes note of amberdawn's sorry excuse of a mouse. "why so modest?" she asks, flicking her tail tip. "that ugly thing's all skin and bones. feast. we deserve it." she plucks out a larger mouse, pushing it towards the younger warrior.

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- orangepaw has a strange sense of self. he knows that as much as the next cat, but he doesn't like to think about it all too much. especially not right now, when they should be celebrating the lives of those who have returned to the stars. celebrating the fact those that didn't are still alive to tell the tale... he isn't sure he should be. but he pushes those thoughts away, offering a gentle brush against his mentor with a small smile.

"hi leafhusk. hi everyone. i think... its good to do this. we may have lost but we are still here. and that's enough to be happy about. and those we've lost aren't far. they're watching us, and are glad we are alive, too."

he's gotta be optimistic that there is some sort of light in this situation. it's the only way he can bear it all. it's the only way he can feel... okay.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, who's also littered in scars
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of experience alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Roeflame's choice to attend the gathering despite Gentlestorm's weary eye has not come without its consequences; from nose to tail-tip, the deputy's entire body was wracked sore, the wound that promise to scar under her dressings continued to ache with each rigid step.

Since the dual-ambush, ThunderClans recovery as a whole has been slow moving. In the face of loss and the looming threat of starvation, it seemed as though they were all merely living to survive. Resorting to taking the four-trees for themselves had been a necessity.

Today was different, though - the sting in the air had ceased, the sun had inched just close enough to warm the warriors backs, and hunting patrols returned with prey trapped in their jaws. By the time the sun had began to lower, there seemed to be a scrap of restored strength sweeping through ThunderClans camp. Upon Leafhusks return, Roeflame regards the Lead Warrior with an appreciative dip of her head; it was no easy task to bury a fallen clanmate, let alone two.

Flamestars call for a feast in Campionsight and Barleysights honor is a brilliant idea, though not without its bittersweetness. Making her way towards the fresh-kill pile, Roeflame sets her sights on a squirrel while Leafhusk shares her lighthearted disapproval over Amberdawns mouse. "She's right. Tonight, we celebrate our fallen and our ancestors. It's time to regain our strength." Roeflame hums with a curt dip of her head, taking the squirrel up in her jaws.

Orangepaws words are earnest, his optimism admirable. Taking a step back from the pile so that other clanmates may pick their share, Roeflame casts an approving nod. "Thats very well-spoken, Orangepaw." The tabby praises, her eyes beginning to wander for her own kits and apprentices.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Softsight]

The wounds, both physical and metaphorical, were still fresh from the dual-attack that RiverClan and ShadowClan had enacted upon ThunderClan, and Softsight could only thank StarClan that she had gotten away relatively scot-free with a small scrape on her face and nothing more. The RiverClan warrior that she had fought that day had seemed as reticent as she had been, but she was different now; next time, she wouldn't be as hesitant. The battle had opened her eyes, which she had kept closed for so long.

But as the chilling, biting winds subside, if only for a day, Softsight finds herself breathing in the fresh air that doesn't send pinpricks through her lungs upon inhalation. It's a warm day, and as Flamestar proclaims, it will be a day dedicated to the memory of their fallen warriors and the strength of ThunderClan at large. Making her way to the freshkill pile, Softsight plucks a squirrel from it, and turns around to survey the camp for Roaringsun. It would be a nice respite to get to settle down and talk to her friend after such an event.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• ! looking for @roaringsun

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[Amberdawn]

Amberdawn's ears flicked in thought and she gave Leafhusk a polite mew of thanks before flicking her tail to the spot beside her. It'd be rude of her NOT to accept food offered by one of the lead warriors. "I didn't want to take too much with how the weather's been lately." She admitted with a shrug, taking a quick bite of the mouse and purring at the taste. "This coming leaf-bare feels like it'll be a harsh one. I want to make sure everyone has a full belly, especially the warriors that fought at the battle." Amberdawn let out a shudder as a cold gust of wind blew against her fur and she quickly turned to smooth it flat once more. It felt like the forest was reminding her of what was to come in the following moons.

She shifted her weight to her side and glanced at Leafhusk, "You've seen more leaf-bares than I, if you're not worried then maybe I shouldn't be either." Amberdawn took a bite from the second mouse, her hazel eyes gleaming at how much better this one tasted. She licked her whiskers and shoved it towards Leafhusk with a nod. @leafhusk

 

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ ThunderClan has lost so much, and through it all Hopepaw has only been able to watch. Her training may be going by smoothly, but there's still so much she hasn't learned yet, and there's so many things she can't help with. Hunting is one of them—ThunderClan may have some extra hunting territory now, to try and keep them all from starving, but Hopepaw had never managed to practice her hunting enough to become good at it. She's not even certain she could catch a mouse if she tried, especially in this weather. She's lucky that the warriors and other apprentices had a good day of hunting today, because at least there's something for her to eat even though she didn't contribute to the prey pile.

Flamestar announces a celebration in Campionsong and Barleysight's honor, a way to remember their sacrifices while also celebrating the good day of hunting. The lilac apprentice isn't sure if she's in the mood for a celebration, not when the taste of mint still lingers faintly on her tongue—but she spots Roeflame settling down with a squirrel, and makes her way over to the older she-cat. "Hi," she says in a soft voice, shifting to sit nearby her mother. "I hope you plan on resting more after this." She knows she shouldn't be telling her own mother what to do, but the deputy hasn't exactly been listening closely to Gentlestorm's recommendations. As his apprentice, it falls to Hopepaw to attempt to persuade Roeflame to let herself heal properly.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The day had been surprisingly warm, and it has managed to lift Falconheart's spirits somewhat. They're dampened once again when his mother announces that tonight's feast of celebration is in the honor of their fallen clanmates. Barleysight and Campionsong shouldn't have died. Squirrelpaw shouldn't have gotten hurt. But for now… TunderClan has to celebrate the good things in their lives. The things that the warriors gave their lives trying to protect.

He spots Bugpaw and makes his way over to her, grabbing a squirrel from the prey pile along the way. "Want to share?" He pushes his prey a bit closer to his sister, offering it up without hesitation. The awkward tension that lies between the two of them should give him pause, but he finds that in the moment, it doesn't. Bugpaw is angry with him, but he can't let it affect their relationship. No matter how much she may hold it against him, he's her brother and her mentor—keeping her safe is his first priority, even if it means he needs to resort to violence to do so.

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

• ooc: @Bugpaw !
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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw & littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[LAUGHBLOSSOM]

𓇢𓇢 Laughblossom has always understood that the other clans are threats. They do not want what is best for ThunderClan—they are all greedy and unempathetic, uncaring for anyone's suffering besides their own. RiverClan and ShadowClan have shown their true colors, at least, in attacking ThunderClan together when they are weakened from Skyclaw's reign. The two neighboring clans are poison, and they will usher in their own doom if they do not clear the rot from their ranks. A shame, truly; Mirestar had been an interesting change from Chilledstar's madness. But instead of righting ShadowClan's leader-induced struggles, they have suffered from their own paranoia and flung unfounded accusations of murder at anyone who will listen. They will tear their own clan apart by its seams.

"A celebration of life," he murmurs, trying to inject a bit of cheer into his melodic voice. His thoughts of RiverClan and ShadowClan are shoved aside in favor of putting on a joyous front, at least to try and cheer his clanmates up. "And what a celebration it is! Our clanmates are certainly smiling down on us now, as we honor them and the sacrifices that they've made for us." In their place, he would have certainly done the same.

like the dawn ❀༄ woke the world inside of me

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• LAUGHBLOSSOM ❯❯ he/him, warrior of thunderclan
  𓇢 silky-furred chocolate tabby with white spotting and hazel eyes. joyous and loud, but deeply protective of his clan.
  𓇢 brother to lovelight, joywing, wrathpaw, pridepaw, merrypaw
  𓇢 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇢 penned by foxlore

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕They had been gifted with enough prey for everyone to feast and celebrate. The wounds on ThunderClan still sting, but despite all that they thrive. They would have their revenge on the foxhearts in due time. . .

We celebrate the future. Flamestar says, and he finds himself nodding with a wide smile. The future. A celebration of life! He stands up suddenly, like a shock goes through him — he feels like a young apprentice again, when everything was exciting and new. Amber-hued eyes meet Softsight's rose gaze, and his grin grows even wider. "Softsight!" The tom beckons her with his tail, and taps the spot beside him inviting her to sit down. They hadn't had the time to catch up and talk after the battles.

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc. speaking to @Softsight
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 14 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[Woollykit]

'Celebrate our fallen,' that's what Roeflame had said, and those are the words Woollykit latches on to. Celebrate out fallen. Woollykit does not know if that means just the cats the cold has taken, or if that means all the fallen... she chooses to believe it means all of them. So, tonight, she will mingle and feast and celebrate for her mama and her papa. She thinks mama might've enjoyed a celebration like this... she likes to think papa would've enjoyed it, too. So, a wide smile on her face as she braves the slight chill (although, it's much warmer today than it has been lately), Woollykit prances her way over to the prey pile. There is not much, but she allows herself to be greedy - she's eating for mama and papa, too, after all - and grabs a fat looking bird, feathers bright red and deep black, and looks around for anyone to join.

Briefly, frizzy tail droops as she gets overwhelmed by all the cats, all the choices. She does not see any of her den mates here at the moment. Is she too early? Had she beaten them all? Squaring her shoulders, Woollykit decides she's just going to push through it and approach... anyone!!

"Hiya!" She chirps, setting down her cardinal and grinning at the cat she'd come to bother.​

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird had eaten alongside her family, lingering for just a moment longer in the camp clearing. she couldn't find much to celebrate in honesty. two clanmates laid under the chilled dirt, riverclan and shadowclan had stolen hunting land thunderclan would need to survive, her own mate sits uselessly in gentlestorm's den on the cusp of something unforgiving.

despite the lighter mood of her clanmates, the hard lines of her face failed to soften with the celebrations prompted by flamestar. she did not wish to rue upon the dead, she wanted to feel her claws sink into the flesh of every river and marsh dweller who had taken from her clan. nightbird stands, on her way to escape the festivities and join raccoonstripe's side. but in a moment, large green eyes look up to her, a wide grin splitting woollykit's obsidian maw.

"woollykit, hello," she hums, plumed tail twitching behind her. "are you enjoying the feast?" the word feels bitter in her mouth. the hunters had prospered today, but the possibility of them returning with nothing tomorrow still remained.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• ooc ↛ talking to @Woollykit

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 38 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing lingers at the edge of the camp, her golden eyes fixed on the bustling scene before her. The air is thick with the scent of prey, the fresh-kill pile glowing like a beacon in the dying sunlight. Cats gather in groups, sharing tongues and stories, their voices rising in a chorus of weary but hopeful camaraderie. Flamestar's words ring in her ears: "we celebrate the future."

The tabby wants to believe that. She wants to feel the hope that shimmered in her leader's voice, the warmth of companionship that thrives among her clanmates. Instead, all she feels is the cold stone of guilt weighing down her stomach. She turns her back on the feast, padding to a shaded corner where the light from the sunset barely reached. The camp feels too open, the chatter of her clanmates too loud. Every laugh reminds her of the choices she'd made - choices that cause her clanmates to now see her as a traitor.

The warm air does little to soothe the ache in her chest. Her tail curls tightly around her paws as she sits, staring at the shadows stretching across the camp. She just can't bring herself to join in, not when every bite would taste like stolen prey. The guilt gnaws at her like a fox at her heels and her eyes flicker to Roeflame, to Falconheart. It should warm her to see them eating well and smiling, but all she can think about is how she has let them down.

The warrior's claws dig into the earth. I was supposed to be better than this. Gaze dropping to the ground, her ears flatten as a wave of shame washes over her. The scent of prey reaches her again, stronger this time as clanmates dig into their meals, and her stomach growls in protest. She ignores it, flicking her tail in irritation at her own weakness. Tonight, she doesn't deserve to feast. Let the others have their hope - she would sit here, on the fringes, where her mistakes couldn't tarnish their moment of peace.
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[THUNDERGLEAM]

The loss of Sunningrocks stung sharp, though Thundergleam could hardly think of it. Oh- grasping, selfish... she rid her own guilt by clawing at a requirement to help Stormywing. Mere distraction, surely... from the blood on her paws that would never wash out, the poisoned prophecies planted into her mind, the fact even now she still missed him. Trufflepelt, twice-attemped murderer- he would have seen that sheen of guilty resolve in Stormywing's gilded gaze and would have gutted her for it. He would have had her do the same.

Dismay poised on porcelain features, she slithered forth sylphlike. Clasped in her jaws, a mouse ... small, not a plump thing, for she hadn't the stomach for large meals as of late. It was unbitten- and placed at Stormywing's paws, and nudged forward. "I shall not have a bite until I see you do the same, my dear." Said softly, yet tinged with stubborn resolve. No, she would not have her friend starve herself out of some misbegotten nobility. It would not be right ... it was not the will of this star-kissed feast.

The stars regarded Stormywing kindly still, she knew it. And ThunderClan as a whole would still have her here. She had to remain strong, for all those who needed her still.

\ trying to get @STORMYWING to eat >:) ​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[DEERPAW.]

Eye narrow from the reaching shadows, trained on the celebrating Thunderclanners with a bored gaze. He doesn't bother to celebrate with the others, why bother? With Flamestar's dull speech on enjoying themselves and feasting on the flowing fresh - kill pile. He settles where he is, curled half-heartedly to be a specter in the festivities. The once sliver of flickering warmth, dwelled in his chest as he watched the happenings from his spot.

Deerpaw was a dull creature, full of twitches and paranoid thoughts gripping at him these days. He wrinkles his muzzle at the thought of the dual - ambush Thunderclan suffered. Quickly brushing the thought off, he curls further into himself on the chilled ground. He'll just stay here... and watch. That's enough for him.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• no ref yet </3​

• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧ ♰ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ AMAB ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
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[doepath ࿔]

It's hard not to feel a little bit guilty for the clan's general discomfort surrounding prey and hunger... She is only one cat. But she is one cat with a fickle appetite and a need to eat that stands in direct opposition to that lack of interest. Doepath can't help but feel their stares, even the ones that do not truly exist... they dig into her back like thorns... or maybe that's just the jabbing kicks of eager kittens. The queen pulls herself out into the fresh air to listen to Flamestar's encouragements, her want for her clan to celebrate and look towards the future...

Her tail curls around her belly, thoughtlessly...

The future...

She glances around the shifting palette of colorful pelts, that mix and mash against each other in the broad strokes of her vision. It's a sense of community she doesn't think the clan has felt since before Howlingstar died. I hope it stays... The fawn molly turns towards Laughblossom's loud, cheerful proclamations with a ginger smile. "Honor the past... and pray for the future," she purrs and hopes that it'll be as easy done as it is said.

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• DOEPATH
  fifteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

 

[mottledpaw]

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Mottledpaw thinks that maybe the promise of the future isn't something worth clinging to. Not because it will not come, but because it has this round about way of ripping its claws down your back when you least expect it. Few today would say they were praying for today if they'd known what expenses it cost... the tortoiseshell cannot help but seethe over the loss of her parents, the loss of her eye. Like learning how to walk away she tries to learn to find hope in something as nebulous as the future. She lingers outside the medicine den to listen, to find strength in the hope that her clan-mates must feel, to use it as the embers to light that same fire in her chest.

Her paws tell her to find someone to sit with, to share in their company and reconnect with being a clan... but her vision catches Stormywing, sat with Thundergleam again and she can't help but grimace. Maybe certain things would never change... maybe the clan would never recover from certain wounds. Maybe that's my purpose... She nods to herself decidedly, I'll win back the territory we lost.. I'll be there when it happens. And that goal would have to be enough to keep the fire burning.

She stands, wandering into the festivities with a slow, uncertain gait to find someone to share tongues with- as much as she hates to admit it, she could use some help with some of the spots she can't see as well anymore.​

 

[Sorrowsong.]

I CAME ACROSS A FALLEN TREE
I FELT THE BRANCHES OF IT LOOKING AT ME​

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sorrowsong & 20 moons & fem enby & they/it/she & thunderclan warrior ​

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A feast - in honor of those who have fallen, in thanks for the warmth and bountiful prey starclan has blessed them with today. To some, it might be a joyous moment, or at least a break from the grief and pain that has hung heavily over all of their heads after the past few days. But for sorrowsong, it only reminds the creature of all they have lost - of all who are not here. Though a faint smile falls upon it's maw as it shuffles to join Laughblossom's side, it does not try to match it's siblings enthusiasm, a sparrow clutched ever so carefully in it's jaws. " To life, " it agrees softly.

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[STORMYWING]

// replying to @THUNDERGLEAM

Stormywing's eyes flicker toward the mouse as it is placed before her, its scent filling her nose and causing her mouth to water. She feels a pang of gratitude toward Thundergleam, but it's quickly overshadowed by her own shame. She lifts her head slowly, meeting the rosy gaze of her friend. Her soft words ring in her ears, compassionate and firm as she has always been. Her gaze drops again to the mouse and she stays silent, staring at the prey. She feels undeserving of it, as if the simple act of eating would be an insult to the clan after all the choices she's made, an insult to the trust she's shattered. But Thundergleam's presence manages to pull her out of the spiral of self-loathing.

"I don't deserve this." Her voice is rough, hoarse from not speaking for so long. Not many cats wish to talk with her right now. She can't hide from her guilt, no matter how much she wants to. "I've failed them all…and made you keep the secret, too." Her tail flicks, the tip twitching in remorse. "How can I sit here and enjoy a meal when I've betrayed my clan? They'll never look at me the same way again, Thundergleam." She looks around at the chattering warriors and apprentices, her ears lowering.

Her gaze then falters, dropping to the small mouse at her paws, then back up to Thundergleam. She sees the sincerity in her eyes, accompanied by unwavering strength, the kind Stormywing wishes she had right about now. It reminds her of the fire she once had, the fire that has since gone out. After a moment, she finally exhales a breath, her shoulders sagging slightly. "I'm sorry," She murmurs. "I shouldn't be acting like this. I know better than to wallow in self-pity...." With a heavy sigh, the tabby lifts her paw and nudges the mouse toward her. "I'll eat it, for you." Her voice softens, though the guilt still tugs at her chest. She'll fix this. She doesn't know how, but she can't keep letting herself drown. For Thundergleam. For her clan. For herself. She will fix this.
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