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Food. Food? Food!

identicy — Thu, 22 Oct 2026 19:02:15 +0000

Sitting on the outside of the fresh kill pile near the center of their new camp, Cookie observed his surroundings while working on his eternal quest of slowly grooming the matts out of his fur. He'd made good progress overtime, although there was still a lot of work to go. His chest fur and much of his upper back was dematted, leaving only his lower back and tail.

His stomach rumbled as the small of the fresh kill pile drifted into his nose. Perhaps it had been a mistake to simply plop himself down and start grooming his fur right in the center of camp near where the food might tempt him. Could he eat? Should he? He hadn't even tried to get any food for any other cat that sunrise and he didn't want to go out alone, this territory was big and scary and what if the evil Thunderclan cats were lurking around. His gaze shifted to the small pile of prey, around the clearing, and then towards the medicine den. Wait, him and Kosmo could get food! He ran over to Kosmo, not noticing if the other cat was doing anything or not, and then skidded to a halt in front of the other cat. "Kosmo, I'm hungry! Let's go hunt!"

Beneath Bonding Skies

Shatter — Sun, 11 Oct 2026 18:00:37 +0000

Sitting calmly at the edge of camp, quietly tapping his tail on the ground, Polaris looked up at the night sky. If only time could simply stay like this forever… He loved the night. Which was probably another reason he was still awake. Polaris preferred staying awake at night and sleeping by day, after all. Although… since that might be a problem because of his new status as a cat living in a group of other cats… Oh well. He’d enjoy his personal time for now. Best to dwell only on the present.

Blinking slowly, he yawned and stretched, hearing the calming flap of a bird’s wings nearby. Perfect. A nice, calming addition to the company the night was already giving him. Frosty eyes glowing with a lazy expression of calm, Polaris curled his paws beneath him, sighing contentedly. “Wonderful… and the cold season will be much more amazing…” He muttered calmly, looking forward to the falling of snow. Although it may be hard to secure prey… No matter. He normally caught enough for two cats when he’d been on his own anyways…

The Leopard and the Adder

Faux — Sun, 13 Sep 2026 22:26:53 +0000

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise
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Leopardrose kept low as she made her way back toward camp, each step sending a dull ache through her battered body. The abrasions along her sides and legs stung beneath her pelt, now dry from her travels, while the sprain in her hind leg forced a limp.

But the pain was quickly becoming the least of her concerns as the familiar ThunderClan scent was tainted by rogues. The Camp shouldn't be this quiet...Where were the sentries?She lowered her body instinctively, forcing herself to put aside the throbbing in her leg as she approached the camp.

What in StarClan's name had happened? She slipped closer, staying near the cover of the surrounding undergrowth. She paused just outside the camp, her pelt blending into the shadows of twilight.

Leopardrose needed to find out before whoever left the scent realized she was here...

They Come

Faux — Sun, 23 Aug 2026 21:59:01 +0000

From the skies they come

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A distant, irregular cawing carried through the southern trees, at first easy enough to mistake for the usual chatter of a few birds on the air. A breeze rustled the branches, or was it the brushing of feathers? One song was joined by another - a distant rumble soon encroaching until it became a rolling chorus.

A black flock in flight swept northward black wings flashing between branches as they followed the promise of fresh kill.They were pportunistic creatures content to follow the scent of death in hopes of finding something worth eating afterward.

But today their path carried them straight toward ThunderClan's camp - preemptively. The first few birds dropped low over the camp's southern edge, cawing loudly as they swept between the trees. More followed behind them until the sky seemed crowded with black wings before finally they descended.

Crows that weren't impeded by sentries. Crows that felt empowered by recent events and the promise of carrion. Crows that landed upon branches, rocks, perched on top of every den - while other swept over the fresh kill pile enough in number that the wingbeats stirred the leaf litter. One dived down and scooped still warm mouse from the top of the pile in its talons, cackling to its cohorts.

Their calls overlapped into an ugly racket, cackling their signature caw-haw-caw-caw! They might not be attacking outright, but they were a nuisance...They seemed almost coordinating in its chaos. There was something deeply unnerving about the sheer number of them...ThunderClan had dealt with predators and natural disasters, but never in distant memory did two score and ten crows occupy ThunderClan Camp. Maybe imagery only seen in a dream.

And somewhere beyond the trees, the reason for their sudden appearance continued... leaving the flock to make itself known.

SENTRIES:

Gorse Tunnel: Coyotebloom & Mistyleaf
Secret Exit: Dovethorn & Savagefox

In Camp: Kestralswipe, Greenfang

Med Cat Den: Tigerrush, Robinpaw, Stormfall

Guarding Nursery: Wildcry, Spidertongue, Gingerthrash, Finchpaw, & Rimepaw
Inside Nursery: Weaselkit, Skunkkit, Orchidflame, & Bravesong

NOTES: The Kits will be safely sequestered in the Nursery, being the den is the most protected in Camp. Anyone in on sentry duty or in Camp proper may reply, even kits. There is currently no posting order.

Come Rain or Shine

Kazul_3383 — Wed, 29 Jul 2026 13:52:29 +0000

Dovethorn's ears were flat against her head as she padded into camp. The hunt this morning with Brindlespice and Larchsong had been very successful. The sisters had been very lucky- a young rabbit, a pair of birds, a pair of mice and a young squirrel. Now they were padding back to camp feeling content with their hunt. Now if the weather could just stay like this but not be so wet.

Dovethorn placed the young rabbit on the pile and took a few steps back to shake the wetness from her fur with a huff. Her sisters called for her to join them in a meal, but she merely waved her tail at them as she made her way under an overhang. She wanted to try and dry out a bit so she could fluff her fur back up before she wanted to eat and she reached back to start licking the moisture from her fur with a soft grumble.

To Put Into Perspective

Kazul_3383 — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 15:20:14 +0000

Tigerrush entered her den, guiding Stormfall so she could start tending to his wound. She was pleased he wasn't injured anywhere else and after she stopped the bleeding and put a poultice on it, if he wanted to go back to help his clanmates, she wouldn't stop him.

After sitting him down and glancing to see that Robinpaw had followed with the herbs, she took the wet moss and pressed it lightly against his ear, using the water soaked up by it to gently rinse his ear so she could see the injury better.

Setting the moss down, she directed her words at her apprentice, her tone firmer and more clipped than usual, an indication that there was a lesson in this. "I asked for wet moss to rinse the blood from Stromfall's ear. An ear wound can bleed profusely and can give you a belly ache if you continually try clean it off with your tongue."

The small brown tabby pulled a grape leaf towards the small herb pile before she reached down to take the comfrey roots in her mouth and set them at her paws. Looking at Robinpaw, gave a bob of the head at the goldenrod leaves to indicate that the apprentice should start chewing them up and putting them on grape leaf.

"Do you know why I did not immediately move Stormfall to my den?" Tigerrush asked as she began to chew up the comfrey root into a paste.

Summoning Troops

mushroom — Sun, 19 Jul 2026 19:44:37 +0000

Stormfall was nearly out of breath by the time he reached camp. He half-stumbled in, shredded ear a mess of blood, and looked around immediately for Moosestar, Kestrelswipe, any one of the senior warriors.

"Riverclan is attacking at the border!" he barked out. "They attacked our patrol at the stream. Thunderclan needs reinforcements, now." He remembered the ferocity with which the Riverclanners had fought--for whatever reason, they meant harm.

Help! Spiders!

Faux — Sat, 04 Jul 2026 15:18:19 +0000

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong's attention was currently fixed on the most terrifying creature in all of ThunderClan...A tiny (BIG!), brown (HAIRY!) spider! The tom's eyes widened with dramatic flare, tail twitching and puffing out as if a rival Clan had infultrated camp.

"Oh no...It found me!" The black and white tom slowly backed away on his forepaws a bit clumsily despite the initiative, hoping to put on a show for his kits. The spider continued its march, oblivious to the nest of cats it was approaching to escape the greenleaf heat outside.

Bravesong gasped. "It's chasing me!" With a playful yelp, he scooted backward across the moss, making an exaggerated effort to escape while never taking his eye off the harmless (DANGEROUS!) creature.

"Quick! I need brave kits...!" He ducked behind a tuft of nursery moss and peeked out with his one eye.

Flowers and Fun

Shatter — Thu, 28 May 2026 12:14:03 +0000

Padding back into camp, two mice and a few flowers gripped lightly in her jaws, Skyblossom headed towards the nursery, having been given orders from one of the older warriors to hunt for Orchidflame and Bravesong. Excited to meet the kits, Skyblossom's steps became slightly faster.

When she entered, Skyblossom immediately placed the mice next to the elders, any awkwardness she might have had around them washed away by excitement. Turning around, she spotted the two kits, watching them slightly and wondering how she should go about introducing herself.

Walking slowly and quietly so as not to startle the kits, she sat down close to where they were, her green gaze following the kits' movements. "Hello, Skunkkit, Weaselkit. I'm Skyblossom. I've been waiting for a while now to meet you." She said, wondering how much they would understand.

Ignoring her own thoughts, she placed the flowers down a few paw steps in front of her, their vivid blue colors matching the kits' pelts. "I brought you some flowers. You may play with them however you wish." She continued, smiling slightly.

Maybe if she made a good enough impression, the kits would start warming up to her. Of course, kits were normally quite easy to be friends with, so she'd probably be able to interact with them as though she'd known them for a very long time in a couple days. Or not. Probably depended upon the kit's personality...

The Calm Before an Inward Storm

Shatter — Sat, 02 May 2026 21:05:47 +0000

Padding away from the camp exit after finding out that she'd been replaced by some other cat on the dawn patrol, Skyblossom looked around the mostly empty and quiet camp, enjoying the cool stillness that came with the weather. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, feeling strangely relieved. To whichever cat had taken her place on the dawn patrol, she thanked them silently, looking forward to spending some time alone in her small relaxation area between the elder's den and the nursery.

Lying down in the small pile of leaves that she had gathered into a small nest and looking up at the clouds, Skyblossom felt a small leap of pleasure burst through her. If she were to ever have kits, maybe she'd ask her leader to name one Cloudkit. It was a name that she had always liked, even when she was a young kit. Looking back, she seemed to remember having an imaginary friend that she called Cloudkit. Maybe that was why the name was so precious to her?

Coming back to the current time, she listened to the contented and tired mewls coming from the nursery. She hoped she hadn't woken the kits, especially since she tended to say her thoughts aloud. Thinking they had only awakened half-way, she grew as silent as she could.

Suddenly feeling cold, both inside and out, she shifted in her temporary make-shift nest, trying to remember the last time she had felt another cat's pelt against her own. Trying to distract herself from any negative thoughts, she brushed the thought off, crushing it with the assumption that it had only been a few sunrises and that she just had a terrible memory. Of course, that failed, so she began thinking much more deeply about it. It was probably between the time she became an apprentice and the time she received her warrior name...

Before she could stop herself, she began to drift off, and soon, she found herself in a misty and dark clearing, the scent of water close by. Looking around, she was suddenly plunged into a blurry dream.

"Mama? Why are you so tired all the time?" The young Skykit asked, looking up at her mother's tired and blurred face in confusion. Touching her nose to her mother's shoulder, she shook her, trying to get her to answer her question.

"Oh." She thought, her throat tightening.

"Huh?" Her mother said, pausing for a moment and staring down at her with confusion. "Wh-who are you?" She finally asked, her voice but a raspy whisper.

"I'm your daughter, Skykit! D-don't you remember me, Mama?" She asked, shaking her mother with her forepaws in desperation, her mewing going unanswered.

Suddenly, a flash of recognition showed in her mother's hazy eyes. "Skykit! Oh yes, I remember now. Ah, silly me! How could I forget my one and only daughter?" She let out a mrrow of laughter, but it seemed quite half-hearted, as though she knew something that she didn't.

"Why don't you go out to play, dear?" She said, her voice cheerful. Tilting her head and narrowing her eyes with concern, worry filled her.

"But Mama! Can't you see? It's too late for me to be out right now!" She mewed, causing her mother to give her another look of confusion.

"O-Oh. W-well I say! It seems that I've lost track of time! Why don't I tell you a story instead?" She meowed, only causing her concern to deepen.

After a long time, her mother's story ended, and the two curled up next to each other, the warmth so comforting... and yet, a split of pain went through her. Why did this night seem so much more... cold? Scary? Lonely?

As she closed her eyes, she suddenly felt her mother's warmth fading, and her breathing became shallow. Leaping to her feet in fear, she shook her mother over and over, hoping that she was simply falling into a deep slumber, but no matter what she did, her mother wouldn't open her eyes. As her mother's breathing faded, she heard a small whisper, one that felt so, so very heart-chilling. "I love you, Skykit... I love you so, so, so much..."

Opening her eyes, an odd heaviness weighing on her chest, she wondered if that was really just a dream. It felt so real, so painful. Just watching made her want to wait out in anguish, but she hadn't been able to. Shivering, she stood, wanting to go on a hunt to distract her from the weight in her chest.