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[DRIFTINGSUN]

A yawn splits from his jaw. It's an early morning, and quite frankly, it is freezing. Driftingsun eyes are half closed as he pads from the den in the early morning chill, his tail curled close to his side. "Stars." He whispers in exclaimation, tilting his head to the lightening gray sky. The sun is rising, sure, but the cloud cover causes him to feel even sleepier then he does. A shame, too. Not even a warm rock to curl up on. Regardless of what he may feel at the moment, the Clan keeps moving.

It's like a beating heart, he reflects. His paws carry him to the freshkill pile, one that is thinning, in interest of a meal before his day. A small one. Driftingsun does not need to fed heavily, no. Just enough to keep his muscles alive and his own heart beating. Right, back to that thought- the clan. A beating heart, with blood moving through it's limbs, the head. His eyes spy up towards Loonstar's nest, but he departs that thought. Dimmingsun settles with his morning meal, leaning down to begin defeathering the small bird. He wonders if a proud apprentice caught this bird. He thinks of the caretakers, any young that may appreciate the downy feathers as a gift (or a toy.)

A smile graces his face as he eats, grateful for the meal he has picked regardless of it's origin, and continues to marvel quietly at the way it all functioned. Beautiful, almost, like how bird song was just meant to be.

_______________________ WHO DO YOU NEED? ☼ WHO DO YOU LOVE? _______________________

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• DRIFTINGSUN he/them, thunderclan warrior, fifty three moons.
  ☆ a blue cream charcoal rosette torbie x chocolate solid chimera with low white and unnatural soft purple eyes. of average height but incredibly long, with a winding-esque body and a soft smile.
  ☆ mentored by no one / mentoring no one
  ☆ no siblings or parents played
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by laevatein ↛ laevatein_arx8 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ ref image by laevatein (yours truly!)

 

[FALSEKIT]

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To Falsekit, Thunderclan was nothing more than a collective of cats banded beneath the same tapestry of leaves and boughs. They existed as they were - living, breathing animals, but separate from each other. At least, that was how the kitten viewed it. They hadn't the ties that a born-Thunderclanner would have, so they drifted between the same faces and same voices, never quite attached to them the way that their denmates seemed to be. The young morning's chill wafted along Falsekit's fawn-hued pelt, like it quietly howled a lullaby to him, a repose for the world that still began to wake. Falsekit often wandered the camp alone, away from the rough shoves and bellowing words of the nursery. They stopped by a certain cinnamon-and-chocolate warrior, greyish-blue eyes trained along almost leonine curls of fur. "Hello, Driftingsun." The fawn tortoiseshell kitten dipped his head to the warrior, as if chanting some practiced apothegm, a recited phrase regurgitated from what polite society taught him. "Can I sit besides you?" He had gathered that turn of phrase from a prior interaction, and usually, cats responded favorably to it. There was little reason for Falsekit to believe that Driftingsun would behave otherwise.

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FALSEKIT​

—— AMAB Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
—— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
—— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
—— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
—— Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.​

Penned by TEMPEST

 

[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) the stocky tabby emerges from the warriors den with a ruffled pelt which she quickly turns to smooth down. the chill is second nature to her, and thanks to her thick fur, she is protected more or less, but there is some sympathy cast driftingsun's way as the tomcat reacts to the cold. "brisk out, ey?" the storm guard notes, shaking her pelt out and bending into a deep stretch. this kind of chill always permeates her bones, making them brittle, her muscles tense even as she sleeps. a rigid stretching routine gets her back to normal, and she goes through these with ease, practiced at it. the dark tabby follows the warrior towards the kill pile, selecting a small mouse to chew on. she is not in the habit of eating before first patrol, but her meal last night had been meager, and her stomach complains, paws slightly trembly, and so she figures she might as well.

seeking company is a habit, and so she trails after driftingsun absentmindedly, nodding to the indigo eyed warrior as she settles a few tail lengths from him. tearing into the mouse, hazelheart encounters stringy meat, but enough to sustain her until sundown, or whenever she would next find a moment. "you got a early patrol this morning?" she asks, voice raspy before she clears her throat. the pattering of small paws causes the golden eyed woman to glance up, and she smiles softly at the approaching child. falsekit has always been a bit of an enigma since the late serpentberry had brought them and their siblings to the clan. the child is quiet and reflective, but not unkind or rude as some children are. vaguely, the storm guard wonders if the presence of serpentberry further into their life would've created a different sort of kit.

it hardly matters now. the feline blinks at the dapple pelted kitten, sweeping her tail as if to welcome the child in. "good morning, falsekit," she murmurs, returning to her mouse. after a swallow and a brief breath, she asks, "do you have any plans for this morning? how fairs the nursery on this cold day?"

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

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  HAZELHEART 🜲 tags / toyhouse
  
  🜲 trans molly (she / her) / bisexual, widow of BRACKEN
  🜲 66 moons old, ages realistically
  🜲 storm guard of thunderclan
  🜲 mother to MAGNOLIAPEAK, HONEYSUCKLECRY, HYACINTHRAIN
  🜲 mentoring TBD / mentored by none
  🜲 penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold

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[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 05 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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You find yourself following the well worn areas of camp, where the majority of the clan walk to the point of wearing down the snow. You're convinced that if you stray from these areas that you'll get stuck in the fresh mounds. Would they find you? Or would you become an ice cat before then, thankfully that's a worry you rarely have to concern yourself with. Especially not today as you trail after Falsekit, not stubborn enough to demand he wait for you but when your lungs start to burn you make an extra point of projecting the wheeziness in your breath. You arrive to stand beside Hazelheart, blinking up at the sun as it makes an appearance for the day.

"Why do you patrol so early?" Wouldn't everything else be tired out there? You couldn't imagine having to wake up like this every day. Well, maybe you could deal with it but you doubt it would make you appear so content like Driftingsun is with his morning prey. Your nose wrinkles and your stomach makes it presence known with a small rumble, even if you had eaten recently your stomach has began to morph in demand as your body has started to grow into it's adult form.

"Oh and um goodmorning" you add on afterwards, a lot quieter than your blunt but confused question. It was the polite thing to do right? To give such pleasantries anyways, you show your littermate a wobbly smile and move to bump your shoulder against theirs. Though in reality it was just a way for you to rest your body weight, growing fatigued far easier with how tricky it was to walk in the snowy terrain.

 

[Brackenpatch]

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Another morning, another day of work. The clan didn't stop because it was cold outside...though selfishly part of him wished it would. The night had been a particularly cold one, one of the unfortunate perks to being a young warrior...sleeping on the outskirts of the warriors den nests. He couldn't complain too much though, even with the downsides of his nest, it came with the unleashed freedom from being an apprentice. Owlbark had assigned him to a patrol this morning, so he wouldn't be cold for long. Soon he would be hurrying through the forest, the rush of blood warming his bones.

The chocolate splashed warrior slipped from the den, giving his pelt a good shake to try and warm himself up the best he could. Blue eyes spot Dimmingsun and Hazelheart huddled over pieces of prey, with Falsest and Faithkit. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he got closer. His stomach grumbled angrily as the tempting smell of prey touched his nose, but he swallowed back the desire. One look at the thinning fresh kill pile was enough to tell himself to wait until he was out on the patrol. It was still very early in the morning, and there were more kits that needed fed than he could count...they would eat before him. He had eaten a decent portion last night anyways. "Mornin' everyone." the young tom would greet as he grew closer to the group. "I don't know about you lot, but I'm ready for newleaf." Anytime one was able to see their breath, it was too cold.

The fawn cream tortoiseshell that was standing beside Hazelheart asks why they had to patrol so early. Brackenpatch finds himself exposing his teeth as a yawn comes. If he were the either of the two kits, he would be taking advantage of being able to sleep in while they still could, at least while its cold. They had to be close to becoming apprentices by now. "The forest's a mighty big area to patrol. Best to start early in the mornin'." His gaze begins to wander, and he finds himself looking at Dimmingsun's bird. "That's an awful good lookin' bird. Hopefully there'll be more out there today."

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BRACKENPATCH

WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN
he / him, amab
14 moons old, ages on the 31st.
Snow x Hershy, littermate to npcs
mentored by Flashstrike, mentor to none

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by Icey !