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Camp DADDY WAS DUMB, SAID I'D BE SOMETHING SPECIAL [ CAMP ARRIVAL ]

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
MULBERRY

MULBERRY's icon MULBERRY MULBERRY

ThunderClan
Kit
Gold Star Poster
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Freshkill
90
Nickname
Mulbs
Pronouns
he/they
Moons
4
Played by
Nocthymia
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Amethyst eyes blink at how. . . spacious this place was in comparison to the burrows he'd been hidden in all his life. Even with the high walls that surrounded it, the air was still fresh; the type he only felt when he and his father were travelling to another place. Also unlike his travels, there were so many cats gathered! It would've been a bit intimidating if he was any younger and felt threatened even by the slightest gust.

Mulberry's astonishment is only interrupted by his stomach growling. The kit sniffs the air in search of food ( surely they'd have something in here! ) and separates from the group — patrol? Is that what they'd called it? — that had guided him here. Whiskers twitching, instinct drives their paws to move towards a pile of prey in one of the quarry's corners, just begging for them to take something. . . The chestnut and white tomkit licks his lips hungrily, wondering just what to bite into to satiate his appetite.

OOC // @loonstar ms leader but no need to wait! cont of this thread

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ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
04 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION
penned by nocthymia
 




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It would've been heartless and or foolish of them to leave the kit out in the woods esepcially now that the predators that lurk in the shadows seem to be growing hungrier each and every day, the tomcat follows after the rest of the patrol making sure that both of his children aren't far, and allows a low breath of relief to leave his nostrils. He didn't want either of them to potetially fall victim to whatever dog seemed to have gotten a taste of cat flesh and the thought of losing them is enough for his head to spin in the slightest to which he tires to ignore. His emerald gaze searching for the chocolate tabby pelt of Loonstar only to find the darker one of Owlbark, both of his ears perking upwards at the sight of the deputy, and he speaks "We found this kit out in the forest."

His tail lashes behind him as he watches Mulberry stumble towards the fresh-kill pile and allows a breath to escape him, Blisteringfury isn't a very gentle individual so he decides to report what they had found alongside the discovery of the kit "The scent of dog was nearby where we found him-" A slight dip of his crown in the direction of the bicolored kit and continues to speak, "It'd be wise to send a patrol and make sure that it isn't lingering about within our territory. It might've already had a taste of our flesh and blood... The kit mentioned his dad having been gone for a while." The more morbid thing is spoken under his breath and shuffles his paws not trying to show that he's antsy at the thought of some feral mutt lost within their territory.

To his children, he turns in the direction of Tenebrouspaw and gives her a curt nod as he speaks "Go on and make sure that the kit eats something. We'll head out if Owlbark wishes for us to partake in the patrol." Blisteringfury spares a glance to Torridpaw before focusing on the deputy and leader once more with a frown present on his jaws, the last thing that Thunderclan needed was to deal with a dog of all things especially with leaf-bare just around the corner.

/ speaking to @OWLBARK & @loonstar ; brief mention to @tenebrouspaw
ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?
BLISTERINGFURY
THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​
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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.
 
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You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Copperstorm's golden eyes lingered on the small kit as they walked, each step measured and alert. The little one was hungry.. And without father now. Copperstorm's jaw tightened. Wherever his father was... The dog's scent on the breeze made the answer feel bleak. Still, he tucked away the thought like a promise, he would search, just in case hope still existed somewhere out there. Blisteringfury spoke first, explaining what they'd encountered. Copperstorm offered Owlbark a firm, solemn nod, his expression unreadable but his mind already working ahead. The kit needed warmth. Food. Safety. All things they could offer, all things the clan would see to personally.

His gaze softened slightly as he bent his head to better meet the tiny tom's eyes as he eyeballed the fresh kill pile. " What's your name, kit? " he asked, voice low but steady, the kind of tone meant to anchor rather than overwhelm. Without looking away from the kit, he flicked an ear as Blisteringfury told his daughter to pick something to eat for the child.

" Tenebrouspaw, make sure to pick a piece of prey that isn't too heavy on the stomach. " The protective edge in his voice left no room for argument, this kit was ThunderClan's concern now, and Copperstorm would make sure he survived long enough to understand what that meant, just like he was certain all of the clan would ensure the kit's survival.

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FAITHKIT


A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES
SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 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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Peering your head around the legs of the warriors gathered you fight to try and catch a glimpse of whoever was here. A stranger for sure, even you could tell that someone here smelled different by process of elimination. You're no tracker but maybe you could be proud of this! Anxiety swells in your stomach as you think about some stranger having to deal with so many strange new faces, yours on top of it. Thankfully you were pretty out of it, busy fighting off a fever, when you had joined camp with your siblings and Serpentberry but you doubt that your brothers loved their time here at the start, especially with so many new cats to worry about, or worry of?

To your surprise there's a kit here! You blink a little too slowly, stare a little too hard. Trying to figure out if this was a face you recognize, you find the task to be a difficult one much to your dismay. The tomkit seemed to not really focus on much else though, staring at what you realise to be the prey pile shortly after you turn your head to follow that direction. "Can I help?" You're surprised by your own question, not really enjoying being so forward. Though you had been in his situation before, even if you're certain they will remember this day far more clearly than you had. Toddling towards @tenebrouspaw you blink up at the apprentice. Deciding that she was the most important cat to ask, since this was the job assigned to her after all.
 

I SIP A TOAST TO NORMALCY


More kits. Magnoliapeak finds it strenuous to hide her displeasure as she slips out of the warriors' den at the sound of commotion only to find that it orbits around another orphaned bundle of fur. When Serpentberry had brought the triad of kits to camp it had been inconsequential to her, but more queens had kitted since then and it now felt as if the nursery might burst at the seams. At the very least, some of them might be made apprentices sooner rather than later. And the sooner they can contribute something to the clan, the better. Still, she eyes the brown and white bundle of fur without any semblance of warmth.

"I can take a patrol to search for the dog," she turns to Owlbark and Loonstar, eyes flashing with the hope that she might be able to do something to get away from the smothering feeling of irritation that is prickling under her coat. She even stops short of snapping at Copperstorm for trying to manage what piece of kindness Tenebrouspaw wants to bring back from the fresh-kill pile, though a lofty pitying glance does find its way to the apprentice before her eyes return to the deputy and leader in hopes of confirmation.


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✿ magnoliapeak is a thunderclan storm guard with sharp resolve and strict standards.
✿ 30 moons old, ages on the 11th of each month.
✿ currently mentoring flickerpaw and sandpiperpaw
✿ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically difficult
✿ her parents are hazelheart x bracken. she is littermate to honeysucklecry and hyacinthrain. she is gen 2 on the junipersable tree.
✿ penned by carat, see her tags here.


 
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"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​
an unfamiliar little clump of fur waltzes across the the camp with his eyes on a very enticing prize. confusion settles in a flash of interest across aqua eyes, interrupted by the sound of Blisteringfury's voice rumbling an explanation to her deputy. the spotted she-cat turns an ear in their direction, prying for some context but not so committed as to attend to it with all her focus... instead, she breezes past Magnoliapeak with a small, "Do what you will," and draws herself closer to the hungry kitten.

Faithkit is already here, gaining traction in her confidence as a piece of the clan (which comes as a great relief to Loonstar)... but Copperstorm has already sent a sharp command to Tenebrouspaw (one she is certain will see him snapped at). causing problems with an already unruly apprentice... hmm...

"Before you indulge yourself," she says, fixated on the lick-lipped face of the youth, "Do you have a name?"


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  • loonstar
    leader of thunderclan
    six lives remain
 
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The bicolored kitten doesn't spare a glace to Copperstorm as the tom approaches, his gaze and mind still fixated on all the food in front of him; he'd never seen so much collected at once, his father only bringing enough for the two of them to have their bellies full. The cocoa-furred tom asks him for his name, but the kitten doesn't answer until Loonstar is the one to approach.

Before you indulge yourself, The ThunderClan leader stops them before they satiate their hunger, and amethyst eyes break contact with the prey pile to meet teal eyes. He hadn't realized how pretty much everyone was watching him. . . and self-consciousness catches up to them. "Mulberry," An easy reply to an easy question. He curls his ivory tail around his body, staring up at Loonstar as if asking Can I eat now?

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
04 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION
penned by nocthymia
 

At the sight of the multi-colored tom approaching him, Owlbark felt his anger grow. Not at Blisteringfury or the kit that toddled behind, but at the misfortune they had been handed. First a fox and now a dog. He gritted his teeth at the news. He could only envision their pointed muzzles covered in his clanmates' blood. His leg still ached slightly from the grip of fox teeth. He absentmindedly stretched it behind him as he rose from his resting position to join Loonstar's side. It was a comfortable position to be in, but he could not help but feel the distance that had grown between them.

There was too much to think of to worry about his relationship with Loonstar. For instance, a new young mouth to feed. StarClan blessed them, but also cursed them with the sheer number of kittens they had. ThunderClan would have a steady number of claws when they were of age, but until then they were a liability. He would never turn one away, though. Loonstar shares his opinion and the scrap of fur is welcomed. With that solved, he turned to Blisteringfury, Copperstorm, and Magnoliapeak.

He nodded to Magnoliapeak with gratitude. A sensible and reliable she-cat with claws that struck true. "Blisteringfury and Copperstorm will join you. Take whoever else you please," he meowed. HIs eyes flicked to Tenebrouspaw and his leg pulsed again beneath him. "No apprentices," he growled before turning away. He would not see another young body thrown from unrelenting teeth. Especially Tenebrouspaw. She would make a good warrior if she could get to that achievement.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚
 
You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Copperstorm flicked his torn ear once, his golden eyes lingering on the kit a moment longer, a frown tugging at his muzzle. Part of him hoped they would find the child's parent, though he knew that hope was faint, fragile... Barely alive. Life at this time of year was unkind, and he would not have been surprised if the patrol returned empty-pawed. If that were the case, it would mean yet another kit alone before leafbare had even begun. For now, ThunderClan seemed to be holding its own... But would it manage when the bitter cold set in? Would his own kits--

He shook the thought from his mind, forcing his gaze to Magnoliapeak, the appointed leader of the patrol. A subtle nod acknowledged her authority and skill, she would guide them well. With Blisteringfury, himself, and Magnoliapeak working together, the patrol was in capable paws. If they were to stumble across any predators, they would have fierce opponents. The three of them.

And for now, he knew the kit was in good paws too. Mulberry...

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