Private Backwritten Camp INFECTED BY THE SOUND = [ serpentberry ]

[THUNDERFLASH]

His pawsteps are quiet as they carry him towards Serpent's den. All in all, a very familiar place at this point in time. About a week spent laid in these nests at this point, even if he tried his damndest to leave them time and time again. Thunder's ears twitch as he entered, baby blue eyes adjusting to the light. The kits are somewhere in the den, he's sure, so he ensures careful steps to not bother them. It's late, just past when the sun dips down below the horizon, and it's cloudy out. Peaceful, all things considered, if not chilly from the lack of sun today.

Serpent is doing.. something- whether it's sorting her stocks or laying around her kits or staring at a wall, he's not entirely sure as his vision is still adjusting. "Serp'." The instant he speaks, its clear his voice is more serious, stern, then normal. This is no time for jokes. Quips or chirps, maybe, but he's not here to cause an uproar of laughter like he was known for being good at. "Wanted t' talk to y'." He requests, softening his tone a bit, trying not to come off angry. Juniper's eyes are still haunting him as he speaks, but he knows he has to approach this topic delicately.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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  // @serpentberry
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[serpentberry]

It's a downright hassle to tame three kittens in time for bed - perhaps it is a gift from StarClan, an apology for allowing her mate to be stolen from her so soon, that she manages it every night. Her little slithering beasts thrive in their warm nest, festered with feathers and moss. She watches them, a habit born of fear admittedly. As if one day, they will stop breathing. As if one day, a shadowed claw will come and tear one right from her. The sun has since set and she is still sat in silence, watching little chests rise and fall... Thunderflash's voice startles her, and she makes a show of it by jumping, and then looking down her nose at the tom and his more-than-usual tough voice.

"A knock would've been nice, you common hound," she chastises him, finally pulling away from her baby's nest side. "I should hear you howling next..." she tries to play off her frustration, but still, his downturned expression tells her that now isn't the time to play games.

"What is it, Thunderflash?" she murmurs, sitting closer to her den's entrance, hoping to give her kits as much space as possible. "Storm Guard life not treating you well?"

[ figured we could bump this up to more recent times!! hope u don't mind! <3 ]

 

[THUNDERFLASH]

His head ducked, admittedly, in a bit of guilt. He could have warned her better on arrival, especially since the young ones were easy to get rambunctious again. A breath left him as he stood straight, somber expression replacing that of guilty as she caught on. Eyes drifted to the side, his throat burning with the thought of the new title. Responsibility. He turns, sitting with her, vision staring out of the entrance and down into camp. It's dark, moonlight barely catching on the sparse growth in the gorge. ".. You n' Ghost both, with th' dog teasing. I really remind y' both of tha'?" He questions quietly, but it's rhetorical, already moving onto the meat of the conversation.

"'s no' that." He responds. Truthfully it hadn't been that long since he had accrued the title, and so far, it wasn't much different to what he had been doing. Leading patrols and giving people 'orders', really... he was asking them. Not that difficult. "It's wha' I did at th' border." His voice drops quieter, ensuring no one but Serpentberry would hear. "Attackin' Sablestar like tha'. Bein' blamed left n' right for losin' territory." His disposition sinks a bit more. "Tellin' Junie to her face tha' I intended on killin' her mate." That is like a brand, the anger in her eyes, the fear in her eyes as he said that... Thunderflash shakes his head, trying to be rid of it.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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  // thats totally okay!!
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty one moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.