Open Event ThunderClan RiverClan ShadowClan SkyClan WindClan Nor the hand that is healing, nor the nameless grave 🪶 Sneaking out

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

{$title} Having overheard the goings-on within the clan, a band of too-young Thunderclan cats leave the camp alone to seek herbs from around Fourtrees to try and help. Thunderclan cats seek to find their missing young, and other clan cats stumble upon the strange sight of kittens having left the safety of camp.

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

The apprentice hummed a little song absently, walking slowly with his friends at his side. None of them had headed out of camp like this, but it was important! He planned to leave alone, but Hopekit had noticed and worried about him going out of camp all by himself, and Rattlekit asked sweetly if they could too! And well, he couldn't say no! It was fun after all, an adventure with a friend, an important one too.

"We're looking for the pretty red flowerths, remember!" He chirped, sniffing around, he only knew what poppies were cause Serpentberry gave just a few to Icekit to help with their paw when they first came to Thunderclan. He hadn't had the chance to go training or anything with his mentor yet, cause she wasn't feeling well, so Boarpaw wanted to help. That's what a good apprentice does after all.

Though there was a pang of nervousness, constantly looking to the smaller kittens. He had only just been apprenticed, and he felt like he towered over his friends. It only made his resolve to keep them safe stronger, as if he didn't have an ounce of training to keep any of them safe. But that was fine, no one would be senseless enough to attack an apprentice and kittens.

But as the three carried on forward, they made it to the huge trees, Fourtrees, ones he had only heard in passing from the other cats. "Woah..." He sniffed the air, it was nothing like Thunderclan now, but instead a weird muddle of scents he couldn't pinpoint. It was strange, but the place was almost awe-inspiring.

"Didn't your familieths uthse to live here?" He wondered aloud, looking to his friends with a tilt of the head. Everything that had happened here preceded all of them, so it was strange to stand there not knowing truly what happened. Especially to himself, he had no ties to Thunderclan except the kindness of them to take them in, but he was so woven into the clan with friends and a mentor, it wasn't like he was wholly outside of it anymore.

But with every rustle of leaves, the muddling of strange scents, and the pressure of keeping Rattle and Hope safe, quickly did the nerves began to writhe within the apprentice. For a moment, there was a dread that he may have acted wrong. Maybe they should head back?..

No, no, if they did, they'd get in more trouble since it just looked like they snuck out for no reason! If they came back with poppies or something, they couldn't be mad. He nodded with that resolve, digging his nose into some random plant. Boar had no idea what most of them did, so if he found a nice-smelling on,e that should be good enough.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• Tagging @Rattlekit @hopekit but anyone can reply!!
• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1

 

[hopekit]

Hopekit was very, very nervous, but not as much as he would've been if he'd gone out without Boarkit– no Boarpaw. He still hadn't gotten used to his friend's change of name. It felt sort of like there was a distance between them now, that wasn't there before. More than just the physical one. And besides, they did need herbs, right? For Rowanpaw and Serpentberry? He thinks so anyway. He startles as Boarpaw speaks, then nods vaguely.

"It is, yeah," Hopekit replies. "Uhm… I wasn't alive then… but bad things happened here, I think. Mama doesn't like to talk about it."

He startles again when Boarpaw suddenly shoves his face in the nearest flower– "Boar! No, wait–" he bumps his forehead against his shoulder trying to push him away from the flowers. "Don't…! We don't know which ones are dangerous, so we shouldn't get stuff in… in our eyes, or mouth… we can use our claws to cut them and carry them in a leak or something… that'll be safer."

 

[F l e a p a w]

-

The air was sticky with heat, mud squelching under her paws as she cut a path through the marsh. She wanted to peek at that large tree again, where she learned the colony that ShadowClan split from.

By the time she reached the thunderpath, her pelt was speckled in bits of leaf litter and plastered flecks of muck. Her eyes darted both ways before skittering across the black path. The trip from there was a toss-up between sparse fields and forest that she figured must be along the edge of ThunderClan territory. She could see that large tree from a distance, its branches reaching up to touch the sun. If she wasn't so damn put off by falling Fleapaw would've been tempted to climb it.

Nearing the clearing beneath the tre,e she stopped to gawk at it again, blinking up into the branches. A pair of voices distracted her, ears twitching at the sound of paws tromping through the undergrowth.

Fleapaw ducked instinctively behind cover, peeking through a blinding of leaves. A patrol—er no—there looked like kits. Her nose twitched—ThunderClan from the smell of them.

The bigger one with them had tusks, or something close to them—jagged teeth sticking out of his lower jaw. She bet he could really mess someone up with those, shred 'em up real good. She wished her teeth would grow like that…

She wanted to ask him how he got his teeths to grow like that buuut…it didn't seem very ShadowClan-like to get friendly with them off the bat. Fleapaw sprang out from the brush and perched herself atop a large stone, squinting across the clearing with a scowl. "Hey you! Yeah you, bunch of ThunderClan babies!" She barked. "What do you think you're doing here, huh?" She puffed her chest out a bit more, just to make sure she looked extra tough.

That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood

FLEAPAW

9 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

She's got the hottest trike in town

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

The pretty little purple flowers Boar went to sniff made him wince just as fast as Hopekit tried to nudge him away. His eyes watered as he tried not to gag at the wretched scent, he screwed his eyes shut and shook his head, mouth watering as if his breakfast wanted to escape. "Don't touch or sthmell thothse flowerths!" He spoke with a grimace, maybe he should be a little more careful, like Hope said, and maybe he should have asked Serpentberry or Rowanpaw what sorts of plants are dangerous...

He swallowed hard, feeling a little lightheaded from the nausea of the terrible smell, but he could brave it. Especially as something dark red darted from the corner of his eye. Instinctively, he stepped in front of Hope and Rattle, more than prepared to have to take on a fight he was nowhere near prepared for.

Until confusion knitted across his face. He expected something or someone big, scary or just... Anyone older-looking than the trio. And yet, standing on a rock, puffing out her chest, seemed to be a cat about Boarpaw's age. Though then again, Boar wasn't exactly the size of a 6 moon old cat, it was kind of obvious next to the other, older apprentices. So of course, Boar looked around, expecting maybe some of these cats' friends were around too, and yet. Noone.

It took the apprentice another beat to clock the floppy eared cats tone, she was trying to be powerful, but if she was newly apprenticed too then her confidence was something Boar looked up to (only because she was stood on a rock did he literally have to crane his neck to look up at her). He glanced at his friends, before speaking.

"We're looking for herbths." He hummed, still confused. "...Why are you out here alone?" His eyes scanned the cat, she seemed frail, and her paws were frankly caked in mud and leaves. She wasn't a Thunderclan cat, clearly, she even said as much. Boarpaw squinted at her, taking one step forward to try and figure out what seemed oddly familiar. As his nose cleared up from the wretched scent of the flower, something acrid still clung to the air, bitter and foul.

Then, it hit him. That night, he and his family dumped on the Thunderpath, he could remember one scent on the air other than the tar and pine, and it clung to this cat. There was a cold feeling that ran down his spine as his ears flattened, and a little fur stood on end. "You're a Sthadowclan cat, aren't you?" His head tilted a little, for the fear that began to cling to his throat, there was curiosity that was more than evident in his eyes. At least he had a good reason to be there, though why she was was another story.

He stood with wide shoulders, trying to feign bravery too, he didn't trust that there weren't other cats around, he was in charge of keeping his friends safe, and he would try his best to keep that promise.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1

 

[hopekit]

There aren't a lot of things yet that Hopekit is sure of. He's not sure what happened here in this clearing, for example, but he knows one thing. It was Shadowclan's fault. They started it. They did something that made his mother upset. That made his friends upset. So when a bad mouthed, bad smelling cat jumps out of the bushes like an angry squirrel, he is not very impressed at all. He guesses immediately where she's from, just from the distaste in her voice when she says the word Thunderclan.

"Yeah, she's Shadowclan alright... Who else would try and chase cats off territory they've got no claim to?" he says to Boar, shaking his head. He ignores the angry squirrel completely. "Come on, it's not worth it. We're trying to help out, not cause more problems."

 

[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

It's a nice day for fishing, she decides. The river is so calm and clear that Russetfall can almost see the bottom perfectly. The fish are practically leaping out of the water begging to be caught and the Life Guard is more than happy to oblige to fill her belly before too-high voices faintly reach her ears over the sound of the river.

Her concentration is broken- a rust red paw slapping the water far too slowly to catch the fish she'd had her eye on just a moment before. ...Kits? They were too far away to be certain, but they didn't sound like Smoke's little band of three. Lichen's kits were far too young to be able to make it this distance as well, she was sure.

An uncomfortable feeling- some sort of tightness in her chest that leaves her heart beating faster- grips the warrior and with a soft curse she abandons her fishing to gather what she can only assume are Riverclan's wayward youth. She was going to give them all an earful.

"Goosekit, Duckkit, just what do you think you're doing? Willowburn will-" The red warrior pushes her way into the clearing and the lecture dies as quickly as it had begun when the four kits before her are clearly not from Riverclan at all. Three smell of Thunderclan; the fourth is unfamiliar to her but she recalls Adderfang mentioning an encounter with a Shadowclan to her while she was still in the medicine den and that seems to be the most logical conclusion in her mind.

An exasperated sigh leaves her and the warrior steps closer to stand between the two groups of kits, tail lashing irritatably. This was the last thing she needed. Better to break up the kit's arguing now before one of them got too rowdy. "Where are your parents? Haven't they told you it's not safe to wander the forest alone? A fox'll eat you all in no time at all."

ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE

RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
#8a2c55

 

[Rattlekit]

RATTLEKIT, 04 Moons, Thunderclan Kit // He/They // #ffa34c
Smoke torbie / Chocolate lynx point chimera with low white and amber-yellow eyes
Son of THORNSTAR and SERPENTBERRY, littermate to LEAFKIT and THISTLEKIT
Full of mischief and curiosity! Rattle doesn't always do the right thing but always does what he thinks is right.

---

Rattlekit was ecstatic he'd been allowed to come along with! Since it was with a bigger, older cat then he was then surely it was fine right? Nevermind the fact that Boarpaw was still only an apprentice they were big enough that to Rattlekit they felt like a Warrior already! When he pointed out to Rattlekit and Hopekit that they were looking for the pretty red flowers the young tom would give a brisk nod, he had seen them before in the medicine den since a lot of his youngest moons were spent around his mother, Serpentberry. Surely the red flowers wouldn't be too difficult to find!

When the trio came across the huge trees Rattlekit would stop next to Boarpaw for a few moments in shared awe-- He hadn't been to this part of the land before only ever hearing stories from the older cats about it. He'd wiggle his nose as he tried scenting like how Boarpaw did but none of the smells felt like the familiar of ThunderClan. Rattlekit seemed to flinch slightly at the question the Apprentice asked him and Hopekit, he seemed grateful that Hopekit answered first, Rattle's gaze never leaving the large trees as he listened. "None of the older cats seem to like to talk about it very much" He agreed, his tail flicking with a frustrated curiosity.

His demeanor perked up again a little bit though when Boarpaw shoved his face in the nearest set of flowers only to recoil away as Hopekit encourages that they use their claws to investigate plants rather then their whole face first, Rattlekits' tail tip shakes as he laughs lightly "Hopekit is right, you don't wanna go getting sick!" Before they could discuss it much further or find something to carry stuff with though Boarpaw moved to put himself in front of the two younger cats...

Rattlekit's neck, back and tail fur bristled as he looked up to the strange cat who had pounced up atop a stone and barked down to them, Boarpaw would answer her question but returned it with the same. Unlike them this cat seemed to be all alone, or at least was at the moment... When Hopekit and Boarpaw commented about this new face being a ShadowClanner Rattlekit would hiss like a snake, his back arching and fur fluffing to make himself appear bigger then he actually was, claws sliding out ready for a fight. He had heard lots of things about ShadowClan and none of them had been good. Hopekit says that it's not worth it but just as Rattlekit opens his jaw to disagree another cat appears!

This one was clearly a full grown Warrior unlike the rest of them here but their scent was new to Rattlekit, not ThunderClan nor ShadowClan-- He had heard the other ThunderClan cats talking about there being other clans but hadn't gotten to meet many cats outside ThunderClan's camp yet due to still being too young to do so. His nose twitching towards the chocolate tabby he could mostly note that they smelt like fresh water. When asked where their parents are Rattlekit would glance to Hopekit and Boarpaw, still on alert because of the ShadowClan cat but he seemed a lot less hostile towards the older cat even if they weren't ThunderClan. "A fox!? Where!" He would try to hop in front of at least Hopekit protectively, spinning around on the spot as if trying to catch a glimpse of any further danger.

Who knew trying to collect some red flowers would become this complicated!

 

[Heartkit]

HEARTKIT OF THUNDERCLAN

" Hello! "came the cheerful cry of Heartkit, her eyes bright and wide with wonder as she popped out from a bush, hackles raised in excitement, tail held high like a proud banner. Of course she had followed her brother. She'd seen him leaving with the others and couldn't understand why they hadn't asked her to come too! Clearly, they had just forgotten. And to make sure they didn't feel bad about it later, she followed them!

" Oh! Hello! I'm Heartkit! " she announced proudly, her voice ringing like a birdcall as she turned to the unfamiliar cat with a wide, beaming smile. " You're so pretty! But you smell funny! I don't know that smell! " she added with a curious sniff at the air. Then, with a delighted bounce, she bounded over to Hopekit and bumped into him with obvious affection. " Hopekit! " she giggled, tail flicking. " I'm glad I caught up with you guys! What are we doing? " She glanced eagerly around the group, her paws practically vibrating with excitement. " Are we looking for shiny and pretty things here? I don't think we should look for foxes! "

Here I am, so young and strong——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— Right here in the place where I belong

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

"But the flowerths, Hope..." Boarpaw huffed, side eyeing the strange-smelling cat. "We're not gonna get in no fighths, don't worry." He assured, it wasn't like the pint-sized kitten could do much against him, even with basically no training, she looked like she was barely out of the nursery herself, his size alone would be advantageous enough.

Though Boar's fur stood on end, hearing a much older voice approaching. Less worried about the cinnamon kitten, he turned to face whoever it was; a new scent, strong and unfamiliar, filled the clearing. He looked up, ears pinned back as if he were even somewhat dangerous. Though he frowned, his gaze met the strange warrior with a sigh. "I wisch I could sthee my mama."

His eyes narrowed a little, going to add something else before the stranger mentioned a fox, sending Rattlekit into a fit of fear. He glared at the warrior, before gently nudging the kitten with his nose. "There'sth no fox, promisthe!" His eyes flickered back to the weird-smelling cat, not sure where they were from, speaking only briefly to them. "You're not helping." He muttered, trying to stop Rattlekit from panicking, his stomach churning, how much trouble could he get into if he brought Rattle home terrified.

But Boar felt his face fall, hearing the sound of Hopekit's sister out of nowhere. "Heartkit?" They squeaked, eyes widening before sighing, standing closer to the increasingly growing group of kittens he found himself looking after. "You only justht caught up? You coulda gotten hurt..." He gently nudged Heartkit, too, sighing begrudgingly.

"We're looking for herbths and flowerths, but we got interuptted." He huffed, again side eyeing the two strangers. "Sthay, why are you here?" Boar questioned, turning to the cinnamon kitten and the tabby warrior.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1