Open Camp you have arrived at your destination! [open/late arrival]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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OOC- you can skip to the break if you don't want to read through it all, since the first bit is really just for @THUNDER ! TLDR is; the two of them show up to camp a few hours after everyone else because Thunder was injured and Ghost was trippin' :)

As the hours ticked by, Ghost slowly began to feel more like himself. His thoughts were no longer racing. His heart beat steady in his chest. He was in better touch with his senses, no longer bouncing between hypervigilance and struggling to smell or hear the right things– the real things.

The cobwebs had thankfully stopped the bleeding along Thunders side and face, which slowly brought Ghost down from whatever wretched panic he'd been trapped in. Enough to finally take proper stock of himself and his surroundings. Various wounds from Halfys fight stung, but non moreso than his ear. It throbbed mercilessly in the cold air even with the cobwebs Thunder had forced him to put on it, half gone after the shecat was through with it.

'At least she lives up to her name.' he thought with bitterly.

Aside from his injuries, which were mostly superficial save for the ear, he'd also been sound enough of mind to piece together everything that had happened in the last several hours.

First– and arguably most important– the immediate threat of Sable and his usurpers was gone, the cats having fled after Hawthorne nearly killed the tyrant. They were presumably off hiding somewhere liucking their wounds, which had given the remaining colony cats enough time to treat their wounded and bury their dead.

Second, Thunder was probably going to live. Ghost had seen enough injuries in his day to know that the other was showing signs of improvement now that they were resting and not actively bleeding out, but depending on how far and difficult it was to get to this new territory, that could still change.

And lastly, the afterlife was apparently real.

He still wasn't sure what to do with that one. Didn't even know if it applied to him since he wasn't with these cats. But it left him with something to think about if he ever wanted an existential crisis, so he kept it tucked away at the back of his mind, filing it away under 'likely not relevant'.

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When the colony finally left for their new home, Thunder and Ghost did not follow right away. The dark tabby made them wait until he was sure the others wounds wouldn't break open during the journey before tracking the others down, a feat that wasn't terribly hard given the fact that it was an entire colony moving through one area. More than once Ghost had been tempted to try leading them off track, wondering if it wouldn't be better to just leave and avoid whatever mutiny would come next, but he didn't.

Definitely not because Thunder would hate him for it.

"Bit more spacious than a log." he muttered, a joke between the two of them that wasn't meant to be overheard by anyone else.

Dark eyes looked around the ravine, nodding appreciatively. Tall, steep ravine walls kept the worst of the wind out, and were high enough to ensure a broken limb from anyone trying to climb in. And it was more than spacious enough. The walls even had deep gouges in them too, perfect for cats looking for shelter and a place to set up a nest.

"It's a good place. Easy to defend." he observed a bit more openly, definitely an upgrade from the last camp. A much safe option for what was left of the colony- Thunderclan, now.
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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[THUNDERFLASH]

☆ While he had forced Ghost to treat his own wounds, he was forced to rest and wait. Lay and wait. His paws itched at all moments to follow after those loyal to Hawthorne and Juniper. Eventually he had settled and rested, much to Ghost's appreciation likely so. A nap was well deserved, after he was stable enough to rest without Ghost blowing a lid, and boy, was it needed. He had woken refreshed, for the most part, only complaining once or twice about the wounds. Then, they were moving.

Now is where the fatigue settled in, but he made it all the same, trusting Ghost's paws to lead him exactly where they needed to go. Not one did it cross his mind that Ghost would lead them astray, something that he'd have to come to terms with later in the future. But now, they approach the yawning split in the earth, and his eye went up- the other still wrapped with cobwebs- and uttered something of a curse or rather. "Aye, jus' a bit." Thunder said, a ghost of a grin on his lips. "Maybe I can finally no' be jammed into a corner." He said back- teasing, he was teasing him.

He hummed in agreement to what Ghost said as well. Threats. Thunder should have known that it would have eventually found him. War, bloody war, murder and battles- but he had hoped differently. He had told Ghost as much, too. He stepped past Ghost, his tail tapping his shoulder lightly- as much contact as he could force upon the other without pushing too many boundaries- before he lifted his voice to anyone in camp. "Hey! Sorry m' late. Almost died, y'know how it is." His eyes snapped around, trying to catalogue who was here, who was still alive. Who wasn't in.. Starclan. "What did we miss?"

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ITS TIME TO DO IT NOW ☆ AND DO IT LOUD

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• THUNDER he/him, future 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.

 

[Thornstar]

"Stars above, you're both alive." Hawthorne does not mean to greet them with such shock and exasperation but after having done several headcounts over the course of the past few hours he was at his wits end wondering where several of their clanmates were; the easy assumption was they had joined Sable and fled but there were several he could not imagine having turned so easily from empathetic sensibilities. Among them was primarily Thunder, he did not want to be unkind when he thought it but Ghost had always been so quiet and mysterious it was hard to tell what the tom was thinking at any given points whereas the ruddy brown one was more likely to wear his heart upon his sleeve openly and with little regard for how he looked to others.
The lynx point heaves a sigh that is finally one of relief as he gives a tired smile - the dark tom's commentary earns a chuckle, "Compared to the last place? I would say so. Get him over to my den, Serpent is there and can make sure nothing is infected or going to fall off suddenly." The horrors of it. His ears flick as he nods in the direction of the den in question, expression softening, "I am glad you are both alright. You missed quite a lot but-we can explain it all soon. Get some rest first."

 

[serpentberry]

Serpent would bet her life that her children fear her fury right now, their kicking and rolling causing her more trouble than its worth. Yet progression has hardly made itself clear yet, as she meanders about, checking on bleeding ears and (oh, stars) a lost eye. Perhaps they are throwing a tantrum that she is not stilling right then and there, allowing them to exist in due time and see the world through newly-made baby blues. She has more to worry about - and given the state of the ruddy-furred tom, she's glad she's not stopped yet.

"Alright, c'mon then!" she stands by her makeshift den, leaning on it as another contraction leaves her. Fatigue lays evident in her features and her good nature seems to slip away - a tail twitch summons the toms closer, "I don't want to see another star-flecked body for moons, now. Hurry up!" her tone remains clipped, however beneath it there is a layer of relief. Maybe not joy, for injuries without herbs can prove difficult in their own way. But happiness that both of them not only survived, but found ThunderClan in the end.