Warrior Cat RP

Stormclaw

Internally he gave a sigh of relief, if he was honest with himself he didn't feel ready to be a leader especially with no support from another deputy but he was getting the hang of it. He watched Cherrybranch rumble down into the straw "great!... thanks" he said to her, they were going to have to stick together as much as possible if they were to rebuild Thunderclan. As they set off back towards the forest he felt more positive than he had in weeks as he looked at his friends "ready to go have a look at our old home?" he asked.

"No" Cherrybranch mumbled.

Stormclaw

As they neared the forest he breathed in the natural scents trying to rid himself of the two-leg smell. He trotted along heading back to Thunderclan camp, suddenly he felt like they were back in the "good days" on a hunting patrol returning to a bustling camp with their prey but he realised that was no longer true. As they neared camp he slowed to a halt and looked at his friends "you ready?"

Cherrybranch only glanced toward the horizon. Haveing to spend the night in there had given her nightmares.

Leaftail
Now he regretted his reaction to the Winclan camp. The thing was, the last time he had seen it hadn't been long a go, and cats still scurried about. Windclan had hardly been hit when he had ventured back in the middle of the epidemic. They had told him how bad it was elsewhere. "Our home may be destroyed," he said softly to Stormclaw. One two leg home he had seen had reeked with sick scent, but not foaming mouth. It was falling apart, and rats went in and out freely. He had peered in a window from a tree and seen a two leg den, the bed (the two leg thing they made loud sleep noises in) completely ruined. Thin sheets lay scattered and covered with dirt, the mattress on th floor and rats nesting in it.

Stormfur
She caught four more fish, discarding one because of its small size. The other three were decent sized, one particularly large. The large one was a trout, easily offering more than two bites for five cats. She gazed at her catch fondly before kicking sand over it. She slipped after Moonpaw, then took a different route. Finally, she found what she was looking for. The chamomile flowers grew, offering their petals to the sun. She cleanly bit off a few stems, and noted the location. She raced back to the riverbank and deposited the chamomile beside her buried fish. She then followed Moonpaw and watched her technique. It was very good, and she smiled proudly before slipping silently back to the river. Moonpaw hadn't seen her, and Stormfur was surlrised and pleased with her skill.

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Moonpaw

She sat in her tree patiently, there used to be many more birds here but they had learnt her trick of hiding here and now associated it with danger so less came but she caught 2 more before burying them and going on to find a shrew. She headed back to the river with feathers flopping out the side of her mouth and the shrew dangling by its tail. As she arrived she grinned at Stormfur and set down her prey, she'd done well today often she only managed to get one or possibly 2 birds.

Stormclaw

He stepped forward around the corner in the well worn path to see the camp enterance, brambles grew wild around the enterance, he thought of the apprentices that usually would have fixed that and a pain of loss shot through him.

Cherrybranch pulled the bushes around the hollow back to reveal the camp; Torn dens, moss thrown about, rotten prey, and rats.

Leaftail - Thunderclan
He smelled the stench of crow-food. With a bold step, he stepped into the clan's camp and cast his gaze around. His stomach churned. How had it gotten in bad shape? Sickness wasn't a physical storm. He picked up some stale bedding and carried it from the camp. He looked at Cherrybranch and Stormclaw. "Well, it needs fixed up a bit." He smiled sadly, then padded a little further before dropping the bad bedding. He returned, and when a rat scampered in front of him, he pounced and began to fight it. Coming out with just a scratch, he killed it and spat disgustedly. They tasted terrible.

Stormfur
She grinned at the apprentice. "Well done! We will feast today!" She unveiled her own catch. "I watched your technique. Very clever, Moonpaw." Her voice softened when she said this. She picked up the chamomile. "To calm your heart and strengthen your mind." She offered some to the apprentice with a smile.

"Yeah. A bit" Cherrybranch said sarcastically, her past bubblyness gone.

Fuzzystripe paused. "They’re here" he whspered.

Last edited on 2017-03-18 at 05:37:34 by Second Chances🍂

Leaftail
He frowned slightly at Cherrybranch, then pulled her aside. "Hey," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "You okay?" He shook his head, then corrected himself. "No, of course not. Foaming-mouth was horrible. I'm working on making my way forward, moving on from what I saw and experienced." He looked at his paws. "So if I seem to not be here, or have a large reaction to something small, I'm sorry." He shuffled his mottled pads on the forest floor. "But it's important we start to live again." He glanced up and gave her a short smile before returning to working on cleaning up a little. He dragged more bedding out.

Cherrybranch still didn't feel totally reassured, but she picked up a bramble tendril and headed over to the warriors den.

Stormclaw

As he entered camp he was struck by the scent of death that hung here. For a while he just stood there evaluating the damage, the scent and the memories. As Leaftail went to work he spoke up, his voice quietly bitter "Leaftail...Cherrybranch... we can't live here any longer, this is irrepairable... I think we need to find a new place to call camp for now." He looked at each of them maintaining eye contact for several seconds "if we are to rebuild the clans it cannot be here, this place is no longer fit for us or starclan"

Tigerheart

From where they were hidden he watched three thunderclan cats return to their camp, it was clear they had not expected the camp to be so sickened and damaged, Tigerheart himself was surprised and though to himself at least Shadowclan camp doesn't smell like this. He expected to feel good that his camp had survived better than thunderclan's because there used to be such rivalry between the clans but all he felt was sorrow. Turning to his brother he said "ok lets go down and stay by the path, we will pretend we have just come from out camp and haven't seen them. Lets make loud conversation when we get down so they know we're here, they might be aggressive if we surprise them".

Moonpaw

Her eyes widened at the sight of the fish, together they had enough to feed several cats, far too much for just them for today, as she thought that she said "Stormfur... should we look for others that might have survived?... Like from other clans?" Even as a young cat she knew they'd struggle to survive with just two of them once the cold season came. She hadn't ventured far from Riverclan camp in the long weeks she'd been alone so had no idea of the fate of the other camps.
When she was offered the chamomile she thanked Stormfur and looked at her paws, she knew she needed it, her head was all over the place but she was embarrassed. Moonpaw had tried to keep her life together but it clearly showed that she wasn't managing very well so she pulled the flower head off and chewed on it.

Cherrybranch sighed. "We can atleast take the useable parts like brambles and... uh... sticks?"

Fuzzystripe nodded. "Well no cats here! We might as well go back to that one place and make camp!" he said, thinking of an area they had past.