⚡️LightningClan: The Fierce and Agile ⚡️Open for Joining!

Hitchpaw was creeping through the Lightningclan territory. He wondered how long it’d been since Drizzlepaw had died. Did the clan sent out search parties for he and Dustpaw?
How was Emberpaw?
His mother?
Hitchpaw frowned as he wondered if he really should return home. He hated it there, he felt unwelcomed and alone.
He stopped when he noticed a she-cat sitting alone in a clearing. He’d never seen her before and figured she was a loner. He didn’t feel obligated to kick her out but he was curious.
“Excuse me?” The young cat mewed quickly.

Juniperkit was running through camp, pouncing on anything that made a sound. She was covered head to toe with snow, leaving only her bright yellow eyes.

Meg was sitting by the nursery, watching the kits of the clan play and explore. The nanny seemed lost in thought, still thinking about her conversation with Eaglestrike. She liked the idea of having kits but she wasn’t sure how she’d be a good mother.

Hitchpaw’s fur puffed up with surprised as he still wasn’t use to sudden kindness from cats.
‘That’s what happens when they don’t know about Crowface, I guess.’
He wished he had been given this kind of kindness as a clan cat.
“Oh I’m...just exploring. I’m...a loner.”

Hitchpaw stumbled on his words as he sat down. He curled his tail around himself tightly, “I didn’t like my home so I left.” He said not wanting to give away his whole life story.
“W-what about you?”

Hitchpaw laid down and rested his head on his paws, he looked at the older cat curiously, “What places have you been to?”

(Here)

Hitchpaw heard this argument before from other loners, “There’s plenty of other clanless forest to live in. Clan cats need territory to thrive.” He trailed off and glanced down at his paws.

"So does everyone, little tom. They are no different. Every cat needs food, water, and safety. Don't you think every cat should be entitled to it, regardless of where they live?" Moira's tone wasn't angry or patronizing. She was calm, but she also knew she was older than this little tom. She'd seen too many cats sacrifice too much for those things she listed. The clan cats weren't the only entities in this forest, and they never would be.

That's fair. I've been incredibly poofy lately too))

"Why are you defensive over the clans? Did you used to live in one?" Moira asked lightly, noticing him getting more agitated.

I'm alive! I have two cats now, which is fun. How are you?))

Woah yikes. I hope that goes well for you! Is it life threatening or just because of arm problems?))

Also do you want to rp Lilystep and Applethorn?))

Dang. I've had a dog drag me before, but never that bad. And I have a starter for him at the top of the page I think!))

Lilystep shouldered her way into the camp, prey dangling loosely from her jaws. Part of her still regretted telling Applethorn about her past, nervous of what the tom world do with his newfound information. She had thrown herself into her warrior duties to try and distance herself from him, hoping to keep their contact to a minimum which was hard when all her heart wanted her to do was be with the tom. She felt as though her mind and her heart were in constant torment, and she was caught in-between the two duelling ideals.

Lilystep glanced up as she heard him approaching,her heart racing as their eyes met. She couldn't let herself slip down this slope, not like this, not ever. She didn't even make it to the freshkill pile, merely dropping her kills in the middle of camp and turning and running back into the forest, her heart screaming for her to stay and press herself against him. Her muscle burned as she pressed onward, tears blurring her vision as she streaked through the undergrowth, her claws unsheathed and tearing into the earth with each step.

Haha me too))

Lilystep new she was beat, the Tom had always been faster than she was, she knew that from the moment she started running. Maybe the truth was she wanted him to follow, her heart finally getting a chance to win over the cold, calculated logic of her thoughts. Feeling his paw bat at her side she slowed to a trite then stood still, her chest heaving as she tried to blink back the tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. "Why me? Why me of all the she-cats?"