Thymeclan New members needed

"Well, he's Wovensight now," said Adderheart with a light purr. In a more serious tone she continued "And I think I have heard about you once or twice. The older warriors and elders still whisper about a kit that had gone missing sometimes. When they think no one is listening." She couldn't imagine what it must have been like right after Smokekit's disappearance. How had Wovensight and Pheasantwing dealt with the constant whispering back then? Then Malvina mentioned Pheasantwing. Adderheart gave a sigh and couldn't quite meet the she-cat's eyes. She wasn't the right cat to tell her this. "I'm really sorry," she meowed heavily. "We have lost her to greencough a few seasons ago." Then she stayed silent for a moment. Even if Malvina had suspected that her mother wasn't alive anymore she still would have to process it. So Adderheart waited a while.

After a while she asked quietly "Do you... want to see where the clan buried her?"

Adderheart gave her a sympathetic look and nodded. "Of course," she meowed softly. "Just follow me." With that she led Malvina through their territory. I just hope no one sees us before we reach Pheasantwing's grave, she thought. She would have to explain to her clanmates why she had invited a loner not only into their territory but also near their camp sooner or later. But she hoped she wouldn't have to do so before Malvina had spoken to her mother one last time.

She stopped when they reached a small clearing, not too far from Thymeclan camp. It was one of the parts of the forest that had the most sunlight and in several places of this clearing some wild flowers bloomed. Maybe those were the reasons why the clan had chosen this place to bury their clanmates. Warriors, queens, elders and even kits. Like Stoatkit who had died just a few days after she was born four moons ago.

"Here it is," said Adderheart after she had looked around for a few seconds and found Pheasantwing's grave.

(Stoatkit was another sibling of Weaselkit but unless someone roleplays her mother it's not gonna come up since the other kits don't really remember the weak and frail Stoatkit.)

(I'm thinking of making another warrior and a loner. I'll post their forms later or tomorrow.)

Mother Dark

"Maybe that could work," said Heronflight. "He would still be our leader not just in name but by still doing ceremonies. I hope that's enough to not make him think that he's being replaced already." As for her fellow elder's next words, she was slightly surprised that Turtlepool seemed to know how many lives Thymestar had. Usually only the leader and the medicine cat knew the exact number. It was kind of a taboo for anyone else to talk about it and so there weren't many cats who actually kept track of their leader's lives. Heronflight thought about it for a moment. "You're probably right," she meowed after a while. "Yes, I remember that too. I hope the clan won't ever forget about that. He may be too old to lead now but he was a great leader and should be remembered for it."

Zz

(Oooh, that would be great if you did. I feel kinda bad for her, though. Stoat was frail and only lived for a couple days, Weasel is a troublemaker and can't sit still, Wolf may have a harder time because he can't smell and Fox is insecure and has little to no confidence most of the time. What a lovely bunch xD)

Adderheart just stood near Malvina, but far enough to give her some space. "Tell me when you're ready to see the clan," she had told her right before the loner had sat down at Pheasantwing's grave. Once the loner was ready they could think about the next step. How would the clan react to Malvina? Was there even anyone who would recognize her? Wovensight wasn't in camp right now unless he and Snowdapple had already returned when Adderheart met the loner. And Nightwhisker was training Silverpaw. Maybe Thymestar would remember the former Smokekit? But he seemed to forget more and more. It would be easier to talk to him if he had his deputy at his side. Adderheat could only hope that some of the warriors, queens and the elders would be willing to listen to her and Malvina.

"We slayed the fox, everyone!" Yowled Weaselkit, loud enough for the whole camp to hear. "No one can beat the strongest warriors of Thymeclan!" She looked at the others who had all played their part in defeating the "fox". "So what are we gonna do with it now?"

Foxkit let go of Honeypaw's tail. "I hope my warrior name won't be Foxeater," he meowed.

Wolfkit grinned at Foxkit. "But if this were a real fox you would have bitten its tail of", he teased. "Thymestar will name you Foxeater and there's nothing you can do about it."

 

Silverpaw gave a quiet frustrated hiss. He nodded at Nightwhisker's words anyway and walked over to the bushes. At least trying to stalk through them wouldn't be entirely boring. One wrong move and he would warn off whatever imaginary prey he was stalking. "Alright, here goes nothing," he meowed to himself as he dropped into the hunters crouch, not a super perfect one but again it as better than the previous one. Okay, careful but not too slow, he thought as he began to move forwards through the bushes. It was a good enough start and while his posture still felt a little bit off to him it was enough to get this task done without messing up. And he would stalk through these bushes without making a sound. As much as he hated it, he had to improve his technique. Just two more moons and there would be new apprentices. And not just that, Silverpaw would be halfway through his training by then. There was no way that he would still show no improvement until then. Especially because he didn't want to think about the possibility of Coalkit and the others becoming better at hunting than him in their first moon of training. As the deputy's apprentice he couldn't allow that. So he just kept at it, focusing on stalking correctly. As much as he wanted to just jump up and crash through the undergrowth he knew he couldn't do that. Silverpaw was a fast cat but not even his fastest clanmates could catch their prey just with speed alone.

Almost done! He was almost outside of the bushes now. For a moment he just sat still, than he pounced on the imaginary prey, angling his jump so that he wouldn't accidentally make the leaves rustle.

Weaselkit nodded eagerly at Wishkit's words. "Of course! That's what I expect from the warriors under my leadership!" Then she turned to Gazekit. "Uh... the fox tried to claw my ear of, I think."

"No, Wishstar lured the fox to us so she led us to victory," meowed Wolfkit. When Weaselkit glared at him he just laughed. "You're more like her deputy or something, Weasel-uh... upstart." He laughed even harder when his sister hissed a "How dare you!" as she walked over to the nests Gazekit had prepared. Then he remembered that he had "injured" his left paw when Honeypaw had "thrown" him off and held it up. "Oh right, I can't stand on that paw right now, " he meowed, trying his best at a somewhat pained expression.

Foxkit looked back and forth between Weaselkit and Wishkit. Was he supposed to support his sister or accept Wishkit as their "leader"? It was all in good fun but he still didn't want to accidentally disappoint either of them. To his relief Gazekit chose that moment to come over to them. "Uh, I think I'm fine", he meowed. To Wishkit he said "We can search the camp for any more foxes or other dangers, right? So our medicine cat can work on those two."