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TEAM THUNDERCLAN

ame

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It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness, that is life.

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ballad; [open!] Jan 27, 2016 23:46:30 GMT

Post by ame on Jan 27, 2016 23:46:30 GMT

“

JUNIPERNOSE

One more soul to the call, for all, in silence comes
Two more souls to the call, for all, and in time

The sand that lined the floor of ThunderClan’s camp was pleasantly warm, heated by the light of the newleaf sun. Junipernose lightly dozed off to the side of the camp, tail curled around her paws as she savored the warmth of the sand and the sun against her blue-grey fur. She had found a wonderful spot- a long-reaching fern leaf blocked the sun from her eyes, and she was out of the way of the warriors padding back and forth while attending to their duties, though she could still feel the muffled vibrations of their many pawsteps through the sand. Her green eyes flicked open every once in a while, and she bid each warrior and apprenticed that passed her a ‘good afternoon’ with a smile and a flick of her ear.

After several long minutes of this, however, the queen sat upright. While her nap was pleasant, the idea of sleeping all day didn’t appeal to her- though her previous mentor Oatfur insisted she take the time to relax. She was relaxed though, just tired of napping all the time.

Junipernose stood and leaned forward, stretching her hind legs one at a time- first the left, then the right. She purred loudly as she did so, the resulting vibrations humming through her body. Much more laying around and she swore her legs would start to cramp. She needed to move around, even if it was only around camp.

Another cat passed by her and this time Junipernose opted to pad up to them, her ears pricked and eyes bright but inquisitive – ‘mind if I join along?’ was her intended question, but she knew not everyone was the best at guessing what she was trying to communicate. No harm in trying though, she always reasoned.

NOTES;

Open to any ThunderClan~ she'll approach pretty much anyone!

Quixotic of GS

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ballad; [open!] Feb 20, 2016 8:27:29 GMT

Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 8:27:29 GMT

If the day that currently graced the Forest could be described in one word, it would have to be 'wonderful'. New-leaf was in full swing, vibrant greens in every shade hanging from every branch and fresh crisp forest scents spilling into the camp from every direction. Clear azure skies hung suspended above the tallest canopies, broken only by the skirting of the occasional fluffy cloud. Under the golden beams of the sun, the ThunderClan camp was a bustle of activity. All around, warriors and apprentices filtered in and out of the entrance. From weary paws returning from patrols or carrying fresh-kill to the ever growing pile to still bodies lounging about sharing tongues, all was as it should be. Vibrant amber eyes took in the full scene of her Clan at peace, affection sparkling within the golden depths like the most precious of gemstones. For Peachpaw there was truly no sight she enjoyed more, and for once the usually hyperactive little molly just sat still and let the peace roll over her figure. It felt good to get out of the Medicine Cat's Den for the moment, or at least until Blueberry deemed fit to beckon her again. The scents of Blueberry's herbal stores still clung to the bright ginger and white apprentice's fur, in particular the lavender and burdock root that had to be restocked earlier that day. And what fun that had been! Somehow, Peachpaw had managed to turn the search for herbs into a game, her imagination painting out secret pathways and hidden caverns that kept her from her goals. The stores had been restocked, and an adventure had been had all in one.

And the day hadn't even fully begun before it was over. Who knew what else lay in store?

Dainty little paws shuffled upon the sandy bed beneath them, creating little trenches in the dust and staining the normally pure white fur and soft pink pads a dusty shade. Once or twice, a warrior passed by her position, offering a general greeting before slinking away to do something or other. Something that didn't involve a medicine cat apprentice. A slightly annoyed little look crossed the normally upbeat apprentice's features, the tip of her ginger striped tail twitching in the dirt. She'd been sitting beside the entrance to the Medicine Cat's Den for a short time now, hovering just encase Blueberry needed something, but so far she hadn't heard her beloved mentor's voice calling for her. Curiously, she peeked towards the entrance of the den, staring into the opening with baited breath and perked ears. One second, two seconds, three... silence. A light little groan escaped the apprentice then as she moved her gaze back to the main camp, gracefully raising herself upon all fours. If Blueberry needed her for something, she wouldn't be far. She just had to stretch her legs for a moment. So without further adieu, the ginger and white tabby all but bounced away from her sitting place to head into the heart of the camp. The warm sand and soft silt felt soothing beneath her pads, little paw-prints left in her wake. Among the moving river of bodies, Peachpaw felt most at home. Familiar scents attached to names she knew by heart mingled in her nose, pelts both wiry and soft meshing against her own with every step she took, and cheerful greetings ringing out as she passed by. Peachpaw's heart swelled at each moment of contact and each casual word, the widest kitty smile dancing across her features while her eyes sparkled with stars all their own. This was her Clan, the cats she adored with all her being. What better place was there for her than right smack dab in the middle of them?

A sudden figure approaching from her right had her pausing mid-step, dainty little head turning to regard the familiar blue-gray form of Junipernose. The sparkle in Peachpaw's eyes brightened, her smile seeming to stretch that much more as a purr began to vibrate through her chest. Not missing a beat, she padded forward and pressed her head against the molly's shoulder, eyes closing in bliss as she was surrounded by the familiar soothing scent flowing from the queen. When Peachpaw had still been in the Nursery, before Lilysong had claimed the black-sheep kitten as her own, Junipernose had been one of her more favored playmates. Not even twenty moons old when she'd first been approached by the tiny kit, Junipernose had been forced into the Nursery thanks to a sudden loss of hearing from some ear infection or something. At least that's what Peachpaw had been told. She couldn't hear anything anymore, but that hadn't been a problem for Peachpaw. A physical creature by nature, Peachpaw didn't need words to express herself; happy, sad, or playful, she wore her heart on her sleeve. Which was extremely helpful when it came to 'speaking' with Junipernose. Her affectionate greeting over, the lithe apprentice bounced around the queen in one full circle, pausing in front of the older molly to rub her head beneath the tortoiseshell's chin. It wasn't often nowadays that Peachpaw could see the young queen, especially with all that had happened as of late. Now was a perfect time to catch up, was it not? Disengaging from the attack of affection, the apprentice stepped away, reading the inquisitive look on Junipernose's face correctly. With a nod and a gesture of her head, she invited the queen to join her. Join her to where? Who knew! That was the beauty of adventures, even if said 'adventures' were just around camp.

But as she turned to start said 'adventure' with Junipernose, her small form hit a solid wall of muscle. A little squeak escaped her, amber eyes closing in shock as she was bounced back from the force or impact. Just as she usually did whenever her clumsiness caught up with her, she recovered quickly, lighting her amber gaze upon whoever she'd bumped into with an apology on her tongue... only for it to turn to ash in her throat. Joy and optimism eternal fled the apprentice in a rush, leaving behind a cold numbness and timidity in its wake. She crouched down into a ball instinctively, ears plastered against her head and eyes wide as she stared up at the massive form of none other than Stoatclaw himself. Her biological father. The tom's only gaze was hard as he stared down at the child he disowned, a growl rumbling from his throat that made the molly flinch. [ ~~"Can't you even watch where you're going, or is that beyond your comprehension as well?!"~~ ] he snarled as Peachpaw slowly backed away from his personal space. Of all the cats to bump into, it had to be him...

Maybe she should've stayed by the Medicine Cat's Den with Blueberry...

WORD COUNT: 1178
TAGGED: ame
NOTES: poor peachy! rescue her! </3

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 8:47:28 GMT by Deleted

TEAM THUNDERCLAN

ame

Founder

It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness, that is life.

209 posts completed

ballad; [open!] Feb 28, 2016 5:18:12 GMT

Post by ame on Feb 28, 2016 5:18:12 GMT

“

JUNIPERNOSE

One more soul to the call, for all, in silence comes
Two more souls to the call, for all, and in time

It had been none other than Peachpaw that the queen had approached, and Junipernose couldn’t be happier to see the small ginger she-cat- especially so soon after her being named medicine cat apprentice. Junipernose couldn’t have been prouder of the kit she’d watched grow up during her time in the nursery. She thought fondly of Peachpaw, as if she were the little sister she never had- not that she was seeking to replace Jayheart and Thistlefang, of course, but Peachpaw had always been a ray of sunshine in her life, and certainly kept her pleasantly occupied while she was in the nursery.

Junipernose could feel the apprentice’s purr as she pressed first against her shoulder and then under her chin; the older she-cat responded in kind with her own purr and pressing firmly but gently against Peachpaw’s pelt, appreciating her warmth and affection. She was glad to see the apprentice understand her inquisitive gaze, and was more than prepared to follow her wherever she pleased.

The queen had hardly taken a step when Peachpaw turned smack into a warrior. Her expression was first one of concern for the she-cat, wondering if she was okay, but quickly changed as her eyes met the form of Stoatclaw, a tom that Junipernose was unpleasantly familiar with. She didn’t need to catch the words on his tongue, the snarl on his lips told her everything she needed to know. And while she wasn’t afraid of the burly tom, she could see Peachpaw flinch out of the corner of her eye.

As quickly as the pregnant queen could she stepped between the warrior and apprentice, ears turned back and a warning growl rumbling in her throat. Her green eyes narrowed, regarding him coldly. Junipernose had never been a vicious cat, but righteous anger, when warranted, was a strong suit of hers, and she wasn’t shy about letting the object of her indignation know it.

Deciding after a long moment she had gotten her point across, the queen gently nudged Peachpaw away from the warrior with her shoulder, and flicked her tail sharply- a warning for the tom not to follow them.

NOTES;

@hawkpaw with Peachpaw
Junipernose loves Peachy too much to let that slide <3 also I tried not to powerplay either Stoat or Peach, so lemme know if this is okay~!

Quixotic of GS

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ballad; [open!] Mar 11, 2016 8:14:01 GMT

Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 8:14:01 GMT

Seconds seemed to stretch into hours the longer that vicious amber gaze remained on her. Part of her wanted to run, wanted to get as far away as possible from that gaze that set her fur on end and made her feel smaller than an ant, but another larger part of her was frozen to the spot she crouched in. This was why she tried to avoid Stoatclaw as much as possible. By now they were starting to attract the attention of other passersby, warriors who stood by Peachpaw whose own gazes were no doubt digging into the dark shaded tom that towered over ThunderClan's darling medicine cat apprentice. Watching and waiting, almost daring the dark brown warrior to make a move towards her that could be even mistakenly read as threatening. But Junipernose wouldn't wait for that; in a flash, the pregnant molly became a barrier between Peachpaw and her father, her stance aggressive and a loud growl rumbling from her throat and chest. The warrior himself snarled in surprise at the sudden intrusion, that hard gaze that had rooted Peachpaw to her spot turning to glare daggers into the cold and unrelenting gaze of Junipernose, his claws raking against the earth while his tail lashed behind him. Peachpaw felt her heart drop from her chest at the display. Stoatclaw wasn't stupid, he was in the middle of camp staring down a pregnant queen - a queen that carried the newest generation of ThunderClan warriors - surely he wouldn't attack Junipernose. The tom had been getting more brazen in his distaste of Peachpaw, though... who knew what he was capable of?

A few more tense seconds passed by before the warrior seemed to break out of his anger and realize the predicament he was in as well. That hateful gaze broke away from Junipernose's long enough to notice the few cats watching the interaction with sharp interest and narrowed eyes, and with that he seemed to come to the decision that it wasn't worth it. With another snarl, he turned his bodice and began to stalk away. [ ~~"One day this Clan will know exactly what your worth, Peachpaw. One day they'll open their eyes."~~ ] was the statement he threw over his shoulder before moving off, and Peachpaw felt relief swell in her chest as he vanished into the throngs of warriors that surrounded them. The others who had been watching the interactions carefully slowly returned to their duties, though they threw a couple of glances towards the two mollies just to be certain Stoatclaw wasn't going to return. Junipernose's gentle nudging brought the apprentice back into motion, making her raise to her full height before being led away to a safer distance. With the threat having passed, Peachpaw's mind went from a fearful frenzy to a despairing curiosity. Just why? What was it she was doing wrong that made Stoatclaw treat her like she was hardly worth his time? When she was a mere warrior's apprentice under Gophertooth, he had all but ignored her. Him and Pearpaw and Kinkpaw that was. But the second the news of her rise in rank had hit the camp suddenly he was everywhere - snarling in her face and spitting curses in her direction whenever he passed by. Day by day it was getting worse too, to the point where Peachpaw couldn't leave Blueberry's den without running into the tom or his insults.

Such as this case in point.

Peachpaw wasn't expecting much in terms of a relationship with her biological father when she accepted the position of medicine cat apprentice. In fact it was one of the farthest things in her mind. When she accepted Blueberry's offer, she had only been following the pull of her heart and soul. This was where she was suppose to be, not in the Warrior's Den, and she knew that. But when all was said and done she did wonder if her new position would spark something in her biological family that could bring them back together. It did spark something alright, just not a good something. Junipernose's tail flicked in warning in the direction the tom had headed towards, and Peachpaw leaned into the queen's side for comfort. Her own tail drug the ground and her kitty smile was no where to be seen, the incident having stolen her once endless optimism for the time being. With pleading eyes, she turned her gaze to Junipernose, attempting to catch the gaze of the molly who had become like a sister to her with her own, a single question lingering in her amber depths.

"What did I do wrong?"

She wished someone would tell her, because then she could fix it... and maybe Stoatclaw wouldn't hate her anymore.

WORD COUNT: 793
TAGGED: ame
NOTES: short post is short... but emotional. ;-;