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thunderclan leader

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 5, 2014 3:50:57 GMT -8

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Blizzardstar had been silent ever since leaving the Gathering, which was something rather unusual for the usual chatty tom. He had thoughts and feelings tumbling around in his head, worry and concerns on the brain about what all the changes meant for his Clan. Lynxstar had been a fake, not having the nine lives of StarClan. Tallstar had known, and had kept the secret to keep an alliance with RiverClan. Perhaps not all hope was lost for Tallstar, then, if he was willing to go the distance to ensure an alliance to keep his Clan safe. Littlestar was possibly sick or otherwise preoccupied, leaving Whitesmoke in charge of the Clan. Supposedly, of course. He didn't really know what the other leader was up to, and could only hope it didn't effect ThunderClan too much. Whatever Littlestar was up to though, Blizzardstar had a feeling it wasn't anything good.

The biggest change, though, was the announcement of the new leader in front of everyone present. He'd thought it would be Silverfur, the cat to announce that Lynxstar had lied about his leadership. StarClan had apparnetly chosen her to reveal the truth, so it was an obvious assumption. But no, it had been Milkfur, a warrior Blizzardstar had seen around but not spoken to. She'd once kept a RiverClan patrol from shredding a barely-out-of-the-nursery apprentice that had wandered over the border, and he'd never forgotten that. He could only hope Milkstar would make RiverClan stable again. Not too stable, of course. If ThunderClan could gain from this in any way, he'd do it.

ThunderClan's leader entered his camp where the ones who'd stayed behind waited. Some asked for news, but Blizzardstar passed right by them and leaped to the top of the High Rock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here beneath the High Rock for a Clan meeting!" he called loudly. If anyone had been asleep, no doubt the summons would wake them. If not from his voice, than because of their Clanmates. He didn't want anyone to miss what he had to say. No doubt they'd hear about it later from everyone else, but he wanted get everyone's opinions.

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 5, 2014 10:27:22 GMT -8

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the patched warrior had just gone out and explored the borders when the clan was out at the gathering. his whiskers twitched with excitement as he inhaled the still smoke stained shadowclan land. the ashes caught onto his white underbelly, and he looked at the land, deplete of prey and herbs. poor shadowclan his heart went out to the dark warriors. secretly, he hoped that he would get caught across the border by some pretty she-cat, but he realized that they were all at the gathering. with a sigh, he returned and laid on sunningrocks, his fur warming up before smelling the scents of returning warriors. better catch some prey, or blizzardstar will have my pelt! he said cheerfully, walking through the snow-covered forest before easily catching a mouse and then returning back-- just in time for the meeting.

hey blizzardstar! what's up? how was the gathering? he pipped up, excited. he knew that he still smelled of shadowclan, riverclan, and thunderclan mingled together. but he couldn't help but to smile at the leader and cock his head towards the side, and grinned cheerfully and micheviously. the warrior didn't have regard for borders-- he liked to live on the wild side. but that's just the warrior he was, the troublemaker, but no cat could deny that he was bad company, or that he wasn't loyal to thunderclan-- through and through.

Wolfpaw ♪

thunderclan mca

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played by: Kat

Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 5, 2014 14:03:47 GMT -8

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"i wouldn't recommend changing things too much;
unless you know what you're doing...
They aren't really comfortable with things they don't know.
Everyone has a fear of the unknown... but then again, do we really know what much now??"

She had been day-dreaming of climbing up trees and racing through the branches. Wolfpaw was excited about finally learning how to climb from Paleflower, and had been practicing at least a couple times each day whenever she had a break. It was so amazing, to see the Clan from up high in the branches. Sometimes the little apprentice wondered why they hadn't spent more time in the trees... She had also had to good fortune of finding cobwebs more easily as she gained more access into the tangled mess of branches, perhaps for spiders to hang their webs between. Her dreams took her to great heights as her subconscious mind wandered to even flying like a bird.

Her eyelids were becoming heavy, and the gray she-cat let out a small yawn as she got ready to drift off into sleep, curled up in the apprentices den with plenty of new lessons to stock away. Her muscles relaxed, her fluffy tail wrapped around her, she was nice and cozy and ready for a good rest. Yet, just as she began to drift off to sleep, she heard a familiar voice ring out to the Clan. Her pale yellow-green eyes opened slowly, and peeked out of the entrance to the den to see that Blizzardstar had called a meeting. How exciting. She hadn't been able to tag along to the Gathering, oh, but surely this would be just as interesting.

Noting to keep her excitement in check, the optimistic little puff of fluffy fur padded out, making her way toward highrock and sitting down a bit of a distance away. She could heard just fine, and she figured that the warriors and elders would like a spot up close. She kept quiet, wrapping her tail around her paws and keeping her eyes fixed on the leader. She wondered if it was about the lack of prey and herbs in other Clans, and if he was going to propose helping. She even considered bringing up the trade idea, but... He would probably be more willing to listen to Doeeyes, and she should check with her mentor beforehand anyway.

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 5, 2014 14:41:56 GMT -8

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Frogpelt was just drifting off to sleep when the summons rang. Groaning the tomcat pulled himself from his slumber and dragged himself into the clearing.

Blizzardstar better have a good reason for dragging us out from our slumber. The tom thought grumpily.

Yawning he took a place amongst the gathering cats. Two of which were Patchcloud and Wolfpaw. Frogpelt blinked the sleep from his eyes and whispered to Patchcloud. "Any idea what's going on?"

Patchcloud was more smooth than Frogpelt was. The young tom was tired that he was yawning every couple of breaths. Why did he have to stay up so late? He had done it before when he sat for his Warrior Vigil, but this time it was different. The tom looked at his brother who looked more wide awake then he did.

Of course. He's the energetic one. And most certainly more lively than I am. I guess that's what happens when one flirts with others/

Frogpelt was often trying to get his mother back to the Clan safely and with a secret agreement between him and Milkfur the tom hoped that in one of his mother's deliriums, she would not expose that secret. Frogpelt did not want to get in trouble with Blizzardstar if the older tom found out about it. But what happened at the Gathering that made Blizzardstar seem so... unlike himself? Normally he was chatty and outgoing, but now he seemed quiet and reserved and, one could say, distant.

Something must have happened. The Gathering had to have failed. Maybe the other Clans declared war with each other? What could have happened?!

It was definitely apparent that something was wrong and that made Frogpelt a little more wide awake than he had been a few moments before. He definitely wanted to hear what happened.

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 5, 2014 17:06:03 GMT -8

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Spinning Wheels

So give me something to believe

Within the green and golden expanse of a rather grandiose nest, it's walls bursting with tendrils of moss and grass as it attempted to contain its owner, a pile of ivory stirred. Brilliant green eyes, their depths mimicking the cool green of the forest at dusk, flickered open from beneath a firm brow. The warrior's defined muzzle lifted languidly, dissolving itself from the white form to become distinct once more. Ebon rimmed lips parted as a flush tongue rose to press against the roof of the tom's maw in a deep, bellowing, yawn.

It took but a moment for the world to right itself once more. As the pieces fell into place within Snowfoot’s drowsy mind Blizzardstar’s call suddenly became a siren’s song in the night. It meant that not only had the cats returned from the gathering at last, but something had happened of importance enough to garner an announcement. Even more startling was the hour to which they had arrived. From what the sluggish warrior could tell it had only been a relatively short while that the moonly meeting had taken place. Did something disturb it all and send everyone running home?

Finally, with a great sigh, the feline found his footing and emerged from the nest's crumpled depths. An amble alabaster paw lifted to sweep nonchalantly over his ears, and the ruffled fur of his nape, before resting once more upon the well-trodden earth of the warrior den. With the ease of many moon's practice he wove his way through the scattered nests, careful to avoid stray tails as Snowfoot sauntered to the den's entrance.

As his eyes adjusted to the outside world he took a moment to assess the state of those who had already gathered. Patchcloud, the notorious troublemaker, was settled besides his brother. Even from this distance Snowfoot distinctly detected a fresh mixture of ShadowClan and RiverClan wafting from the other. A smile curled at the corner of the white warrior’s maw. Continuing through, his glance also took in the tiny form of Wolfpaw. She was settled a good few fox-lengths away from the stone, and bit off on her own.

For a moment he contemplated settling himself besides her. It could disrupt the usual way of things after all. Medicine cats and their apprentice tended to remain aloft from the rest of the warriors. StarClan, and the knowledge of healing, kept the groups distinct and different, and emphasized the fact by demanding celibacy. Yet, should that really get in the way of friends and family?

Shaking his head to dispel the taxing thoughts, he sauntered over to the molly. After dipping his head respectfully, the olive eyed cat gave a warm smile before settling neatly besides her. Behind him his tail fanned out, thick and white against the forest floor. It was only then that he trained his gaze upon the leader, tilting his head to the left in curiosity.

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Blizzardstar

thunderclan leader

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played by: Shiny

Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 6, 2014 17:31:00 GMT -8

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His Clan gathered around the High Rock after the summons. The first cat he saw come towards him was Patchcloud with a freshly killed mouse in his mouth. Blizzardstar could only pray to StarClan that it was a ThunderClan mouse and he hadn't caught it on another Clan's territory. Especially not ShadowClan. They needed all the prey they could get. He'd tried punishing Patchcloud for going over the borders, but it hadn't worked. He'd have to try harder then. Continually going into enemy territory unchecked sent a bad message to the other Clans, that he couldn't control his warriors. It was partly true; he couldn't control their actions, only their punishments.

The second cat who appeared was Wolfpaw, the medicine cat apprentice. She appeared from the apprentice's den, the one where the warriors-in-training usually slept. For a moment, Blizzardstar felt the father inside of him appear. Were one of the apprentices sick? What if it was one of his own kits wasn't feeling well and he hadn't known because his responsibilities as leader made him not pay attention? He sometimes had difficulty juggling his parental instincts and the duties given to him by StarClan. He'd check on them after the meeting; as much as he wanted to leap from the High Rock and demand that his family was alright, this came first.

Then Frogpelt and Snowfoot appeared from the warriors den, one far more alert than the other. Amusement at Frogpelt's stumbling made his whiskers twitch, but that was all. Frogpelt joined his brother Patchcloud at the front of the crowd and Snowfoot joined Wolfpaw at the edge. They mumbled amongst themselves, wondering what had happened to the Clan. He raised his tail for silence, which slowly came about. "For those of you who are wondering why we might be back so early, the simple explanation is that the Gathering ended early. Now, which news should I give you first: Tallstep of WindClan becoming Tallstar of WindClan? Lynxstar's deception and subsequent death at the paws of StarClan? Or that Littlestar had 'other duties' to attend to, leaving Whitesmoke to lead ShadowClan to the Gathering?"

He lashed his tail a little, fur still ruffled at the disrespect Littlestar had for the other Clans. She was a leader, by StarClan. Whatever she'd had to do could have waited until the end of the night. Despite Blizzardstar's own wanting to rant about ShadowClan's leader, he decided on the news as he'd received it. "Okay, first things first: Twilightstar fell into the gorge that marks the border between WindClan and RiverClan. Quillfur was rejected by StarClan, leaving Tallstar as the sole authority of WindClan."

He wasn't sure how that worked, but he wouldn't have asked even if he'd wanted to. What goes on between StarClan and a Clan leader was private. He paused for a moment to let his cats absorb that. And the pause had nothing to do with the sudden tickling at the back of his throat that signified a cough wanted to escape.

Leopardheart

thunderclan warrior

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 7, 2014 21:05:17 GMT -8

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Leopardheart

Better stand tall when they are calling you out, don't bend don't break baby don't back down...

The sound of pawsteps alerted a uniquely spotted she-cat. The gathering was over far to soon, from what Leopardheart remembered. Those were the days Leopardheart was always wanting to go to the gatherings but now she rarely went. Tonight, however she wished she would have went. From the looks on the cat's faces who did go it was a rather strange one. Though something was off, very off. The cats who normally came back from gatherings were usually loaded with chatter but tonight they all had a haunted look in their eyes.

Leopardheart was in the middle of grooming herself and stopped midlick as Blizzardstar called a meeting in order and quickly flicked her tail and listened to what her leader had to say. The pretty she-cat cocked her head as Blizzardstar said it out. Leopardheart didn't know what to think about the news. How could a medicine cat become leader of a clan? That hadn't been heard of before. Leopardheart flicked her ears as she looked around to see what her clanmates reactions were.

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paleflower

thunderclan warrior

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played by: sparkie

Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 7, 2014 23:24:09 GMT -8

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Jan 7, 2014 23:24:09 GMT -8

Paleflower stayed at the back of the crowd, admiring the strength and size of her leader. She was impressed with him. He'd made Thunderclan strong and safe, a clan a cat could be proud of. She would happily serve as his greatest warrior until she died. Even when he smelled like the other clans, fishy, swampy, and rabbity, he still smelled overwhelmingly like Thunderclan, overwhelmingly like home. Maybe it was the other cats, her clanmates, the cats she'd grown up with, cats who's scents she knew like her own, who's lives she took part in, who she'd trust with her own life, that was making her feel so warm and safe. But either way, she muffled her purr, wrapped her tail closer to her feet and watched Blizzardstar as he began to talk about the Gathering.

And her contentedness faded into horror. She leaned closer to her brother, using his larger body to shelter hers as Blizzardstar taunted them with information. What had happened at the Gathering?

Littlestar, she didn't know much about. Like most Shadowclan warriors, their leader kept to herself, and Paleflower really had no interest in the other clans anyway, not unless they affected her clan directly. And missing a Gathering would affect, Thunderclan, especially if Shadowclan had angered Starclan enough to rain wrath upon all of the clans, not just the one deserving of it. She shivered, fearful. The clans had already seen what Starclan could do when razzled.

She didn't really bother to listen to what happened with Tallstep or Tallstar now. He was Windclan and Starclan had chosen him, that was the important part. He was doing as they willed, probably wouldn't be punished. Even Lynxstar had already suffered his penance, dying by Starclan's claws. They were not the immediate offenders, not the ones causing problems for the rest of the clans.

"Blizzardstar, Blizzardstar." She called, trying to be heard over the whisperings of the other cats. "What about Shadowclan? How is Littlestar to be punished?"

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 11, 2014 20:26:38 GMT -8

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i guess we'll find out soon, dear brother! he said cheerfully, but he couldn't sit still. the excitement was pumping through his veins, as he listened carefully. For those of you who are wondering why we might be back so early, the simple explanation is that the Gathering ended early. Now, which news should I give you first: Tallstep of WindClan becoming Tallstar of WindClan? Lynxstar's deception and subsequent death at the paws of StarClan? Or that Littlestar had 'other duties' to attend to, leaving Whitesmoke to lead ShadowClan to the Gathering? he noticed the lashing of blizzardstar's tail as well as his ruffled fur and patchcloud's face danced with amusement. his own leader was annoyed! and it was't him this time. oooh a medicine cat as a leader, how exciting. he spoke his thoughts loudly, the warrior had no filter, as his eyes widened at another voice that came from the back of the clan.

blizzardstar, blizzardstar, what about shadowclan? how is littlestar to be punished? his eyes turned to face the beautiful she-cat, and he let out an audible purr as he walked closer to her, ignoring snowfoot as he dipped his head in an exaggerated movement, blinking his green eyes as he said slyly, who cares about shadowclan and their dark hearts. it's best if a pretty she-cat like you doesn't taint yourself with their plagues.. but if you're curious, i could take you near the border and we can call out for their names. he smiled, and gave a little chuckle as he wrapped his tail around her shoulder before whispering into her ear, after all who ignore such a pretty she-cat like yourself? i know that i can't.

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 12, 2014 14:58:18 GMT -8

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it's not like I'm walking alone

into the valley of the shadow of death

Elkstride found he couldn't recall the last time he had seen his leader so quiet. Though Blizzardstar had only led them for a number of moons, he was seemingly ever-talkative, always with a friendly word on the tip of his tongue - in a word, Elkstride's polar opposite, and it was strange to see the younger tom looking as dour and stoic as he himself normally did, but given the current circumstances, he couldn't say he blamed him. It had been an eventful Gathering indeed, one he doubted the rest of the clan would be pleased to hear about, but he knew they all needed to be informed; he didn't need to be a medicine cat to smell misfortune bearing down on ThunderClan like a pall, and all that really remained was to wait to see what form it would take, to hope it wouldn't be anything they couldn't endure.

And so he followed Blizzardstar and the remainder of the returning cats into camp, a silent force as he crossed to the foot of the Highrock, his only visible reaction to the cats around him to briefly fix Patchcloud with a hard look when the scent of other clans wafted off his fur in passing. For some time he had been willing to put the smaller warrior's foolish indiscretions down to youth, but his persistent lawbreaking and seeming inability to learn from Blizzardstar's punishments troubled him. There wasn't a hint of malice in Patchcloud's heart, he knew as much, but these were things he should have learned as an apprentice, and he sincerely hoped Blizzardstar would put his paw down firmly soon, for both the Clan's sake and Patchcloud's own.

Now was not the time to focus on that, however, and Elkstride took a seat at the foot of the Highrock, slightly apart from the rest of the gathering crowd, turning his pale eyes upward to hear Blizzardstar's words. He chose to begin with WindClan's recent change in leadership, and Elkstride's thick tail lashed in tandem with the pale tom's own, expressing his discontent. He had nothing against Tallstar - the tom had been a very able medicine cat from what he had seen - but a medicine cat taking the role of a leader, which by its nature required the knowledge of a fighter, not a healer...he could see unstable days ahead for WindClan, that much was certain.

His attention was drawn away from such matters when Paleflower spoke, however - followed by Patchcloud, on whom the enormous warrior turned his unflinching gaze, speaking for the first time since the meeting began.

"All cats, regardless of their sex, should be concerned with the affairs of other Clans." There was no anger in his rumbling voice, but nothing soft either. "And you would do well to mind their border, Patchcloud. The fire has left them desperate." He flicked his ears, his stare unrelenting. "There is no honor in taunting a wounded rival, particularly one who, at the moment, has done nothing to wrong you."

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Wolfpaw ♪

thunderclan mca

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played by: Kat

Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 12, 2014 15:49:32 GMT -8

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"i wouldn't recommend changing things too much;
unless you know what you're doing...
They aren't really comfortable with things they don't know.
Everyone has a fear of the unknown... but then again, do we really know what much now??"

Wolfpaw listened as Blizzardstar explained the situation. She listened as he explained the fate of WindClan first, with Tallstar as their new leader. He had been a former Medicine Cat, and all the little gray apprentice could think of was how she would never be prepared to step up like that, no even in one hundred moons. She thought that it was a noble decision, to take the place, but also knew that it could be potentially very difficult on him. Inside, she wished him the best of luck, and hoped that no one else would be forced into such a position again. It was going to be a lot of hard work, and it seemed as though many would judge him as weak or docile from that point on. She had not met him, but from her experience, Medicine Cats did tend to be more docile and willing to appease.

The gray she-cat's ears perked as she heard Paleflower chime in. The silver she-cat was the warrior who had helped her learn to climb, and she had been working on that whenever she had some spare time. The question about ShadowClan seemed like a good one, and the apprentice was eager to hear about their neighboring Clan, hoping that they would be able to pull together after the fire. She got ready to speak up as well, but noticed that Patchcloud had walked over and tried to speak with Paleflower, using sweet compliments and offerings in an attempt to flirt with her. The younger cat couldn't help but frown slightly as her Clanmate disregarded the well-being of a more crippled Clan for the sake of impressing another, and tried to bite her tongue, especially with Elkstride commenting back, but-

"StarClan intended for there to be four Clans in the forest," Wolfpaw added as well, speaking in a soft tone as her voice seemed barely audible above the other whispers and noises, "We are to care for one another. While we may have our differences, especially with ShadowClan, their health is of our concern when they are in great danger. Not all ShadowClanners have dark hearts, and even those who do deserve some sympathy."

With that, she decided that now would be best to propose her idea. Tensions were only going to rise, and she couldn't wait to run things by other cats if Littlestar wasn't even well enough to show up to the Gathering herself. She could only hope that her mentor would forgive her for speaking out, and that she would be taken seriously regardless of her young age. She took a few steps foreword, and peered up at her leader with determination in her usually clouded or distant pale eyes.

"I would like to propose that we offer some trades," the small apprentice explained, trying to speak up a little, "It is my belief that our wealth is fickle, and that keeping it to ourselves will anger StarClan or our fellow Clans. We should offer to help them out now, while we can. There are new leaders, and making good impressions on them can help form alliances for moons to come. If we help ShadowClan, we will further prove that ThunderClanners are noble cats, and that reputation will help us for a very long time."

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paleflower

thunderclan warrior

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played by: sparkie

Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 13, 2014 0:23:03 GMT -8

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The suspense of waiting for Blizzardstar to answer was making Paleflower even more tense. She just wanted to know, no she needed to know, what would happen with Shadowclan. She whimpered, almost silently as other cats around her whispered amongst themselves. She heard faint purring and, too caught up in her own slowly growing fear, thought it was Snowfoot trying to comfort her.

"Who cares about shadowclan and their dark hearts. it's best if a pretty she-cat like you doesn't taint yourself with their plagues.. but if you're curious, i could take you near the border and we can call out for their names." Patchcloud appeared next to her and Paleflower realized it was him purring, just as he dropped his tail around her shoulders. "After all who ignore such a pretty she-cat like yourself? i know that i can't."

Paleflower turned to him, a smile blooming across her face. "How kind of you to offer, Patchcloud. I never could have worked up the courage to go straight to the border by myself, but with a strong young warrior like you, well. How could I refuse?"

She liked the handsome tabby tom. He was young and silly sometimes, but he was also very friendly and very kind and she liked that. He was fun to be around too but sometimes, he got to be a little mischievous. He probably needed his brother to watch out for him, just liked she needed Snowfoot. They were very similar. And right now he was quite the welcome distraction.

Her attention was quickly diverted, too soon for her liking, by Elkstride and Wolfpaw, both of whom scolding Patchcloud for his words. Paleflower wanted to laugh a little, at Patchcloud who'd gotten himself in trouble yet again, and at the other two, for being so uptight that they couldn't recognize a joke.

Instead she focused on Wolfpaw who was... suggesting a trade?

"It is my belief that our wealth is fickle, and that keeping it to ourselves will anger StarClan or our fellow Clans. We should offer to help them out now, while we can. There are new leaders, and making good impressions on them can help form alliances for moons to come. If we help ShadowClan, we will further prove that ThunderClanners are noble cats, and that reputation will help us for a very long time."

Paleflower wasn't sure if she should say something. Thunderclan certainly didn't need anything Shadowclan had to offer, except territory. But even that was somewhat useless now that half their territory was ash. She didn't want to align with such a weak clan. They wouldn't be fit to fight in battle and no one was looking to start an interclan war anyway. She wanted the clan to know that it was pointless interacting with Shadowclan at all, either way.

But she also liked the bold grey apprentice and Wolfpaw was a medicine cat. She might know more than she was letting on.

Amberfeather

thunderclan

What if you, and I just put up a middle finger to the sky?

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 13, 2014 1:08:53 GMT -8

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The slender little calico was still sleeping peacefully in her sleep, enjoying the warmth of her mossy bed. Her breathing rose up and down evenly, making white puffs coming out of her pink nose, due to the chilly air. Her expression seemed relaxed, and just by looking, it was a dreamless sleep. There was a occasional flick of her ears, but there was no movement to the calico. She was dead to the world.

She had no idea that Blizzardstar and had called for a meeting, as she was quite a heavy sleeper. A cat could snore right beside her, yet she would never notice.

Until most of the cats had rushed out for the meeting, the warmth in the warrior's den was lost, and a chilly breeze nipping at Amberfeather's fur, which caused her to stir. Still half-asleep, she blinked her eyes open, and realized the warriors den was empty, no-one accompanying her except the bleak winds that blew into the den. She crept outside, wondering where were the others. Had they went to war and didn't wait for her? Or supposedly there was some ShadowClan cats who had invaded their territory? There was the gathering, there's no reason for that... She wondered what had happened in the gathering. But not long, she soon found the answer to her questions. They were having a meeting in the middle of the night, which was normally rare in ThunderClan. Hopefully she wasn't too late, though the majority of ThunderClanners had arrived already. Blizzardstar won't give me punishments, will he? She glanced at the other cats who had just arrived back from the gathering. They all seemed more of the noiseless side. No wonder she didn't wake up. She often woke up of the many cats sharing-tongues. She arrived right in the middle of where Elkstride was probably giving the charming, captivating Patchcloud a lecture in his 'tones'. She never knew what she could call it, which wasn't unforgiving nor friendly at all, somewhere in the between.

She slipped into the crowd of cats, just before Wolfpaw began to speak soft and quiet, it was barely audible. She caught a few whispers: A trade? with those disgraceful ShadowClan cats? She took a quick glimpse at Blizzardstar, wondering if he thought this idea was absurd. It wasn't really surprising, as she had always learnt from the other queens that old thought about 'Sharing is Caring' stuff. Yet, what Wolfpaw said did make sense, and would probably somehow help to gain more allies, and probably make up whatever we did wrong.

She knew nothing about what happened in the gathering, and planned to ask Blizzardstar for that. But judging that he called a meeting just for this particular meeting, apparent;y something really big must have happened, and that would not be good news. Perhaps she should ask someone else. But a trade with ShadowClan? Well, she wasn't sure about that. It was Leafbare, and the four clans have little to spare for each other. Not even little, scarcely anything.

I'm only human

And i crash and i break down

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 13, 2014 12:38:41 GMT -8

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Jan 13, 2014 12:38:41 GMT -8

give me something to beleive

Spinning Wheels

cause I am living just to breath

Snowfoot’s olive eyes widened as the teasing tidbits of news flitted from the leader’s maw. Wait! He wanted to yell. Slow down! Words did not come, however. Instead he could only speculate, waiting, wanting, impatient for Blizzardstar to elaborate. But amidst all the tumbled thoughts one stood out, glinting with a cold hatred against the night sky. StarClan killed a cat…

How could their warrior ancestors, the cats of the stars, be so cruel as to end the life of the living? Did not everyone deserve a fair trial? Even the worst crimes surely would not mean death. Banishment maybe, but not death. Death was final. Death was infinite. Death was cruel. Were their ancestors cruel? Did the stars hold not love, but hatred in their paws? Snowfoot was terrified.

At first his sister’s call went unheard, falling upon deaf ears. It wasn’t until the cheerful meow of Patchcloud that the white warrior was drawn finally from his thoughts, from his fear. “After all, who would ignore such a pretty she-cat like yourself? I know that I can’t.”
Perhaps it was the sudden shift from one mood to the other, or maybe it was just the unique charisma of the warrior himself. Either way, Snowfoot found a smile growing upon his features. The bi-color tabby was playing with ice. Paleflower was a force of nature, an untamable creature of passion and intelligence. She was stunning, and she was equally as flirtatious.

As the others, Wolfpaw and Elkstride, chided Patchcloud for his foolishness, Snowfoot could not help but let out a rumbling purr of amusement. Perhaps he should have been overprotective. Chasing away the rule-breaking tom must have been the best decision. But there was something about the laid back attitude of the other, the willingness to forgo clan boarders, that rang with the white feline.

Leaning behind Paleflower, so as to be seen over her sloping back, he gave a half-whisper to Patchcloud. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. She’ll eat you alive.” As he spoke his whiskers trembled, giving away his mirth.

It was the soft meow of the feline sitting upon his other side, small and grey but filled with wisdom beyond her years, that captivated his attention next. Instantly the tomcat agreed, his head nodding even before her words had finished weaving this new idea. Many a time he had mused over the benefits of uniting the clans. The warrior code held them separate, but to him it was nothing more than fleeting guidelines made by voices of the past. Its creators were not some omnipotent beings capable of knowing the future, of processing every possible outcome. They were cats like any other. Normal warriors with normal dreams.

Here was a clan in need. Cats nearly identical to themselves suffering in a hell hole of ash and smoke. Why shouldn’t ThunderClan aid them? Even if there was nothing physical they could possible gain in return, just knowing that they had helped another was enough. Why cover a good dead with political gains? Why did everything have to come down to bettering one’s self?

Snowfoot’s passion carried upon its back a response, deep in tone and thickly laden with conviction.“Wolfpaw is right. We must aid ShadowClan, in whatever way we can.”

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Blizzardstar

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 13, 2014 23:16:55 GMT -8

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At first, Blizzardstar thought his Clan was either stunned into silence or waiting for him to continue. No one spoke until Paleflower asked how Littlestar would be punished. No reaction about the medicine cat becoming leader. He was almost curious about why ShadowClan, the Clan with the smallest about of drama presented at the gathering aside from ThunderClan itself, caught the young she-cat's attention. Oh well. Less problems for Blizzardstar himself to deal with. He was about to answer when Patchcloud spoke up.

Blizzardstar pricked his ears in interest. Did the tom actually have something important to say? Usually Patchcloud didn't care much about the other Clans, pretending the borders didn't exist and going wherever he pleased. Maybe the news of the other Clans had finally gotten through his thick skull and into his brain? All of the leader's hopes for Patchcloud crashed around him like a monster when he proceeded to disregard ShadowClan and flirt with Paleflower. "Nope, just Patchcloud being Patchcloud." he mumbled to himself, sighing in exasperation.

He glared down at the warrior and meowed sternly, "Patchcloud. For once in your life, would you please behave? I will come down there and sit on you if I have to. Don't think I won't." he continued glaring until Wolfpaw spoke up, offering a trade with ShadowClan. She wanted to give a good impression to the other Clans now that there were so many changes in leadership. Blizzardstar almost winced at the memory of his own words to Whitesmoke at the Gathering. "Her best wishes. Right. Coming from Littlestar, that's more 'go fall in the gorge' instead of 'go die in a fire'-" Any and all good impressions he could have made on Whitesmoke went up in flames- stop it with the fire related puns, Blizzardstar!

He cleared his throat a little, both to help him ignore the growing urge to cough and get his head back together. "Trade with ShadowClan. The proudest Clan in the forest who would rather die than willingly accept help from us, the 'kittypet lovers' and 'soft hearts'." He chuckled a little before continuing. "Somehow, I don't think that would go over well. And besides that, Littlestar needs to understand that I won't tolerate disrespect. What part of offering help says that?" Was that too harsh? Perhaps. Blizzardstar softened his face and tone, looking directly at the medicine cat apprentice. "Your heart is in the right place, Wolfpaw. You're kind and compassionate, and you'll make a great medicine cat in the future. But now isn't the time for compassion. It's time for action."

Paleflower was right about one thing: just because ShadowClan had the most problems at the moment didn't mean they could get away with everything. And Blizzardstar had just the idea to do that. "I'm sure you've all scented ShadowClan on our territory more than once. I know I have. I've let it go, because StarClan knows that they need the prey just as much, possibly more, than us. But no more Mister Nice Guy! I want to increase patrols along that border. Protect what little prey we have left and challenge every intruder you find." Amusement set his whiskers twitching, and he gave a half stern, have humored look at the white warrior Snowfoot. "Which means no more chasing prey over the border, Snowfoot."

Next few people to post, have your characters start yelling so that Blizzardstar has to yowl for silence. That's when he'll start coughing.

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 15, 2014 7:49:08 GMT -8

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NOTHING LIKE THE

GOOD OLD DAYS.

At the call that got cats to gather at the clan rock for a meeting. A call the frail elder was quite use to and never got tired of hearing, even though the meetings would be fairly boring or of not-so-good news at times. And like all the times, when the brown classic tabby had gathered, she was quiet and respectful. Listening quietly without an input, it was basically just information about the other clans. Other clans which she had no interaction with anymore, besides the gatherings she may attend or when she reaches the border when she goes on a walk but takes to wandering out of thought. It usually got Cuckooface confused and lost but she found her way back most of the time. Sometimes a kind cat would help her back.

Giving a bit of a sigh, she settled in and listened. For the most part, she didn't mind the news. The only bit that made her a bit hostile was that a medicine cat had became a leader of a clan. That was quite absurd and she didn't like it. But keeping back a growl, she just lashed her tail and glared at the grass. Best not glare at anyone who didn't deserve it, didn't want to hurt their feelings no matter how upset she was. This was because Cuckooface was a rather caring cat. For those who knew her, they could make sure of that fact.

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 19, 2014 16:50:11 GMT -8

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Never in his life had he seen Blizzardstar call the clan up for a meeting. Specifically not after a gathering. Most of the time, it was a call to greet or determine actions about dens, foxes, or simple things of that sort. This time, he detected a sense of unease. He of course, displayed no such anxiety, and instead, at the call of his leader, bounded out into the open, paws skidding on this snowy ground, tossing up snowflakes in his excitement. Spotting Wolfpaw nearing the end of her speech for giving ShadowClan prey and such, Goosepaw's tail twitched in mild amusement. " You really think ShadowClan would accept that kind of gift? We'd be mocked even more for sure. " Not that he really cared so much about things like that, but it seemed like a proper comment.

Placing himself beside her, his attention turned to his leader, whom had addressed certain matters that had happened at the gathering. Goosepaw had been stuck in camp for missing battle training once again, having gotten distracted following a particularly interesting beetle. Why it was out in winter was another matter, but one that he had ignored. For all anyone knew it wasn't even a beetle, just his own bloody shadow. Therefore, he had missed his chance at seeing this peculiar series of events. " What's he on about? Tallsteps a leader now? Isn't that kind of.. wrong maybe? " he added, tail tip twitching.

A loud purr escaped him then, and he attempted to cuff Wolfpaw around the ear. " Why does it matter anyway? It doesn't really bother us much. " he meowed. He had never been one to dwell so much on other clans problems. ThunderClan was his responsibility after all. He'd been told enough times not tmae close friends in other clans. Why make such a fuss about everyone else now?

Wolfpaw ♪

thunderclan mca

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 21, 2014 16:02:20 GMT -8

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"i wouldn't recommend changing things too much;
unless you know what you're doing...
They aren't really comfortable with things they don't know.
Everyone has a fear of the unknown... but then again, do we really know what much now??"

Wolfpaw was quiet as she waited for a response. Despite how she tried to block out emotion and act as though opinions mattered not to her, she was very nervous, and the approval of her Clanmates could make or break the deal. She liked to pretend that she was above peer pressure or insecurity, but in all honesty, it mattered greatly at times. It did make a big difference, and it really did get to her. So, she held her breath, feeling as though she couldn't breath if she tried. Pale yellow-green eyes flicked around at her Clanmates, glancing at them to try and catch some reaction. Paleflower hadn't said anything in protest, and that helped boost the little apprentice's confidence ever so slightly. She was really starting to admire the warriors, especially the one she saw as almost a big sister type figure for teaching her how to climb, so the fact that she wasn't greatly upset was relief.

The Medicine Cat's apprentice almost let out a sigh of relief as Snowfoot sided with her, able to feel her heart beat again as the seemingly endless silence was suddenly broken. She didn't dare glance up at the large tom, but a small smile formed on her face and she gave what could barely be considered to nod, her means of slipping a quick 'thanks' without making it too noticeable. The white warrior had always been very kind, in her opinion, much more compassionate than many other warriors she had seen in her short life. He and his sister had quickly become two of her favourite Clanmates.

All the hope that Wolfpaw had built up came to a sudden end when Blizzardstar shot down the idea, claiming that proud ShadowClanners would not accept their offer and that they had shown too much disrespect to be aided. Her gaze was lowered and as her smile faded, and she gave a solemn nod in response. He was her leader, and she wasn't even a full rank or name yet, so arguing was out of the question. She looked up as the tom offered her some praise for her concern, forcing a weak smile as her ears fell back in a submissive way. She would have to wait until later to fight for it, if ever. Besides, it would probably be best to get Doeeyes to talk with him, since she had much more authority than a stout little apprentice.

Wolfpaw looked down again when Blizzardstar mentioned securing the borders more tightly, tail flicking slightly. She didn't like the idea, but it had to be right, right?? After all, StarClan had chosen him, and they knew that he would make the right decisions. She only hoped that her gut was wrong... There was just no other way, she supposed...

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Spinning Wheels Keep On Turning [ALL CLAN] Jan 23, 2014 14:40:48 GMT -8

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the tom smiled with amusement at how angered the cats around him got, it was a simple joke. with his green eyes looking back up at the leader, he chuckled, really? you look rattled, blizzardstar. i don't think you could do it. he flipped his head as he looked back around at the cats-- knowing that he got their attention, as he proudly declared, clearing his throat. i, for one, agree with wolfpaw and snowfoot. they're desperate, you can smell it across the border. with such destruction that had occurred over the past few moons, and leaf-bare hitting us even harder than before. surely we have some prey and some herbs to spare? his eyes hardened as he stood up, walking around snowfoot and paleflower with a smile in his eyes as he touched the tip of his tale to elkstride. besides, who says littlestar is in charge of shadowclan anymore? we've all heard the rumors-- whitesmoke's taken over. don't you think she'll be open for some more negotiation? and once spring comes around and their territory gets better.. they owe us. and what do they have that we don't? strong, ambitious, able-bodied warriors that with the right words, we can convince to help us take back our rightful sunningrocks.

and elkstride had spoken, they're desperate. there's no honor in taunting a wounded rival, who has done nothing wrong to us. let's help, they'll accept it. if there's one thing that i know, i know the hearts and the desires of others. he said with a wink towards paleflower. with his speech, he sat down next to the warrior again with a smile towards snowfoot as he mewed cheerfully into the white tom's ear, i'd rather be eaten alive then stepped over dead! seeing that you put up with her so much, i'm assuming that you would too. and with those words, he purred to paleflower, in a sing-song voice, well in that case-- what do you think about going on a little bit of adventure. those shadowclan cats with their badgers, my my. it'll be the story of the century! he chuckled, lashing his tail around, even more so amused by her playing along and the irritated glances of his clan mates. why were they always so serious? (because #yoloswag)