WrenClan -The Clan of the Desert-Rp Thread

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    Thymestar sighed watching over her clan from one of the sandy colored rock that over looked the camp. Hawkfang sensing his littermates unease, gave her shoulder a quick lick, his hazel eyes reflecting the unsaid question between the two. Thymestar let out a huff of annoyance, "I am fine." she walked over to the creek in camp and drank some water silently fuming.



    Hawkfang watched his littermate storm off quietly and let out a quiet chuckle, "she'll never change in some ways" he mused. The lightly colored tom shook out his pelt and began to walk around camp. Currently he was looking for Dunepaw, his apprentice today he was going to take her out on a hunting patrol, if that was alright with Eagleblaze. Personally Hawk sometimes found himself being jealous of Eagleblaze. Being Deputy not only was important but, he was also so close to his littermate.

    Sorrellily pushed her way out of the nursery close behind Featherkit. Her fluffy tail waved back and forth as she walked. The small she-cat let out a soft purr at her adopted kit's timidness. "It's alright." She murmured encouragingly as she sat down outside the nursery. She let her light green eyes scan the clearing, spotting Stormfrost and Hawkfang chatting and Thymestar sitting on the rock. Deciding not to interrupt their conversation, she turned her gaze back to Featherkit.

    Sorrellily let out a soft chuckle. "They're your clanmates. You'll be alright." The undersized she-cat bent down to lick the top of the kitten's head. She herself knew that those words weren't necessarily true. Her old mate, who was now long gone, had been the one to either kill or steal her first litter. Of course, Featherkit hadn't been alive for that, and even if she had been, she would have been too young to remember it. "Now go on. They won't hurt you."

    Eagleblaze watched the two siblings with a smile on his face. The large tom padded over to Hawkfang. "Hello." he greeted Thymestar's brother kindly. "What do you have planned for Dunepaw today?"

    Orchidblossom watched as the clan drama unfolded outside of the warrior den. Rolling her pale blue eyes, she stretched out in the sun, soaking up the rays.

    Thymestar sniffed the air and stiffened in shock, she looked to Featherkit slightly dazed. She then focused and called out "Eagleblaze, there are Brown claws (Bob cats) surrounding camp. Form a warrior patrol quickly, Sorrellily get Featherkit inside the nursery. Hawkfang can you help Sorrellily guard the nursery." Thymestar sniffed the air again noticing the Brown claws had gotten closer and she could now hear their large paws hit the sand and rock.

    Sorrellily's ears pricked up at Thymestar's voice before sniffing the air. She could smell the scent of the Brown Claws faintly on the breeze, and hear their paws muffled on the said. Her ears pulling back, she mewed, "Featherkit, come here please." Standing, she didn't wait for the kit to come and instead padded over to pick up the tiny tabby herself. The small she-cat grabbed the kit carefully by the scruff and hurried over to the nursery. She slid inside, ignoring as the branches of the den tugged at her long fur. She padded over to her nest and set the she-kit into the nest. Licking the top of the young kitten's head, she murmured gently, "Stay here, and don't come out until one of us says it's okay." She licked the silver and grey kit's head before turning and exiting the den. Once outside, she positioned herself very close to the nursery entrance, poised in a stance that said she was ready to fight. Even if Featherkit was adopted, she still was her mother, and she would defend her like she was her blood-kit.