Pineclan RP

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    Fallenheart padded at the back of the group, her mind clouded with thought. Thistlestar wasn't the leader she thought he was. She was also mourning the loss of her clanmate. She trotted up to Thistlestar. "So Blossomstar still has 8 lives left, how many do you have?" She whispered, trying to think about the war.

    Thitlestar looked at Fallenheart, "Enough." He said, directing the specs to how many lives he had, "Don't worry. All 8 of them will be in these claws when war begins!" He hissed, with a small smile as he took out his claws and sank one into a rotten stump

    Fallenheart should've taken relish in her leader's confidence, but him avoiding the question didn't escape her notice, but she knew better than to press. She stopped and changed the subject, glancing around and made sure nobody was close enough to hear. Satisfied, she turned to her leader. "Thistlestar, may I ask why you made me deputy those moons ago? I was barely a warrior, and I was given an apprentice right away. You made me deputy shortly after they became a warrior. Why?" She asked. It had been a question she had wrestled with for a while.


    ((You can come up with anything))

    Thitlestar watched her, "If you don like to be deputy then I will give it to Dapplefern." He grumbled.

    (The real reason is that Thistestar doesn't want his son to become leader, cause he would be a very bad one, and he would like to make his daughter leader, but if he did, then his son would kill her for him to become leader, but he wouldn't kill a she-cat that could be his mate, so he made Fallenheart deuty

    Fallenheart shook her head. "Nevermind." She said, and continued walking, looking at the ground, looking up as one snowflake drifted down and landed on her nose. She couldn't help but feel inadequate for the job, but she was unsure Dapplefern would be better.


    ((She's the only survivor it kinda makes me sad))

    IC: As the returning cats appeared from the shrubs, Pricklypaw trotted up to Oaktail. He hardly had any connections with Ashtalon's brother, yet Pricklypaw wanted to know where they left his body. "Have you brought back Stormclaw with you?"


    OOC: How many of your PineClan characters joined the meeting White?

    occ ... ;-;... Idk..........bye.......


    Oaktail nuzzled the prickly black tom, "he wasn't even touched after his death, we left with the Meadowclan cats still there. They might have taken him, but I dont think they would." She mewed slightly sad, but she never liked Stormclaw in the first place, even when she was a kit.


    Thistlestar nodded his head, he then over heard Pricklypaw and Oaktail speaking. "Well, Stormclaw dropped his pesky kit on my paw, and ut but me. He should,know better then to do a stupid thing like that!" He scoffed, then looked at Pricklypaw for a while, "Pricklypaw, now that war will be soon, how would you like to become a warrior?" Thistlestar asked, he didn't know how old Prucklypaw was, he dudnt care much either, but he guessed he was old enough by his size, but he wasnt sure if that was just his puffy pelt

    Pricklypaw's ears raised. "I would love to become a warrior!" A heartbeat after his exclamation, he shrunk back. "But I don't think I'd be ready;" He confessed. "I'm hardly eight moons old, and I don't even know many battling techniques yet." Pricklypaw looked back up to his almost-identical leader and straightened himself; his thick fur fluffing up even more. "But don't have a worry Thistlestar," He affirmed. "I will fight for our clan; warrior or not!"

    Pricklypaw appreciated the gentle stroke of his deputy. He hoped that if he were to have a she-cat in his life, it would be like her. "Thank you Fallenheart!" Pricklypaw mewed warmly, nudging his forehead at her neck. "I will try my best."

    Fallenheart nodded at her leader, before turning her attention back to Pricklypaw. "I know you will." She said before whispering in his ear. "I'll be with you every minute of the battle."

    ~~~A Bit Of A Sun Movement Later~~~

    {Or A Few Hours...}


    A small dose of taunting laughter came from a bush at camp's edge a heartbeat before Graytail trudged through them. "A clanmate!" He meowed to himself quietly as he exited the shrubbery.

    Briarpelt left on his way to the creek... he saw the pelt of Fallenheart, he slicked back his fur then padded over to her, "Hello, Fallenheart." He greeted.