Posts by Lanternshoe

Lionpaw trailed along, watching attentively.

“True, it is nice,” Lionpaw remarked as they went along.

“Spring is one of my favorite seasons,” Lionpaw mewed.

Lionpaw embraced the beauty of all seasons. Although Spring was his personal preference, he and his siblings (not included in this thread) realized the unique beauty in all of the seasons. Well, except Lilackit, who had her favor focused solely Summer. He looked around wistfully at how it was Spring and it was barely blossoming. “It's warm, but it doesn't have that Spring vibe. The only plants I know that are blossoming are the sparse grass we planted,” Lionpaw mewed sadly.

Whispershadow stayed behind, shying away from patrolling. She never liked patrolling, or hunting for that matter, but occasionally came back with prey. Whispershadow's strength was battling, because she was with animals that had a similar level of agility. She preferred this because rodents and birds were usually faster than her, and she rarely caught them.
Whispershadow sat silently, flicking the soft end of her tail. Her jade-green eyes met with the almost-lifeless remains of Thunderclan. Her eyes were nearly closed again, only mere slits on her face. She actually lifted her head up, imagining all the trees and bushes that could've been there.

Lionpaw decided to plant seeds. He had a total of 15 seeds. He began to dig a hole in the dirt, and placed the small seeds in the hole.

Lionpaw sniffed around for any abnormal scents. He found no scents of other cats, foxes, or dogs.

Lionpaw paraded along, head low to the ground, searching for scents. He wondered if they would reach the border.

“Did you smell something?” Lionpaw asked, perking up.

Lionpaw dug another hole in the ground. He planted the grass seeds in it and obscured the tiny dots with dirt.

“Alright,” Lionpaw responded, nodding.

Lionpaw looked cluelessly at Skyfeather. “Now what should we do?” He asked. He knew the Arcane was an ally, but would it really be polite to barge in just because they were patrolling Thunderclan?

Whispershadow looked up to a see a menacing dragon on Thunderclan territory. “I'm not what you would call a 'kiddo'. I'm usually considered 'mousebrain who nobody likes',” she spat, not desiring a physical fight.

Seeming to be ignored, Whispershadow continued her wordless idling. She was suspicious, but nonchalant at the same time, her body becoming old.

Lionpaw remained at the border of the Arcane. He had some spare grass seeds, so dug a hole and planted them right there and then.

Lionpaw heard some disturbance not far off. He wanted to defend Thunderclan, but feared and stayed by the border, making the hard decision.

“Something that's not supposed to be happening. I heard 'kiddo' somewhere, though,” Lionpaw fretted. He stepped forward to try to see, but only caught a glimpse of a distant gray blur.

“Alright,” Lionpaw hesitantly replied. He started walking over to where the chaos was.

As Lionpaw came closer, he saw the horrific fight. “Should we just stay here?” He questioned shakily.

For the first time in a while, Whispershadow was fearful for her life and the lives of her clanmates. Not that she really liked any of them, but she wanted the Thunderclan territory back to normal. And how could dead characters get this thread to 5,000 posts?

Lionpaw witnessed the dragon zoom off at an incredible speed. “That's over,” he sighed in relief, coming back from patrolling.

Lionpaw came back, seeing the cute fish-like creature. “What is that? A telepathic air-breathing fish?” He asked, at the peak of confusion.

Lionpaw wandered The Arcane territory, picking up various pieces of trash and rubble, ranging from broken tools, to candy wrappers, to beaten containers, to battered clothing articles. All were disgusting.