Posts by Lanternshoe

“Why would you eat it?!” Lionpaw exclaimed. Who would eat such an innocent-looking creature?

“Gotcha,” Lionpaw realized.

(I'm finally back)
Lionpaw was really bored of the work that had to be done, and was quite hungry, too. He found yet another dented can, with vibrant spots of different colors. The vivid design compelled Lionpaw to investigate it, but it was nothing special. Disappointed, he started nudging it around with his front paws, kicking the piece of trash around the dump he was struggling to live in.

Whispershadow joined the trash-collecting group. “Aren't we supposed to [collect the trash, and not play with it?” She asked Lionpaw abruptly. He ignored the rude remark and kicked it far off.

Lionpaw got a plastic bag, and finally put the can in the bag. He grunted, and picked up another piece of trash, a crunched bottle.

Lionpaw was really bored with picking up trash. “Is there anything else to do besides picking up trash?” He inquired impatiently.

Lionpaw was extremely bored, and hungry. After sitting around groaning for a while, his fertile mind finally put two and two together. He could go hunting! It wasn't the most exhilarating activity, but by far the most interesting of what there was currently to do. Lionpaw padded over to a good hiding spot to watch and smell for prey. “I'm gonna hunt," he bluntly mewed. Definitely the grass Thunderclan had planted would help.

Whispershadow, (my other character if you didn't know) very contrast to the energetic Lionpaw, lay around looking at the dump. The thought of hunting never came to her, it being her weakness. All she did, now that there was nothing to entertain her that caught her attention, Whispershadow merely sat around lazily, in a daze with her thoughts. The Thunderclan territory was under her partial emerald gaze as Whispershadow swerved her head to look to see if anything had improved. “Well, there's a little grass, but that's really it,” she muttered disapprovingly. But there was more than what passed Whispershadow's ignorant eyes. The spirits of the other Thunderclanners seemed to be gradually rising with the steady growth of the amount of posts.

“Ok then,” Lionpaw bluntly responded, with nothing really to say. “I guess I'll go thank Bloodclan and Hawkclan now? I don't know, I don't want to go invading their territory. I'm not very skilled yet, so I might die!”

Tornleaf woke up to the welcoming warmth of morning sunlight. The bright rays shone down on the pure nature terrain, light bursting through the thin canopy onto the numerous cats gathered under it, walking around hunting, training, and patrolling. Clouds drifted peacefully across the vast, infinite blue sky, forming many different abstract figures within minutes. Three kits were outside gazing at the skyward puffs, naming all the different shapes they could see, and rolling around in the grass.
“I see... A white blob!” One giggled, rolling over.
“Well, I see a blobby mouse!” Another stated.
“That's 'cause it changed, Fernkit!” The first one argued.
“Dustkit, you're dumb,” the third one commented.
“YOU'RE stupid, Lilackit!” Dustkit retorted.
Tornleaf, now emerged from the dark warrior den, smiled at the kits' frivolous bickering. He came closer to supervise them.
“Now, guys. Does it really matter?” Lionpaw, a young apprentice padded over and asked.
“Yeah, 'cause she called me dumb!” Dustkit tattled.
“But he called me stupid!” Lilackit snarled.
Tornleaf simply watched as the younger cats negotiated. After the kits calmed down, Lionpaw explained how what shape the cloud was didn't matter, as long as they had fun watching clouds. He couldn't help but titter at their silly argument, but attempted to stifle the laughter the best he could.
Now that the kits had returned to a happier state, Tornleaf cocked his head to watch the last few moments of the sun seemingly ascending into the sky, its rays penetrating the clouds and leaves. He had always enjoyed watching sunsets and surveying the beautiful territory in general. Each time, it was different but the same. It was all the same trees, bushes, flowers, and cats, but they all did different things every time Tornleaf was pensive and nonchalantly looked around at an amazing example of the beauty of nature. He stared off into space, everything meeting his deep, noble violet eyes to create a gorgeous, peaceful sight. The soft grass felt nice and comfortable on Tornleaf's paws, especially after a long day and his paws were sore. He also appreciated the tranquility and lack of war and fighting in the moment. Everyone was getting along together so well, Glacierclan didn't even seem like the savage warriors they really were. Tornleaf really enjoyed precious momemts like this one.
Suddenly, a colorful butterfly fluttered into the camp. Its vibrant hues and quick, darting movements stimulated the kits' excitement. They leaped over each other in pursuit of the unusual visitor. Dustkit reached his paws out for it, but the butterfly evaded even the hardest efforts of the kits. It flew off into the sky, an orange speck in the very contrasting blue sky, still dappled with the clouds of various shapes and sizing, floating steadily through the air.
“Aww,” Fernkit mewed, seeing the last of the butterfly.
“Well, it was a good and cooperative effort,” Tornleaf complimented. Whenever he didn't catch something, he always thought something along the lines of that.
“Plus, even if we didn't catch the butterfly, at least it's gonna be a fabulous day!“ Fernkit mewed optimistically.
“Who do you know?” Dustkit challenged.
“We just do,” Fernkit responded, Lilackit and Tornleaf chiming in.

Lionpaw spectated closely for anything edible. His sea-green optics surveyed the land for prey, and he spotted a little mouse dining on some grass. Lionpaw smirked mischievously as he silently approached it, only the sounds of his stealthy paws rustling the grass. He was sure he could catch it until he stepped on a fragile twig, which severed under Lionpaw's weight. The mouse immediately took off into an unknown place. Lionpaw attempted to pursue it, but lost scent and sight of it. “Darn it!” He muttered.
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Slightly discouraged, Lionpaw went to go pick up trash with everyone until he regained the motivation to hunt. While he shoved an unidentified, smelly object into his bag, Lionpaw remembered he had no mentor.

Lionpaw then thought he would never properly learn how to hunt, or fight. “Never would I ever be useful...” Lionpaw thought, nudging a plastic thing into the bag. His train of thought than took an abrupt and unexpected turn towards Lionpaw's hostile attitude towards twolegs. Whatever negative things he said about twolegs, he had no regrets. “Leaving trash all over the place? Come on! Just for US to clean up? Ridiculous!" Lionpaw muttered quietly, shoving an aluminum can in his bag.

Whispershadow, frankly bored with sitting around thinking about all her problems and disadvantages, she finally got on her old haunches and helped with the collecting of trash. Immediately upon finding a plastic bag to collect it in, Whispershadow found a piece of gunk she could put in the bag. “Eww, what the?” She grumbled, shaking her right forepaw.

Lionpaw was bored of cleaning trash once again. After putting a broken rusty tool of some sort in the bag, Lionpaw placed his bag where he was and resorted to his hunting spot once again.

Lionpaw got up from his spot. He confidently padded back over to the group of cats. “Who wants to go hunting?” He inquired hopefully. Waiting for a response, he picked at some of the grass.

Seeing nobody wanted to hunt with him, Lionpaw trudged to his spot in which he watched for prey.

Lionpaw was distracted by the fight. He came over to utilize his amateur battling skills. Shyly, he took a swing at the unknown tomcat.

“Isn't this a frivolous fight?” Lionpaw asked. He didn't want to hurt anyone, and he wasn't that good at battling, anyway.

Lionpaw glanced up, a little confused. “...I'm gonna go back to hunting...” He mewed flatly, trailing off to his usual spot. He stayed low to the ground and watched,

I'll play as Shadowstep. His fur is a light gray with darker gray stripes and a white underbelly and face. His eyes are a very fitting deep hazel. However, Shadowstep's color scheme does not accurately reflect his personality. He's very childish and energetic, and likes to play around whenever he can. Shadowstep dislikes serious situations and when nothing is interesting to him at a clan meeting.

The yowls and cries encountered Tornleaf's ears suddenly. “Starclan's kits!” He exclaimed. As fast as he could carry his clumsy self, he dashed to the scene, almost slipping on quite a few things. His impaired leg really messed up his running. But finally Tornleaf came to fight the intruders, after struggling over a log. “What's your business here?” He inquired aggressively before attacking. “Leave her alone!”

(Where is everyone?)