Posts by Lanternshoe

Lionpaw surveyed the area for prey. He saw most of his clanmates, picking up trash or moving rocks. Pretty boring stuff, but it had to be done. Nothing else that was very exciting was there to look at, but it wasn't a nature walk, it was hunt. In addition, Lionpaw wasn't even walking. He was sitting in one spot and scanning this dump of a territory for prey. He swept his puffy tail across the ground, all the stripes being coated with brown from the dirt. A can that was near his tail got swept to the left as Lionpaw's tail hit it.
Suddenly, a baby squirrel went scampering as fast as it could. It was very mischievous, seeing it was running so far from its nest. “Bad idea, little squirrel,” Lionpaw thought as he began to sneak up on it silently. He abruptly pounced, his claws unsheathed. They scratched the gray fluffball. Lionpaw sped up, coming in for the kill. He leapt past Dreampaw, and found himself atop the squirrel. He let it run, but quickly caught up to it, ceasing it in his jaw. As he added pressure, it began to attempt to struggle more, until the squirrel was dead. Lionpaw brought the squirrel to the freshkill pile, placing it on top of a few birds that someone else had caught.

Lionpaw finally sprinted over to the river to take a drink. He dipped his head into the rushing river, lapping up a drink. The cold water slithered down his throat, refreshing Lionpaw's thirst.

Whispershadow kept reluctantly collecting trash. She hated picking up all this filthy rubbish.

“Ok,” Lionpaw responded, and followed Meadowleaf quietly.

Lionpaw saw everyone picking up trash on land. Seeing everyone ignoring the river, Lionpaw decided to see if there was still trash floating around in the river. He sprinted over with his bag with a can in it.

Lionpaw glanced at Cravepaw, confused, but said nothing. He looked into the water. It was clear of trash, but seemed to have a red color in it. Assuming it was nothing he could do anything about, he ambled away.

Lionpaw found a piece of orangey glass. Not knowing it could injure his paw, he nonchalantly nudged the piece into his bag. As it entered in, he felt a sharp pain, which lasted a few moments, then ceased. “Ow! What was that?” Lionpaw mewed.

Shadowstep was strolling around the trashy Thunderclan territory. Suddenly, an unfamiliar scent lured him in. He came across a white box with an unknown black design. He pawed at it and pushed it open. “Whoa! Yellow triangle things!” He exclaimed.

I'll play as my character Grayheart. She is light gray with a white underbelly and spots. She has one sky-blue eye and a small build. Grayheart is a patient and understanding she-cat, but isn't very good at battling.

Lionpaw lifted his paw to his pad. His pink pad was dappled with a few drops of red blood. “Uh... I touched something sharp and it bled a little, should I go to the medic?” He asked anyone who could answer.

(The Silver thing is money. You get .25 for each post and .75 for each topic. You spend it on pets.)

“I don't know,” Lionpaw responded, putting his paw back on the ground.

“Eh, it would probably be a good idea to,” Lionpaw mewed, walking off.
“I touched something sharp while collecting trash,” He said nervously.

Shadowstep, still curious, tried touching it. It felt smushed and gross, so Shadowstep quickly retracted his leg. Due to the cheese, the slice came out of the box with his paw. “Eww!” He laughed, trying to get it off.

Tornleaf lumbered over to the group. “I'm for a game of moss ball,” he offered to play.

(Alright)

Tornleaf yawned, bored. It was such an average day, it was tedious already. He laid down, gazing out and thinking.

(Where is everyone? O.o)

The pain from the glass had ceased, so Lionpaw left. He walked over to the group of cats.

Lionpaw always kept a faint smile on his face. Now it was slightly fading as Lionpaw preformed once again the monotonous task of collecting rubbish from his clan's home in Thunderclan territory, always with the impending stress of twolegs dwelling or littering in the forest.

Whispershadow, now tired of picking up litter, laid down to rest. She curled her long tail to its fullest extent across her grayscale body.

Lionpaw wordlessly placed a crumpled piece of aluminum foil in his bag. This was the 3rd plastic bag he had filled with trash, which dismayed Lionpaw. Nobody should find that much trash in their territory!

Lionpaw was undeniably bored. Ever since he cut his paw pad on the piece of glass, his mood had gradually deteriorated. There was about 2 things to do total: hunt, or pick up the seemingly endless amount of trash. “It's like they took every single resource we had and replaced each one, each piece of prey we could've eaten and whatever else we use in clan life, and replaced it all with this worthless, filthy rubbish,” Lionpaw finally complained, putting his full bag with everyone else's.