Posts by -HOPECLAW-

^{Bearmumble seamed to be fetching for him allot. Hopeclaw couldn't recall being fetched for by any other cat than Bearmumble, well Cinderstream had that ONE time. He limped along after the large warrior, unease filled him. He was scared of the much younger tom, deep down. Upon creeping closer, his nose picked up the scent of a pregnant cat and lots of pubescent ThunderClan apprentices. His ears perked and he headed Creampaw ordering cats around. This angered the Tom and his face hardened as he came through the bushes. He came over to Creampaw and nudged him a little rough. "Go fetch the borage yourself. If you know what she needs go get it." He practically hissed at him. Over the past moons the Tom got colder and meaner. You could blame it on his age or him kissing RiverClan. Whatever it was, don't say it out loud to where he could hear you. That given he was half deaf and half blind. All on his right side.}

^{The Tom looked over the white queen and gently pressed his hands to her, relaxing so the cats around him would do the same. The last thing the queen need was stress and have some of her kits die before they become warriors. He bent over and gently breathed on her, scenting her milk. It was a bit faint, but that could change all after the kits are born and start to suckle, so he didn't think she needed the brave right away. Plus any more herbs in her than one could harm the kits. So raspberries were the only thing he wanted her to ingest while giving birth thanks to Creampaw. He lashed his tail but gently rubbed her stomach his his paw and spoke softly. "Hey... the pain will only last a little while alright? You're going to have beautiful and healthy children. I just need to make sure you're calm and know I'm not going to hurt you or your kits..."}

^{An alabaster male with three legs came in along with the ThunderClan felines. His mauled face and hip sticking out like a sore thumb. One look at him, and you could tell he was in multiple battles and most likely won. His eyes were half narrowed, too tired to have them fully opened. One yellow and one blue. However, the blue eye was completely clouded. And unknowngst to the cats around him besides ThunderClan, the shredded ear on the side of his blue eye was deaf.}

^{The gruff brute stumbled into the gathering place where the other clans have already accumulated. He went straight after the leaders to take a look. He wondered how Lionstar and Toadpetal of ShadowClan were. He hoped that him helping out ShadowClan's leader and a warrior of two would make them more neutral than straight enemies. Anyways, ShadowClan now owes them. A life for a life, or more like lives.}

^{It was night, and the stars were swimming in the sky. The cats of the clan were all unconscious, dreaming up a storm of their deep desires and darkest fears. The sounds of sickly kits blowing snot bubbles in their sleep and the ragged breathing of remembering warriors were the alabaster tom's lullaby. Different than what he used to...What was he used to? He... doesn't quite remember much anymore. Was it something to do with his birth clan? Most likely. However, he was beginning to think of ThunderClan whenever the thoughts of a home crossed his tattered mind. A shredded mentality for a shredded soul. He sighed softly and watched his breath form in the crisp air with his only good eye. Now that his mind was thinking, he felt as though ThunderClan was winning. And then the thought of an apprentice and Peachmoon returning worried him. Bearmumble... scared him. And not much did, well besides kits rummaging in his stocks.... He laughed a bit and smiled, looking at his single paw. As he looked, it flashed back and worth of having mud on it to not and then to being wet and the to not. He unsheathed his claws and closed his eyes.}

^{He was remembering when he was named a warrior. When he was alone and when he was falling in love with Fawncloud. It pained him to see her. To see her and know that she is dead. It pained him to remember his sisters and his parents. It pained him to remember RiverClan. It also enraged him. But, for some reason he didn't get all worked up about it. The scent of ThunderClan soothed his rage. Now, he looked up at all of the sick cats. All of the cats he has saved, all of the cats that rely on him. He smiled and sheathed his claws, laying his head down upon on his paw. His mind went to Petalwhisker and Lambkit. To Aster...kit. then it was pulled to Bearmumble and Harrierstrike. His heart pained a bit. He closed his eyes and thought to himself. I am home. He smiled. Though he would never admit it, he would rather die than leave ThunderClan.}

*:･ﾟ✦ Hopeclaw had seamed a bit more relaxed the past couple of days. He wasn't being very lazy as of late either. Like today, the tom was reorganizing his herb supply, placing the most important herbs to the clan closer to the entrance, that being ThunderClan always ends up hurt physically. The Tom smiled and Sept his fluffy tail before taking the Chamomile out and replaced it with the few Tansy leaves they have. He wondered if someone would be injured today. Uts actually been a couple of weeks since anyway was injured more than a small scrape.

"Speech."