Posts by softheart.

usings tags, post and sig 2! <3

Thunderclan. The place she had come to at 6 moons old with her best friend, skinny and desperate for a place to call home. That was at the end of Foreststar's reign and Sanddune had been around for the unfortunate death of the proud leader and witnessed the start of Pumpkinstar's rise into leadership. She was younger than the Abyssinian at her side, a measly shadow of a cat besides the grand name that was Cougarstar. She was a warrior, loyal but unable to fill the massive pawprints of the cats that had come before her. The sandy-colored female was quiet as the former leader spoke, rallying and reaching out to a silent mass of cats somewhere in the shadows of the Thunderclan camp.

Brown eyes met green ones as Cougarstar's attention landed on her, expecting and possibly a little intimidating. Sanddune had been watching the powerful cat speak, the speech chilling her to the bone as Sand sat beside her on the Highrocks. Highrocks, somewhere Sanddune never saw herself perched, addressing her old clanmates, having all of their faces upturned towards her with a mixture of emotions. Something about it was motivating but also fear-inducing, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find the right words to say.

"This might c-ome as a...big shock to most of you, if not all of you." The muffled sound of her own voice resonated in her ears, sound was something that Sanddune could never quite get used to. She had been deaf for a majority of her life, but one day she heard a little something and then that something grew until she could almost hear voices. It was never going to be like it was before, but she would take what she could get. "I don't w-ant to be the one who points out issues, but T-hunderclan has a big one. Cougarst-ar and I want to see Thundercla-n thrive and it's been a while s-ince it has. " Sanddune continued, her tail twitching nervously back and forth as her hazel eyes scanned the faces of her clanmates, searching for some kind of resentment or really anything that she could base her thoughts on. "I want Th-underclan to survive and ir order f-or it to do just that, cha-nges have to be made, th-ough they might hurt. I won't st-and here and say tha-t this doesn't h-urt me to do thi-s. I just want Thunder-clan to be okay." The female finished quickly, taking a step back from the edge of Highrocks to take a deep breath. Her legs were shaking with nerves, heart in her throat as she glanced over to Cougarstar, a meek smile appearing for a brief moment.

She hoped they were doing the right thing.

//i pmed pumpkinstar about it! she hasn't responded but i gave her a headsup <3

Sanddune had been quiet for awhile, blending into the background and simply becoming a functioning member of the clan. She hunted like a warrior, she patrolled like a warrior, she did everything she could as a loyal warrior. Things had been calm but she was starting to feel the struggles of having such a concrete routine. The sandy she-cat appeared from the warriors den in all of her scraggly glory, her jaws parting in a large yawn as her sleepy hazel eyes scanned the camp for any sign of trouble. Sanddune could feel the singular feeling of a watchful eye on her back; the female turned to spot Pumpskinstar, perched atop the warriors den, watching the camp like a hawk. Pumpskinstar liked to perch on the dens, though Sanddune could never really figure out why. Maybe it was just the vantage point was better from up above?

"Any si-gns of trouble?" The she-cat called from down below, tilting her head as she trotted over to the side of the den. Sanddune lowered herself to the ground and sprung up onto the den, almost losing her grip as she dragged herself up the parallel wall. Yikes, that was a bit of a tough climb. Maybe she should start climbing more...

awh drama dude i hate to see bear go </3

definitely dittoing netty, you should bring another lovely here so we can stalk them lmao

i missed my ol' gal so i'm remaking her tags and stuff

i also really missed thunderclan and i couldn't stay away much longer rip

using! <3

sign me up omg sedge seems like such a sweetie <333

i. tags || old tags

ii. tbd

1/2 OF HAWK HUNTERS BB ILY

petal and sand also need a thread

sand was deaf when i last had her but since then she's gotten a little bit of her hearing back :^) she really likes kids, is pretty headstrong and just kinda friendly

its been forever since ive played her omg

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bih sand could help train sedge even tho she sucks at fighting lmao

if sedge whispers the insults she probably won't catch them unless she sees him and then she'd be like :OO

track <33

Things had been slow in Thunderclan and Sanddune was desperate for some good old-fashioned fun. She had been hunting until she practically couldn't feel her paws anymore, but the upside was that the freshkill pile was looking mighty full. The female dropped her most recent kill into the pile, a fat mouse that had been so oblivious that she could've walked right in front of it and it still would've kept eating, shoving its mouth full of food until it might've exploded if she had touched it. Sanddune was craving a game that she could lose herself in, something simple to recharge her fried brain from the long hours of stalking prey through the long grasses of Thunderclan territory.

"Anybo-dy up for a game of h-ide and seek?" Sanddune called eagerly, plopping down by the freshkill pile, rasping her tongue over her paws to clean the maroon stained patches of her fur, making sure to get between her toes. Smelling like blood wasn't fun and it definitely wasn't going to clean itself.

yo if you need any help i'm glad to give you some plots maybe to help with activity ? :^)

no more takeovers they are s o stressful no thanks

there should def be some drama ;;;))))

Sanddune was on the scene as quick as she could appear from the warriors den, fur sticking up in all directions as she had been in the middle of a vigorous grooming session. Her eyes fixated on Pumpskinstar as her dull ears caught the word 'dog' and 'guard', her brain catching the rest of the words and filling in the blanks of what the leader was commanding. Okay, she needed to get the kits and elders into the safety of Pumpkin's den. The sandy-colored female was quick to act, herding a few of the confused and sleepy npc elders into the dark den, casting a concerned glance to Pumpkinstar and Jaggedvisions over her shoulder.

"Is it cl-ose?" Sanddune called from across the camp worriedly, voice wavering as she took up position at the den's entrance, muscles tense. She was envisioning the dog barreling through the entrance at any moment, ripping into the cats standing at the front of camp, gnarly teeth sinking into soft feline flesh right in front of her eyes. No, she needed to be calm. Stay calm.

Sanddune was pulled from her thoughts as Petalwhisker came in, looking as gorgeous as ever, his cheek rubbing against hers in a friendly greeting as he sat down beside her. She had missed the days of when her and Petal had joked around about how they would bring down a hawk and they would tumble and play like young apprentices, not a care in a world. Had they been warriors then? It felt like so many moons ago and Sanddune had a realization that she might be getting old. Oh Starclan, she wasn't that old! Only 20 moons old but it felt like her life was flying by her faster than she could keep up with it. Sanddune didn't care about her appearance as much as Petalwhisker did but she still liked to look and feel young; was she getting grey fur?

"It'll o-nly be for a little bi-t, Petal! It'll be o-ver before you kno-w it and then we'll all b-e able to bask in your glo-ry." The sandy female purred, reaching over to give her friend an affectionate lick on his cheek, ears flicking as she debated asking Petalwhisker a question before more cats arrived to play hide and seek. The she-cat ducked her head so that nobody could see her lips moving (a habit, of course) and leaning in closer to the tom beside her. "Petal...am I greyin-g?" She whispered under her breath, tail waving nervously back and forth as her eyes glanced from Petalwhisker to the barren camp. If she was greying...oh boy.

Tasks? Sanddune had just been out hunting when she heard the faintest of voices call for tasks. The female dropped off her catch in the freshkill pile and then made her way over to Jaggedvisions, head tilting slightly as she debated whether or not she should take one. What was the harm in taking one? "I'll take one." The female spoke affirmatively, eager to find out what she would be doing instead of patrols today.

i...love my wifes ? how did i get so blessed with two absolutely beautiful people ????

i also am in shock at how much tc has picked up ?? keep it up yall it's awesome i l ove <333333

Border patrols and hunting patrols, hunting patrols and border patrols. The days of the Thunderclan members were very set in stone during this time of year. Prey was running rampant and the weather was always nice and sunny except for the occasional thunderstorm or harsh breeze. Times couldn't be better for the clan and yet Sanddune found herself bored with hunting and patrols and all of the usual business that came with being a warrior.

Sanddune had been patrolling the borders like she had been instructed, tail waving behind her lazily as she carried on through the abundance of green foliage, the leaves brushing against her pelt as she slipped through a couple of huge bushes. Hazel eyes scanned the patrol out of habit, paws crunching through some fallen leaves and sticks. Wait, what was that? A cat was laying facedown on the border, slumped over and looking very tired. "Hey, are you al-right?" Sanddune called to the downed tom, keeping a safe distance between the two to make sure that nothing too crazy happened.