Recreation: Thunderclan (OPEN AND ACCEPTING)

[FireCalls]

Thunderclan:
Foxstar:
I look at Shadepelt, almost positive i'll find my compassion and resolution there. "John," I say, resonantly, "Would you like to join Thunderclan?" I keep my meow clear and polite, worried any tremor or uncertainty will frighten the small kittypet. He can't be more than six moons old; if he does join, i'll apprentice him. But i'm not sure that he's much of a fighter... we'll need a medicine cat, I guess I just hope we find one.

[rainswings]

Thunderclan
John:
"I'd- ah... I'd... yes." I force myself to say an actual answer even though I haven't quite worked out the decision in my head, and I find my heart racing just slightly faster at the idea of leaving, and I can't quite tell if it's from excitement or fear, or a mixture of the two. I've no idea what Thunderclan is, but it sounds like I could be of use to it, and that's reason enough for me to try. I might be young, but I know that if I kept living with my twoleg I'd be no more than a kittypet for the rest of my life.

[SunShineSmiles]

Thunderclan

Shadepelt:

I look at Foxstar in surprise, "Already we're recruiting kittypets?" I ask, alarmed, but then I see the worry in the ginger and white she-cats deep blue eyes, and I understand. I look at John apologetically, "Sorry, no offense. I guess you are as qualified as any rogue or loaner we're apt to find in these woods, right?" I try, my voice leaden with dry humor, "Have you ever even heard of clans?" I ask him after a moment, realizing that this may very well be the first he's seen or heard of wild cats, at all.

[FireCalls]

Thunderclan:
Foxstar:
I purr in amusement, "Stop badgering him, Shadepelt, there will be time for questions later. For now, let John ask." I say, then shake my head, "Actually, he will be known as Gentlepaw from now on. And until there are more cats, you will mentor him. Try and train him in medicine, is that alright, Gentlepaw?" I ask, realizing he ought to have done say in this.

[Lynxshine]

Thunderclan-
Fawnleap:
Fawnleap paces restlessly around the clearing, frustrated with nothing to do. She finally decides that it would be easier to guard from higher up. She leaps up into a pine tree and sits, her fluffy brown tail curled over her paws.
Nightrose:
Disturbed by her sisters restlessnuss she thinks about their evil sister; Shadowmask.Before she betrayed us we were like one cat, we thought alike and acted alike. Then Hawkstar currupted her. She snarled at me for missing a squirrel and then when Crowflight disobeyed Hawkstar it was Shadowmask who offered to kill him! He was Fawnleap's mate. I wish she was still good.

[SunShineSmiles]

Shadepelt:

I give a purr of assent and agreement. Turning away from the leader and new apprentice, I pad a few feet back down our path. making my voice as loud as I can, I yowl; "Fawnleap! Nightrose!" daring any creatures of the night to respond. A lone coyote yips curiously, but that is all the darkness replies. I hope the two warrior she-cats heard me; they've kept watch long enough, we're nearing moon high and there's no reason for them to stay where they are.

[Lynxshine]

Thunderclan:
Fawnleap:
"Hello!!!!!!!!!!! I'm still here!" She yowls loudly in reply, her voice ringing through the trees. She leaps down in front of Shadepelt.

Nightrose:
Sits up and greets Shadepelt quietly. She isn't really like Fawnleap in that way

[FireCalls]

Thunderclan:
Foxstar:
Glancing back, I see Shadedpelt has called Fawnleap and Nightrose from their guard posts. Good, I was about to ask him to do that. Then I turn my attention back to Gentlepaw, "Well if you're going to take a moon thinking, we'll just assume you're fine for now." I say, not harsh, but rather brisk. "Come along, Thunderclan, we're going to our camp now. I've just the place." I say, and take off at a sprint, headed for the small clearing I found just a few days ago. It's surrounded by willows and dense reeds, just on the other side of a river; there are even some nice stepping stones. But my favorite part is the way the willow branches trail into the water and hide the little haven. It's perfect.

[FireCalls]

Sunclan!
Hawkstar:
Growling, irritated, I exit my den. This insomnia is insufferable! I leap onto the high rock and yowl a summons. I know it's the middle of the night, but by Starclan, these useless scraps of fur better rouse for my words. Not waiting to see who actually wakes, I launch right into it. My words ring out over the clearing, into the treetops; I screech them with a vengeance. "Tomorrow night is the first gathering with me at your helm!" I cry, throwing my voice as far and hard as I can. I want my snarled words to reach the ears of every slumbering Sunclan cat. I want the kits shuddering at the resonance, I want the apprentices ducking their heads in fright, I want the warriors paralyzed by their respect. "Cats of Sunclan; hear my call: Tomorrow night, we offer the other clans one choice," I pause, aware that cats must now be waking, "They will either join beneath my guidance, or perish at our fierce claws!"

Leopardfur:
The familiar summons for a clan meeting weaves into my dream. At first, I think it's merely part of the night mare, but then, as more words are scoured across my mind, I realize - with alarm - that the summon was real. Bolting upright, I pelt out of the warriors den and into the clearing. I was right. Silhouetted against the moon's nearly full form, Hawkstar is speaking with the voice of Starclan. I gaze at him, eyes starry, soaking in his ferocious plan. Moved, I begin to yowl my approval, careful not to drown out his powerful words.

[SunShineSmiles]

Shadepelt:

Distracted from the two warriors, by the leader's exciting statement, I whirl around and start running after Foxstar. As I catch her, I mew out my quick inquiry, "You mean you've chosen a camp!?" the squeak of my voice betrays my elation. Before she can answer, I correct myself, in a rush; "I mean, of course you did - that's what you said, right? I just mean... wow!" I cut off my frantic meows and try again, "I can't wait to see where we'll be living!" With that, I focus on running; I'm still not used to this wild terrain. It will take a while to grow accustomed to the slightly more dense forest, and the much less treaded land.