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open blazeclan rp

Thrushtail padded into the BlazeClan camp, tired from his attempts at hunting, not that he had caught anything. Not paying attention to where he was going, he was surprised to find himself stumbling into another cat. "Er, terribly sorry," he apologized quickly. "Er…" he mumbled, not fully sure he remembered the younger cat’s name. "You… are… Nnnnniiightpaw, right?" he asked, drawing out the name for so long that he wondered if the other cat had even understood him. "I didn’t mean to hit you there," he continued anyway. "I should have been watching where I was going. Again, terribly sorry."

"Ah, I’m, I’m Thrushtail," he said, blinking in confusion. The Clans had weird names? But their naming convention was logical, convenient, and made perfect sense! But then again, he supposed, to a cat not born into their system, maybe it would be a bit confusing. "Ah, I suppose it must be quite a change for you," he said, nodding. "What is your story, anyway? Loner, rogue, kittypet?" he asked, hoping not to offend the other cat. He was curious, though, since BlazeClan had such a mix of cats from different backgrounds, he didn’t want to make unfounded assumptions.

"Thrushtail?" He repeated with another laugh. "Like I said, weird!" He lifted a back leg to scratch at his cheek as he thought about the question. "A loner, I guess." He said giving himself another shake. "Though, my former companion and I preferred the term vigilantes." He added the last bit with a glint in his blue eyes, at first of what seemed to be sadness, but a heartbeat was of fond remembrance.

"Vigilantes, hm. Never heard of cats calling themselves that. But I'm sure it fit you fine," Thrushtail said kindly. He had caught the look in Nightpaw's eyes, brief though it was, and, unfortunately, it had only heightened his curiosity. "So, this friend of yours, what did the two of you do?" he asked, trying not to dwell too much on the 'former' bit.

Thrushtail padded into the BlazeClan camp, tired from his attempts at hunting, not that he had caught anything. Not paying attention to where he was going, he was surprised to find himself stumbling into another cat. "Er, terribly sorry," he apologized quickly. "Er…" he mumbled, not fully sure he remembered the younger cat’s name. "You… are… Nnnnniiightpaw, right?" he asked, drawing out the name for so long that he wondered if the other cat had even understood him. "I didn’t mean to hit you there," he continued anyway. "I should have been watching where I was going. Again, terribly sorry."

"Ah, I'm, I'm Thrushtail," he said, blinking in confusion. The Clans had weird names? But their naming convention was logical, convenient, and made perfect sense! But then again, he supposed, to a cat not born into their system, maybe it would be a bit confusing. "Ah, I suppose it must be quite a change for you," he said, nodding. "What is your story, anyway? Loner, rogue, kittypet?" he asked, hoping not to offend the other cat. He was curious, though, since BlazeClan had such a mix of cats from different backgrounds, he didn't want to make unfounded assumptions.

Thrushtail padded into the BlazeClan camp, tired from his attempts at hunting, not that he had caught anything. Not paying attention to where he was going, he was surprised to find himself stumbling into another cat. "Er, terribly sorry," he apologized quickly. "Er..." he mumbled, not fully sure he remembered the younger cat's name. "You... are... Nnnnniiightpaw, right?" he asked, drawing out the name for so long that he wondered if the other cat had even understood him. "I didn't mean to hit you there," he continued anyway. "I should have been watching where I was going. Again, terribly sorry."

He nodded. That it would… The tom’s question sparked one in his own mind. “I think it’s kept near the entrance… That or we never catch enough to have a surplus.”

"Ah, I see," Thrushtail said quietly. He certainly hoped that the Clan wasn’t going to be in a constant prey shortage. But then, more cats joining meant more cats to go hunting, so hopefully it wouldn’t be a problem. "I guess keeping it by the entrance wouldn’t be too bad. It would only really be a problem for sick or weak cats, who probably shouldn’t be roaming the camp anyway."

"Yeah, true." He shook his head. "We could get lieutenants to get prey for them, in that case," he said. "It’s been working so far. At least we won’t freeze to death in our sleep." 

Thrushtail paused for a moment, having to remember what rank ‘lieutenant’ was. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” he nodded. “And ah, BlazeClan may be a new Clan, but there’ve been cats here for a long time, so I suppose we can trust that they know how to do things,” he said, squashing his doubts for the time being. This was a new Clan, so there were bound to be challenges. But he had faith that they could work through them… At least, they’d have to, really.

Runningspirit nodded again, lifting his eyes to glance over towards the leader’s den thoughtfully. “The leader seems like a good, level-headed cat. I think the Clan will benefit under his leadership. And with Dipperstripe being a former kittypet and there being an influx of FrostClan warriors, there are a good mix of ideas. I’m sure we’ll figure it all out.”

"It should be interesting, to say the least," he said thoughtfully. "FrostClan was pretty diverse in terms of backgrounds, but I think BlazeClan is actually even more so. I wonder if it's going to be a culture shock for anyone," he mused. "Including myself, actually."

He nodded. That it would… The tom’s question sparked one in his own mind. “I think it’s kept near the entrance… That or we never catch enough to have a surplus.”

"Ah, I see," Thrushtail said quietly. He certainly hoped that the Clan wasn’t going to be in a constant prey shortage. But then, more cats joining meant more cats to go hunting, so hopefully it wouldn’t be a problem. "I guess keeping it by the entrance wouldn’t be too bad. It would only really be a problem for sick or weak cats, who probably shouldn’t be roaming the camp anyway."

"Yeah, true." He shook his head. "We could get lieutenants to get prey for them, in that case," he said. "It’s been working so far. At least we won’t freeze to death in our sleep." 

Thrushtail paused for a moment, having to remember what rank 'lieutenant' was. "Yeah, yeah, that's what I was thinking," he nodded. "And ah, BlazeClan may be a new Clan, but there've been cats here for a long time, so I suppose we can trust that they know how to do things," he said, squashing his doubts for the time being. This was a new Clan, so there were bound to be challenges. But he had faith that they could work through them... At least, they'd have to, really.

He nodded. That it would… The tom’s question sparked one in his own mind. “I think it’s kept near the entrance… That or we never catch enough to have a surplus.”

"Ah, I see," Thrushtail said quietly. He certainly hoped that the Clan wasn't going to be in a constant prey shortage. But then, more cats joining meant more cats to go hunting, so hopefully it wouldn't be a problem. "I guess keeping it by the entrance wouldn't be too bad. It would only really be a problem for sick or weak cats, who probably shouldn't be roaming the camp anyway."

Thrushtail sighed. He had thought that moving to BlazeClan would help him become a quicker hunter, a stronger fighter, and an all-around better cat in general. He had always felt inadequate in FrostClan, and this was his chance to finally make something of…

He couldn’t help but give a low chuckle. “Runningspirit. I’m a former FrostClan warrior as well, though it was a bit before your time.”

"Oh, really?" Thrushtail’s ears twitched in interest. "Runningspirit, huh? Well, I’ve never heard of you, though that doesn’t mean much. I was never, er, particularly in the loop, shall we say," he admitted. "Er, well, anyway, I’m Thrushtail," he continued, remembering to actually introduce himself. "So, tell me, do we ever get used to the heat in here, or…?" he asked, his pelt feeling rather heavy. That, combined with the inability to see the sky, was such a stark contrast from FrostClan that he had to wonder if he ever actually could adjust.

The tom nodded, shrugging a bit. He hadn’t known Thrushtail, either, so it didn’t bother him. “Eventually.” Runningspirit shuffled his paws a bit. “You nearly freeze your pelt off when you go outside the cave, though.”

Thrushtail nodded. “I suppose that would make sense. Hard for me to believe right now, of course, but it makes sense.” He shifted his paws uncomfortably. “But anyway, how, how long have you been here?” he asked after a moment of awkward silence. “Er, did you come here right after you left FrostClan, or did you wait a while?” he elaborated, hoping the question wasn’t coming off as offensive to the older tom.

Runningspirit blinked. “Mmm, I was a loner for a bit before I found this place,” he said. “I only just recently was accepted here, not long before BlazeClan got its name and leader.” He tilted his head towards Thrushtail. “You just got here, then? Is there anyone here you know?”

"Ah, I see," Thrushtail said, nodding. "Yes, I only came today. I know a few cats. Dogtooth, Applenose - you’d probably know her; she’s an elder - Blazeheart used to go by a different name, but I still know her, and there are a few others. I know there were several other cats thinking of moving here, too.," he told the other tom. "It’s probably for the best. We were getting rather crowded up there. Although, I hope we don’t end up getting too crowded here now."

He blinked, thinking, then nodded. “Yeah, I know Applenose, but that’s about it,” he confessed. “I left before Ashstar even became leader, so I don’t know many of the younger cats.” Runningspirit chuckled. “We’d have to watch out for stuff like that,” he said, pointing to a magma pool, “if we had so many cats underfoot.”

Runningspirit laughed at the other tom’s reaction to his words. “Just a tad bit,” he agreed. “Leaf-bare will be much more comfortable, for sure,” he added, relaxed now. He surely wouldn’t miss struggling to find shelter on the mountain…

Thrushtail let out a small purr. "I'm sure, but then again, it will be a pain to leave camp." His whiskers twitched a little. "All the more motivation to get better at hunting, I suppose. The less time it takes, the better," he said. "Although, speaking of which... How do we keep our food fresh here?" he asked. "Covering it in snow obviously wouldn't work in this place," he continued, a little confused. "Do we just bury it anyway? I guess it would still keep, but not for as long."