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Published: 2016-10-09 18:32:14 +0000 UTC; Views: 1211; Favourites: 37; Downloads: 2
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12.15.18: Back at it again! This time it's Thundercrash's time to shine~
Edit 3: Updated the description, including the relations dialogue!
Edit 2: Finally got to updating him!
Edit 1: I made a few changes to his color palette and overall design, but there shouldn't be any major changes. c:
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oh ho ho, which cat would like to meet this old man
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How about you choose? Hm?
I cant decide! D:
I have:
EagleHeart
RoseDream
and
SpiritSong
all in LightningClan
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!!! tHEM, MAN, THEY'RE FAVORITES OF MINe
Maybe an interaction between him and Spiritsong would be good! Do you do notes, comments, discord, etc.?
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I prefer discord!
Message me?
:3
AND YOUR FAVORITES??? :000
RaveGalaxy#0607
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tHUNDER IS PLEASED WITH THAT MOTION
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OH MY GOD MY GOLDEN BOY GOT AN UPDATE HES SO HANSOME OH MY GOD
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he's 75 moons holy crap i remember when he was just 20 or smth
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SO LONG AGO, MAN,,, so long,,,
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HE THANKS YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT
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Hello, sir.
I believe I am to be your apprentice.
I am Mantispaw.
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[2/25/2017 8:25:59 PM] Shiningstarofwinter: Phoenix sat with her back to the door panel of her pen, her fur pushed up against mesh of the door. The little red cat had been pushing and scrabblling at the door for hours already today. She could feel it shake and move but she couldn’t seem to dislodge it from whatever it was caught on. The cats around her had told her what was up with what was holding her. It had been very discouraging to learn that there was a hook on the outside and raw force would do her no good. She could hear a commotion coming from the nest of the mill but at the moment she didn’t care and had her ears folded down to the top of her head.
[2/26/2017 8:46:16 PM] Sonic (Cloud Dep): The mission was burned fresh in Thundercrash's memory. Alongside a plethora of able-bodied warriors, he hurried over to the cages to carry out the plan now that the twolegs were gone. The gold-and-black tom sought out a place to start his mission, targeting a cage housing a small, red she-cat.
"That'll do." Thankfully there were a few objects lingering about, allowing him to reach the height of the cage.
"Hey there," he meowed softly. "I, er, well, I'll be working around your web, if you don't mind?" Oh man, was he supposed to just go and unlatch the lock? Looking below him the tom saw that's exactly what the others were doing. Swallowing in nervousness he proceeded to reach for the latch, stretching uncomfortably to draw and get it loose.
[3/3/2017 1:10:45 AM] Shiningstarofwinter:
Phoenix’s ears perked almost against her will as the sounds came closer to her. She grumbled quietly and shifted to move her head away from the noise. The sound came very close indeed. . .
And someone was talking to her. She scrambled away from the door of her pen and bristled at the source of the voice. She knew it was a cat and not one of the not house folk, though she wasn’t sure what to think of them whoever they were. As far as she could tell there were no loose cats belonging to the twolegs and that meant this had to be someone else. Phoenix had been penned for a short enough of a time that she was still very ready to get out of here, to bolt at a moment’s notice. She knew that right after the pen lip was a drop off of unknown depth but that hadn’t stopped her yet. She ‘watched’ the whoever it was messing with her pen intently.
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I dunno why but when I read the name Thundercrash, I imagined him running super fast straight into a tree yelling: THUNDER CRASH!!!!!!!!!
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ps ASSH
That is something he would probably do oml-
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I need to draw that XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Better yet, I might try and animate that one day XD
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Not that I remember. o: I know Rowanflight kinda knows Voltage, though!
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Ah okay 0: but I think you had a relation for Voltage before the update
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I would be delighted to! ;w;
How do you want to RP?
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I feel I keep up with comments better personally. I seem to check notes and forget to reply half the time and then a role play drops like flies
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One sizzlin' comment roleplay comin' right up!
Thundercrash was weary from many things. The cold, age, but most of all, the shocking news. He couldn't fathom the idea of leaving his home. He couldn't accept this. So many memories were made on these lands, and to depart from them was too much. With leaf-bare upon them, how will his Clanmates fare?
The warrior sighed, glancing around as the ocean of cats prepared to leave. He figured that he may as well help one of the queens herd their kits, and his blue eyes settled on a familiar dusty coat. He rushed over, ready to lend a helping paw.
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Bleakshade was nuzzling her kits forward with the crowd as she took turns hauling them in her mouth when they grew tired. She had spaced their breaks rather decently, but all of them were begining to grow tired and the queen began to worry they may slowly begin to fall behind. "Mama, when is it my turn?" Scatterkit whined, "my paws hurt..."
The queen dipped her head and gently pushed her kit along. "Soon my dear," she murmured. "Keep going, the moving will keep you warm," the blue-grey she-cat promised hopefully.
It wasn't long until Bleakshade caught sight of a bright and beautiful coat of an old friend. A smile crept upon her face as she set down her son Sleetkit before taking a small break to stretch her neck.
"Hello Thundercrash," she mewed warmly.
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It's here
The gold-and-black tom readied the brakes early, skidding to a stop barely a mouse length away from Sleetkit. Thundercrash let out a sigh of relief, glad to know that he didn't crash into the family like his name suggests.
"Good evening, Bleakshade." He weakly smiled. Before he said anything else, Thundercrashs decided to recompose himself. Deep breaths, old tom. Deep breaths. If he was going to handle the situation properly, he needed to be calm. Well, as calm as he could be.
"With this whole mess on us, I was wondering if, er, I could lend you a paw with your kits?" The warrior shuffled his paws. It made him a bit uncomfortable to help with a queen's kits. He'd thought that Hawkstorm would be here, but from what he could infer the white tom was busy helping others who needed it. "Maybe I could do that pick-up thing...?" Oh StarClan, why couldn't he be more professional?
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Yessssss 
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There was a small pause in conversation as the six cats walked, and mutters and soft cries from other families could be heard as the clan pressed onward to safe land. "At least the weather is tolerable," the queen mewed, gently nuzzling Scatterkit on once more as the fluffy kit began to slow. "A little more dear, just to that far tree," the queen promised emptily. Starclan, give Lightningclan strength...
Bleakshade smiled, and her heart warmed as Thundercrash offered a lending paw to help with the kits. "I'd love a helper, and I'm sure the kits would too," Bleakshade purred softly. "Scruffing is pretty easy, you'll know when you do it right! It'll feel... balanced." The queen gently stopped Scatterkit by the tip of her tail, as she had gotten into a rhythm of walking. "Don't stop left paw, don't stop, right paw," is all the blue-grey she-cat would hear form time to time as he little one huffed, patient and determined ahead of the group. "Thundercrash is going to try and help you out a little while, alright?"
Bleakshade demonstrated how to scruff a kit with her son Sleetkit as her daughter was the test-ee. Scatterkit was patient with Thundercrash, and gratitude soon took over when he eventually got the hang of it and the kit was relieved from the forest floor. "You're doing great," Bleakshade assured him through a mouthful of scruff. "Thank you for the help," Bleakshade murmured. It had been harder without Hawkstorm around, and the queen began wondering if he'd ever come back. "How have things been?"
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Thundercrush didn't exactly understand what the she-cat was talking about. Balanced? How could picking a kit up be balanced? What if they just keep squirming and refuse to have his help? All of this worry had stemmed from previous experiences with Rowanflight's litters, and to say the least, he was wary of handling kits since then.
The tom nodded slowly at her demonstration, watching carefully to see how she handled Sleetkit. "Alright, it seems easy enough." Taking a deep breath, Thundercrash was careful to pick the she-kit up gently by the scruff. She was heavier than he anticipated... The little ones have grown up quite a bit, it seems. He stood there for a few moments, making sure that his jaw wouldn't suddenly let go of Scatterkit. When he had confirmation that everything was alright, he began walking.
He glowed a little at Bleakshade's compliment. Oddly enough, it was enough to get his confidence up like it was in his younger days. "It's my pleasure, Bleakshade. Anything for an old friend," he meowed through Scatterkit's fur. We'll need to help each other more than ever, now. "Other than what's happening now, it's been pretty slow. With Ripplestream and Robincry all done with training I'm left with a lot of free time, haha~ What about you? Four kits must be a pawful..."
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Bleakshade chuckled at her companions remark. "Yes," she agreed slowly looking down at her kits, "they can indeed be a pawful, but they listen well overall and seem very content which I'm grateful for!" Bleakshade paused, plopping Sleetkit down to readjust her position with him before proceeding onward. "Good Starclan you kits are getting heavy," the queen mewed, sorrow edging her voice.
"That's right momma! And we're going to be the bestest warriors ever!" Scatterkit yowled brightly. "Hey mister... erm..." Scatterkit glaced over towards Bleakshade, helplessly.
"Thundercrash," the blue-grey cat mewed under her breath.
"Thundercrash!!! How long have you been a warrior? Have you ever been in a battle? Have you ever seen a badger?!"
Her brother and sister chuckled below her as the group carried on ward, the stars lighting their way.
Bleakshade plopped down her Sleetkit, grinning. "Oh yes, Thundercrash, do tell us about your adventures," the queen purred. With that said, all kits grew lively and bounded upon the ground, finding new energy in the excitement of an unheard story. Scatterkit wriggled out from Thundercrash's grasp, tumbling to the ground with a thud before picking herself up grinning up at the great warrior, her pace matching his.
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The gold-and-black tom couldn't help but glow at hearing Scatterkit's warrior goals. It was always nice to see the young ones dedicated to helping the Clan out so early in their lives, and the optimism coming from this kit eased Thundercrash's worries for the future.
"Slow down, tyke! I can't answer all-" He stopped once hearing Bleakshade's slight tease, flattening his ears at the prompt. What could he tell these kits? As far as he was concerned, he had a fairly average life. Surely they wouldn't want to hear about training and hunting? Let's start off slow, he thought.
"Erm, well," Thundercrash meowed, worriedly looking as Scatterkit fell to the ground. "I've seen about four winters as a warrior- Four winters. Oh wow, I'm getting pretty old, aren't I?" He purred in amusement, thinking back hard about stories he could tell these young kits.
"I haven't really been in a battle or seen a badger, but I've seen a lot of other cool things such as, ah, a... a skunk! In our home- I mean, in our old home we had plenty of tunnels to navigate through, and there was a skunk living in there one time! Littlestar had a run-in with it and came back to camp smelling worse than a dead crow for a week." He couldn't help but laugh heartily at the memory.
"There was also a time when an old leader of ours, Pebblestar, fought off a dog in order to save an apprentice, but I don't think you're old enough for that one." He looked at Bleakshade for an answer, ready to see if it would be an appropriate story or not.
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"WOAH," boomed Scatterkit wildly, bouncing about at the excitement of the story. "Dad told us that story once too! Did you get sprayed?" Sleetkit turned towards his sister, "I don't think so, he didn't mention it, mousebrain."
"Sleetkit!" Bleakshade gasped hotly.
"L-Leafbrain momma! I meant leafbrain!"
Bleakshade shot a glare towards her son before smiling at him to ease tension that welled within the young tom. "Be kind to your siblings... After all, if you ever become a leader one day, you wan't to be courteous and kind, like Tallstar! Thundercrash is a lovely example, too," she purred smiling at her long time friend.
Thundercrash continued with his few stories and as he finished, shot a glance towards the queen. She smiled warmly as her kits laughed, chuckled at and reenacted Thundercrashs' stories, and she appreciated the enthusiasm he was sparking in them, pulling them on, making their journey easier. Before Bleakshade could respond to the toms hesitance, the she-cat was cut off by her loud and eccentric daughter. "Momma told us about the time the bad cat chomped her neck!" she growled playfully. "That's why it's sticky looking and pink, right momma?" The queen sighed, lightly rolling her eyes and laughing with her cheeks flushing lightly. "Yes dear, that's right. If you want to hear his story, you best ask Thundercrash nicely!"
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Despite the inappropriate time, Thundercrash couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at the small scolding Sleetkit had received. "That's right, listen to your mother, kiddo." The tom meowed. "Curses won't get you anywhere. My brother would tell you exactly that, if he were here." He was such a fox-mouth, he thought to himself. "Although," he added, "I'm not sure if I'm that good of an example for a warrior, aha..." Flustered, he shook his head.
His ears perked up at Scatterkit's comment regarding Bleakshade's own story. "Bad cat? Neck?" Squinting at the bleak she-cat, Thundercrash was able to see what the little kit was talking about. He'd seen those neck scars on Bleakshade's about a million times already, but thinking about it now, he's never questioned how she got them in the first place.
"Oh, how did that story go, Bleakshade?" He meowed, tilting his head in curiosity. "I think I want to hear that-- I-if you're alright with it, that is!" Nervously he laughed, looking at the kits surrounding him, wondering if they'd even want a retelling of the same story.
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"Oh momma, let me!" Without hesitation, Scatterkit dashed in front of Thundercrash cutting him off, tail lashing as she prowled low to the ground. "It was during the great battle," she whispered, narrowing her eyes while locking them with the warrior. "Bleakshade was frantic, yowls could be heard from everywhere but her concern was put towards one cat... the bad cat!" The kit bounded forward towards her brother Sleetkit who's chest was puffed out. "Hawkstorm." Sleetkit ran ahead, dashing behind his mother as Scatterkit pressed on. "He was no where in sight as the two clans, Lightningclan and Highclan battled for victory. Just as Bleakshade finally had caught Hawkstorm in her sights, a large cat cut her off, refusing her passage." Howlingkit leapt in front of his sister as she continued on. "Tornheart." She mewed as her eyes locked with her brothers before relaxing again. "The two warriors stood a while, it was almost like peace surrounded them for a moment before Bleakshade spoke... "Tornheart, please move..." But the only reply the tom gave was, a duck of the head before lunging towards her, claws sheathed and teeth bared... Panic rushed through Bleakshade as she took a pace back, tripping over, and then.... Black." Scatterkit gave a small shake as she sidded with the older Tom. "The medicine cats said momma was asleep for almost two moons," she concluded. "It was some miracle from Starclan than brought her back I think... but momma never seen Tornheart after that. Even though she liked him."
Bleakshades ears flicked back slightly as she slowly plodded on, head hanging a little lower now as a silence dragged behind the group. "I was young," she muttered. "No one cared much for me and I thought I'd never have a family or someone to love... On a border patrol I ran into a tom, tried to frighten him away, but he found my bitterness amusing. Before I knew it we were talking and he walked border to border with me and next thing I knew..." she fell silent as she kept her eyes fixed on the ground. "I never saw him after that until the battle and I thought for whatever reason that maybe things could be different." The she-cat sighed and smiled softly as her kits kept up with her. "It may not have been Hawkstorm I first fell for, but I'm happy I did fall for him after I made a horrid mistake... just look at the beautiful gifts he's given to me..."
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