A dull morning in thunderclan.

[Metallicpool]

Metalicpool slowly opened his eyes. The morning sun was flowing in thorugh the entrance of the warriors den. He was laying strecthed out do to the lack of warriors sharing the same space. He slide his paws under his soft metalic belly, and sat up. His tail curled around his front paws. He sniffed the air, hoping too sense a familar scent. Unfortunately, he hadn't picked up even a scent of prey from the fresh kill pile. Thunderclan hasn'tbeen the same feirce clan lately. We wouldnt be perpared for any situation. Let alone an invasion of an enemy clan metalicpool thought. We need a miracle ftom starclan to survive that. If only thunderclan could get out of this situation, and return back to normal.

ANYONE FEEL FREE TO JOIN!!

[Froststar]

((GASP, there's a thread in TC.))
((Btw, I'm not sure if you knew this but I'm dead. I'm halfway between The Dark Forest and StarClan because I turned my back on the Clans but then semi-redeemed myself, plus I was a good kitty for a long time. Eh, so I'm just gonna be my ghosty self. You can decide to see me if you want.))
((And this is gonna be really bad. I'm uber tired. Exam week.))

Froststar was growing bored with The Dark Forest. She had finally gotten used to the odd smell of the lichen and the aggressive nature of her neighbors, and now she wanted desperately for something to do. She had just recently been reminded of her identity, which she had not remembered until an encounter with several living cats who had told her her name and begun to patch together the memory of her death and deception. ((See "Remnants" if you're interested.)) Now she was curious about how her Clan was faring, how had survived the Plague.

She closed her eyes and The Dark Forest disappeared behind her. Her fur stood on end, tossing in the wind generated by the limbo between the worlds of the living and the dead. Then, everything settled and she opened her eyes. There was the camp: almost like she remembered. There were still signs of the battle which had raged here, the unkemptness of the dens, the claw marks on the trees. But something else was amiss. She couldn't place it for a few moments, but then it hit her: everything was silent. She had become so used to the stagnancy of the Dark Forest, how each pawstep was muted, the lack of insects or prey, the absence of wind or weather for that matter. But everything here was quiet.
Where is the mewing of kits? she thought. The purr of Apprentices awaiting their Warrior ceremony? The gossip of the Elders?
Then she heard someone stir in the Warrior den. Froststar crept toward it and peeked her head in the opening.
"Can you hear me? What happened here?" She was never sure who would be able to see her and who would not. She could never choose the cats to whom she could reveal herself. The process seemed totally random and out of her control. Perhaps this was another of the punishments of the Dark Forest. She only hoped that this cat could see her, could tell her where everyone was, if the Plague had succeeded and wiped out her Clan. Oh StarClan she thought, What did I do?

[Metallicpool]

Metalicpool was nibbleing the knots out of his shiny silver fur. He suddenly sensed a shift in the atmosphere. He felt a presence but couldnt pin point the scent of a particular cat. He felt the air get thickwhoer as his breathing pattern sped up. He didnt know who or what too expect outside the warriors den. Then he heard a voice very faintly speak. not being able too make out what he heard metalicpool responds, "who's out there?"

[Froststar]

((Sorry, I didn't see that you had replied!!!))
Froststar whipped around at the sound of a living cat's voice. It was a gray male, one she did not recognize. But this was nothing new to her -- she didn't recognize anyone anymore. Froststar's last moons among the living came back in patches of memory. She knew that something terrible had happened, and that she had helped it along though she didn't know why, and she knew that she had died but she didn't know how. This face, like most others, did not come attached to a name or a memory. Perhaps she could use this to her advantage?

She put on her smoothest voice, the one that she used back when she was a great Leader of ThunderClan, when she was respected, and said to the tom, "It is I, Froststar, an envoy of StarClan. And you are?"