"Not overly thrilled at the idea of what I leave behind in this world being a name for the apocalypse." Yewknighted muttered honestly.

"Oh," Tundrachill said with a shiver, imagining that wouldn't be a very thrilling feeling at all. "Don't worry, it won't be. You'll have a great legacy to leave behind. It won't be naming the Apocalypse either. There's still so much more you'll do. Don't worry."

"I'm over five years old." Not many cats reached such an age in this day and age. "Not much hope for me there." her legacy... It would be quite small. Just Staticaxiom. Her daughter who hated her. She simply didn't know what to do with her. Any how... Yewunited knew her daughter would be her saving grace in Starclan's eyes. She had to make her own way.

Oh, this cat was pretty old then, funny, she didn't look particularly elderly in Tundrachill's eyes. "Lots can be done even in the shortest periods of time," commented the tabby with a slight shrug not knowing what else to say. "Don't be a pessimist."

"Always been that way. The apocalypse didn't change it, and that sentence sure won't either." It had been built upon years and years of disappointment. There was a time where she hadn't been such a pessimist. But that was a long long time ago.

"... Well aren't you negative." Tundrachill commented flatly with a small roll of her eyes; something she didn't normally do, the fact was. "Let's do something fun. Let's play a game"

White tipped paw's moved easily, as torite fur bounced struggling, though not by much to keep up with a white blurb of fur"So your both still around?" it was Moth fang "I though Bramble Whisper and myself were all alone, good thing we aren't I don't incest would have been to interesting to her" He said humorously, though in this day and age it might not be so funny "Don't hit on them! They just liably lost whoever they loved prior to this mess!" it would have been scolding, but now, the first time either of these other cat's would have heard her talk since her neck was sliced half open by a shadow clanner, her voice was soft a sound that struggled to escape and form, a sound that didn't belong to such a bulky cat.

Bramble Whisper and Moth Fang, ya not the luckiest of cat's, but they had lived. Moth Fang though than remembered the mention of game "Lets Play Moss Ball!" Bramble Whispered rolled her eyes "We hardly have enough moss for nest's!" yes her voice certainly changed, soft and struggled, but it was still tones deep like it once was with a undertone of a hum. Moth Fang laughed "You need to get the stick out of you know where!" he said standing on his hind legs batting his sister's ears. He than looked at Tundrachill "We need to cheer these two up!" he mewed Bramble Whisper scowled "I was fine until you flirted out of place, and suggested using something we don't have enough of as is, go play fetch with a burned stick, we have plenty of those" she mewed hoarsely, enough talking for her!

A game?" Yewknighted meowed dubiously. "Moss ball?" This was getting even more ludacris. Yewknighted chuckled a little bit at Bramblewhisper's joke. Fetch with a burning stick. Good one. Yah, she'd kinda misheard the she-cat. "Nice one." She stated, looking between the two. She didn't know either of their names. Or about Bramblewhisper's quiet nature. Thunderclan had been quite big after all. It was hard to know everybody. Particularly when it was so big. When you were quiet you were ignored, and that was how it worked.

"Oh hi," Tundrachill turned to the other two cats with a friendly nod of her head. She smiled at them a bit amused. "What are your names? Sorry, it's slipped my mind."

At least she wasn't alone doubting this game! Tundrachill and Mothfang, they were both crazy to Bramble Whisper. Nice One? Oh well take em as they come "Mothfang is kinda a idiot, requires adult supervision" She mewed back hoarse tone clear, but that one was a joke, since he was clearly a warrior ages cat "Oh I'm Mothfang, and the Bum is my half mute sister Bramble Whisper! Now that they know, Bramble Whisper shut up, no one wants to hear the croaky voice" oh bad move! In a second Bramble Whisper had whirled on him and he had to duck to avoid her massive sheathed paw "You, go play with a burnt stick. Now!" her voice was even more cracked when she yelled at the loud tone.

Mothfang listened though "Would you mind supervising him? Its not safe to travel alone anymore, I don't think" she padded over to yewknighted, figuring to let the two cats who wanted to play go play for a while "But you two can't play too long, we will need to find somewhere to sleep, I mean if the two of you want to stay with us?" they couldn't go to the camp, the terrain was rocky and some of those rocks went deep, one wrong step into a hole and you died, so ya those two needed to go play so bramble Whisper could shut up and think.

"Yewknighted." Said the blue she-cat. "Why not sleep with you guys…" Yewknighted realized that sounded wrong. "I mean, we are a clan, and we all sleep together… I'm just going to stop here." Because it was coming out all horrid.

Wow they were quite the radical two, Tundrachill thought to herself with a small purr as she stood up and stretched. "Sure," agreed the tabby patterned femme flashing the surrounding cats a ghost of a smile. "Let's find somewhere to sleep."

So Yewnighted, and who was the other she cat? Grand she just realized, Mothfang could copulate with both of these she cat's and make more of himself, she needed to find another tom pronto when either expressed interest in kits! No way was she having more of that disgusting thing running around! Moth fang looked back at Yewknighted yanking a stick out of the ground "Want to move that fast deary?" he flashed over at her flicking his head and ears. He epped running forward when Bramble Whisper pulled her lips back to a snarl. The she cat looked over at her clanmate "Well its more of the fact we've been staying in a hole in a tree, I don't thin four cat's will fit in it, he's lucky he fits in there with me" She mewed one ear flicked back.

How best to do this? Mothfang was already padding up to his desginated 'babysitter' dropping the stick at her feet "We're going to play fetch, You throw I fetch, I throw you fetch and so forth! Only a few times though, sticks go really far and we don't need to go too far" he said in a mockingly stern manner trying to copy his sister. Failure! His sister was now laying down "Either of you seen anything nostalgic of a den lately?" even a old badger set might work for now, somewhere safe from this dreary space where they could start putting life back together. 

"No." Yewknighted said. Granted, she hadn't really been looking. So there was that. Thunderclan's dens weren't exactly nostalgia material for her any how. They were just… Meh. They were there. She slept in them. Nothing else.

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Bramblewhisper nodded slightly "Than I suppose that's a top priority, with how small we are it has to be well hidden" Mothfang was rolling his eyes and pretending to talk in his sisters worn hoarse voice. Some respect he had. Mothfang was not to pleased he had been ignored. White fur bounced, before he jabbed Tundrachill with his paw "Your suppose to play fetch with me!" he mewed jabbing her again knocking the stick in front of her.

Yewknighted shrugged a bit, not knowing any such place. Even if she didn't she would rather not put herself int he spotlight like that. It was weird in it, after so long of being looked over because of the sheer mass of the clan.