(Listen to the Thistles and Weeds MAP :D)
Thistleclaw sat alone, watching Bluefur with narrowed eyes. She played with Whitekit, nuzzling his with love. He felt like clawing some sense into her. You're softening him!
It's been half a moon since Snowfur had died on the Thunderpath. Thistleclaw bristled in remembrance. And you didn't do anything to safe her.
Now she's with Sweetpaw in StarClan, looking down on him. Him and his Whitekit.
Thistleclaw looked up to the sky. Gray storm clouds blanketed the stars, sending cold winds down on ThunderClan camp. The frost had long shriveled the leaves on the trees and layered the ground. His sat up and walked to Whitekit, nuzzling him.
"Excuse me, Bluefur, I want some time alone with my son," he growled, putting emphasis on my. Bluefur narrowed her icy eyes, but nodded. Thistleclaw led Whitekit away from camp.
"What are we gonna do? Can we hunt?" Whitekit exclaimed, bouncing around him. Thistleclaw scoffed. "You're too young to hunt! I don't want you to freeze."
"But the Clan needs food! It's leafbare. We need to find as much food as we can for the Clan!" he exclaimed, his amber eyes wide. Thistleclaw smiled.
"The intent is more important. I'm glad you want to hunt for the Clan. Snowfur would've been proud of you," he said, nuzzling him. Are you watching me now, Snowfur?
"Go play with Tigerkit. As soon as you're an apprentice I'll show you every hunting trick there is."
"Even if I'm not your apprentice?" Whitekit squeaked, his eyes drowsy. The golden sun has descended from it's peak and a silver moon had taken it's place.
"Of course," Thistleclaw said, picking his by his scruff and taking him back to camp.
I'll make Whitekit the best warrior he could be, Snowfur and Sweetpaw. I promise, he'll be a valuable addition to StarClan.