RiverClan Territory [Archive] - Warrior Cats Online

Ever

October 4th, 2016, 11:01 PM

@Crow
Birchstep watched his eyes carefully as he reacted to her offer. She figured he would be excited, and the smile on his face and hasty 'yes' told her she was right in believing so. She let off a little purr of encouragement for his efforts as he corrected himself and tried to regain a calmness. The maine coon herself felt alive with nerves, as if they were meeting for the first time. The nerves you got when you were too close to your secret crush for the first time. It was almost a silly feeling after all they were through, though she'd never been able to explore the giddiness she'd always felt around Crowfoot before. So in a way it was a fresh start, a new meeting. they now actually had a chance at a relationship, a chance to be something and work this out. it was hopeful and only made her smile widen a little more as she took a step closer to the tom who was so familiar, yet such a stranger to her now.
"Let's get back to camp then." She said softly, now standing beside him, taking the first step forward. they weren't far from camp so it wouldn't take them long to return, the perfect distance to break the ice that had formed between them. Which they have needed for a long time. A start at regaining their friendship, their relationship and exploring what they could possibly be. Birchstep found it difficult to keep her thoughts and dreams under control. It was nice to have those thoughts, those hopeful dreams for the future, it was a good sign that she was returning to the old cat she once was. Not that'd she ever completely heal from her past, but her personality most definitely would with time.

Ever

October 4th, 2016, 11:10 PM

Crow

October 4th, 2016, 11:18 PM

Ever
@Crow
Birchstep watched his eyes carefully as he reacted to her offer. She figured he would be excited, and the smile on his face and hasty 'yes' told her she was right in believing so. She let off a little purr of encouragement for his efforts as he corrected himself and tried to regain a calmness. The maine coon herself felt alive with nerves, as if they were meeting for the first time. The nerves you got when you were too close to your secret crush for the first time. It was almost a silly feeling after all they were through, though she'd never been able to explore the giddiness she'd always felt around Crowfoot before. So in a way it was a fresh start, a new meeting. they now actually had a chance at a relationship, a chance to be something and work this out. it was hopeful and only made her smile widen a little more as she took a step closer to the tom who was so familiar, yet such a stranger to her now.
"Let's get back to camp then." She said softly, now standing beside him, taking the first step forward. they weren't far from camp so it wouldn't take them long to return, the perfect distance to break the ice that had formed between them. Which they have needed for a long time. A start at regaining their friendship, their relationship and exploring what they could possibly be. Birchstep found it difficult to keep her thoughts and dreams under control. It was nice to have those thoughts, those hopeful dreams for the future, it was a good sign that she was returning to the old cat she once was. Not that'd she ever completely heal from her past, but her personality most definitely would with time.
Crowfoot smiled almost giddily with her purr, tail twitching with restrained eagerness. With an almost-silent laugh, the tom bounced on his paws, clearly ready to get going with Birchstep at his side.Although, honestly, the former didn't matter much- he enjoyed running, but this was infinitely more about her than the activity they were doing together. Yes, he'd been hurt when she'd blamed him for everything that had happened- but those memories were pushed to the side, mood at the high point of its swing. These mood swings were new to Crowfoot- he'd always been the stable one, able to keep others calm, and now he was in need of calming himself. But he supposed that was what love did to a cat. It was more than worth it, although just a few moments ago he'd thought differently. but that was before he knew Birchstep was happy. Well, at least happy enough to fake it, as there was no way to tell whether this purring and smiling was purely for his own benefit. Dismissing the thoughts from his mind, the tom gave the Maine Coon a sideways smile. "Let's go," he purred, bounding forward in a small leap before spinning on his heel to grin at Birchstep, emerald eyes twinkling as only she'd ever been able to make them do.

Ever

October 4th, 2016, 11:29 PM

Hexict

October 5th, 2016, 06:40 PM

@Hexict
Crimsonmoon refocused on the water quickly after making sure her catch was dead and close behind her. the thrill of getting the first catch pumped through her body, sending little shivers of excitement throughout her. It made her skin prickle, her fur raising. She heard a splash across the water and her eyes jerked to the sound without thinking, seeing Pastblaze pull a nice plump fish from the river. Her smile faltered a little as she realized they were at tie game and she needed to focus more now that ever. Her intense red gaze refocused on the darkening waters of the river, pupils large with excitement. It seemed as though time held as still as her body while she waited for her next catch to come into view. When it finally did, it took everything in her to keep from lashing out too early once again. This fish, she could already tell, was one of her favorites. It's sides shone under the water, a rainbow of colors reflecting the lingering sunlight. Her breath stopped as she prepared to lash out, and swiftly she struck the fish in the side. it almost slipped away, but her claws had caught it and she flung it quickly out of the water. The wriggling and thrashing of the fish caused an outer claw to tear painfully, though she made no wince to let the silent forest know of her pain. Once it was flopping along the dry ground, she pounced on it and ended it. Resuming her silent hunt, hoping to hear silence from her challenger across the water.

Pastblaze's ears flicked as he heard Crimsonmoon's next catch, and started to rock on his paws as he waited for his next catch, each heartbeat feeling like an hour to the tom. His gaze never left the shimmering surface of the water. Though he was tempted to see how his opponent's fish were, whether they were good prey or not, and to see how much more time they had for their little competition. He could tell by the fading light on the water that they were running out, but the sun had already started it's set before they had even started. The silver warrior blinked as he saw about three fish heading his way - they were small, but looked like a good catch. He picked on to target, and prepared himself for another strike into the cooling water. Pastblaze lashed out his paw towards the tiny fish, and felt aggravation as the started to evade them, but at the last second he twisted his paw and was able to hook one of the fishes' with his outstretched claws. Giving a smile, and flung it onto the land and instantly killed it. It was disappointing in size, but at least this one hadn't gotten away like the other two. As he turned back towards the river, Pastblaze allowed himself to look at Crimsonmoon, and stiffened a bit when he saw her last catch, his orbs lingering on it's shining rainbow scales. His blinked and forced himself to return to their competition, not wanting to get sidetracked nor intimidated.

Ever

October 6th, 2016, 04:29 PM

Crimsonmoon refrained from looking up when she heard another splash in the water. She didn't want to get distracted by her competition when the time was running out quickly. Though nothing came and she could feel her chest tightening with anxiety. They had both caught two fish, but whose would be the larger amount of prey? She licked her lips and tried to see through the dark murky water but it was impossible with how little daylight remained. A small sigh escaped her maw and she finally sat up and looked across the river. It was even hard to pick out Pastblaze's body along the dark river edge. "I can't see anything anymore, I think it is time to be done. Need help bringing your catch over?" The last sentence was announced in a mocking tone almost. More of a nervous tease that she needed to get out to break the silence and try to instill some last bit of confidence in herself. Maybe it would make him more nervous than she was to see who the winner would be. Though she had caught a fair two fish, one dull green that was smaller and a nice fat rainbow trout. They would make nice meals, if there was plenty of prey on the fresh kill pile she would take the trout for her own meal. Well half of it anyways, it was big enough to feed two cats easily.

lone

October 6th, 2016, 06:39 PM

~for Sleet~

Cloudpaw padded into the territory, the white apprentice looking around calmly. She sat down for a moment, looking back at the camp entrance before heading deeper into the territory. Her thoughts were mixed, hunting and the new friend that she had met not long ago. She was looking forwards to meeting him again...after all, she loved to meet new cats and play with them. Cloudpaw's senses were higher than they usually were as she prepared to hunt, her ears swiveling in the direction of any small noise. A leaf crunched under her paw and she jumped, startled before realizing that there was nothing to be worried about. She was glad that no one was around to witness her embarrassing display. Cloudpaw licked her maw, feeling really worried that someone might have been watching her. She hated embarrassing herself, especially in front of her clanmates. The white apprentice's blue eyes scanned the area around her, her ears pinned flat against her head and she shifted form paw to paw as she did when she was nervous. She was now hoping more than ever that another cat wasn't watching her, as she liked to keep up her 'cool' standards for as long as she possibly could. Besides, if Smokepaw's here he's going to change his mind about me being so confident, Cloudpaw thought worriedly. She had been planning on giving the tom some pointers on not getting embarrassed, but if she was going to get so worried, what was the point? Cloudpaw sighed, and swished her white tail once more as she calmed herself and her senses went back to their usual, heightened mode as she began to pad forwards once more, a little more cautiously this time. The she cat looked around as she did so, her eyes following any small movements, her ears swiveling around to follow any sound again.

Sleet

October 6th, 2016, 06:55 PM

Smokepaw padded tentatively into the clearing. Would Cloupaw come? Was she here already? Was she behind him? He swiveled his head around, checking to see him she was coming out behind him, but saw nothing. As he turned his head back around, he caught a glimpse of her through the bushes, just as she gave a small jump. A smile spread across his face. He purred quietly, and pushed his way into the open. The apprentice padded up to his new friend. "Hi Cloudpaw," he greeted her. Smokepaw surprised himself at how unreserved he felt with her. "Ready to go hunting?" He asked.

lone

October 6th, 2016, 07:10 PM

lone

October 6th, 2016, 08:17 PM

Hexict

October 7th, 2016, 07:22 AM

[ QUOTE=Ever;808]Crimsonmoon refrained from looking up when she heard another splash in the water. She didn't want to get distracted by her competition when the time was running out quickly. Though nothing came and she could feel her chest tightening with anxiety. They had both caught two fish, but whose would be the larger amount of prey? She licked her lips and tried to see through the dark murky water but it was impossible with how little daylight remained. A small sigh escaped her maw and she finally sat up and looked across the river. It was even hard to pick out Pastblaze's body along the dark river edge. "I can't see anything anymore, I think it is time to be done. Need help bringing your catch over?" The last sentence was announced in a mocking tone almost. More of a nervous tease that she needed to get out to break the silence and try to instill some last bit of confidence in herself. Maybe it would make him more nervous than she was to see who the winner would be. Though she had caught a fair two fish, one dull green that was smaller and a nice fat rainbow trout. They would make nice meals, if there was plenty of prey on the fresh kill pile she would take the trout for her own meal. Well half of it anyways, it was big enough to feed two cats easily.[/QUOTE]

Pastblaze quickly looked up as soon as Crimsonmoon spoke, the tom listened with perked ears as she claimed that it was getting too dark and they should end this. He was about to agree, but she had slid in a mocking comment, and his fur bristled. But it wasn't the tone alone... he looked at his prey. The first fish had been a good size, could be shared among a few cats - two or maybe even three - but the second fish was tiny, a pathetic catch. What would that fee, a kit? He silently scolded himself. No, he wouldn't need help carrying his outcome. "I can handle it. Though I am sure I may be of some help if you are unable to carry your," he let a mocking tone slip into his last words as well. Pastblaze was sure that he had lost despite not truly knowing how Crimsonmoon had done, and he was also sure that he wouldn't hear the end of it. The silver tom picked up his two fish and made strong stokes as he headed towards the red molly on the shore. He stopped beside the edge and blinked his orbs to make out how well she had done. He found himself a bit impressed. He pulled himself onto the dry ground beside Crimsonmoon, and without a thought shook out his soaked fur while he was right next to the molly. He was use to simple swims alone, so he never had to worry about shaking water onto other cats like this.

Hexict

October 7th, 2016, 07:29 AM

Zero to Hero

Stormblaze watched Bleakpaw, positive that the young cat would make a catch, and the two would then be on their way back towards camp. He was still surprised - and impressed - by his ability to hunt fish. The warrior had never taught his apprentice before, and he also claimed to have never been on the territory before. But the warrior decided best not to question him. The grey tom was taken aback when Bleakpaw looked at him with a glint of happiness in his orbs. Up until this point it had been clear that there was tension between the mentor and his new apprentice. Bleakpaw had shown zero respect towards the older cat, and Stormblaze wasn't accepted that. But imagine how he surprised he was when the black and white mottled cat asked if he could teach him to swim. Of course the apprentice would wish to know how to swim, but coming from the stubborn guy, it was pretty unseen. "Of course, I'm you mentor after all," Stormblaze answered simple, and gave a faint smile. Though he was sure that they would somehow find a way back to their tension filled ways.

Ever

October 7th, 2016, 11:17 AM

[ QUOTE=Hexict;1698][ QUOTE=Ever;808]Crimsonmoon refrained from looking up when she heard another splash in the water. She didn't want to get distracted by her competition when the time was running out quickly. Though nothing came and she could feel her chest tightening with anxiety. They had both caught two fish, but whose would be the larger amount of prey? She licked her lips and tried to see through the dark murky water but it was impossible with how little daylight remained. A small sigh escaped her maw and she finally sat up and looked across the river. It was even hard to pick out Pastblaze's body along the dark river edge. "I can't see anything anymore, I think it is time to be done. Need help bringing your catch over?" The last sentence was announced in a mocking tone almost. More of a nervous tease that she needed to get out to break the silence and try to instill some last bit of confidence in herself. Maybe it would make him more nervous than she was to see who the winner would be. Though she had caught a fair two fish, one dull green that was smaller and a nice fat rainbow trout. They would make nice meals, if there was plenty of prey on the fresh kill pile she would take the trout for her own meal. Well half of it anyways, it was big enough to feed two cats easily.[/QUOTE]

Pastblaze quickly looked up as soon as Crimsonmoon spoke, the tom listened with perked ears as she claimed that it was getting too dark and they should end this. He was about to agree, but she had slid in a mocking comment, and his fur bristled. But it wasn't the tone alone... he looked at his prey. The first fish had been a good size, could be shared among a few cats - two or maybe even three - but the second fish was tiny, a pathetic catch. What would that fee, a kit? He silently scolded himself. No, he wouldn't need help carrying his outcome. "I can handle it. Though I am sure I may be of some help if you are unable to carry your," he let a mocking tone slip into his last words as well. Pastblaze was sure that he had lost despite not truly knowing how Crimsonmoon had done, and he was also sure that he wouldn't hear the end of it. The silver tom picked up his two fish and made strong stokes as he headed towards the red molly on the shore. He stopped beside the edge and blinked his orbs to make out how well she had done. He found himself a bit impressed. He pulled himself onto the dry ground beside Crimsonmoon, and without a thought shook out his soaked fur while he was right next to the molly. He was use to simple swims alone, so he never had to worry about shaking water onto other cats like this.[/QUOTE]

When the tom climbed ashore she first wanted to assess his amount of prey, but she was kept from doing so when he shook out his fur. It sent droplets of water flying towards her, forcing her to turn her face away so that it wouldn't get in her eyes. She made a small growling of annoyance and glared at him when he finally stopped. "You don't get out often do you?" She mumbled grumpily, pointing out his bad manners. Her tail twitched back and forth behind her, displaying her temper. Though her eyes dropped to his smaller pile of prey and a sly smile came across her face. She pushed her two fish forward, hers just a bit larger than his own, thus making her the winner of their little competition. She met his gaze again, her flaming red eyes were huge and black as she tried to make out his facial features in the night. "Looks like I win." Her voice wasn't as teasing as it had been, nor as harsh, more just matter-of-factly. She didn't feel the need to rub her victory in, she found gloating to be disgusting. Simply proving you were better was all you needed to do, just state the fact and have it be a fact.

Hexict

October 7th, 2016, 02:34 PM

At Crimsonmoon's comment about his manners, the tom looked at her and just realized that he had shaken his fur out and onto her. Though he didn't really apologize for it, mostly because of her rude way of pointing it out, but he always wasn't really one to apologize... unless he generally felt bad. "Not with other people," he muttered with the fish still in his jaw. He stiffened when he noticed the sly smile, and understood the meaning for it and saw her pile that she pushed forward as if to prove her victory to him. Pastblaze flattened his ears and glanced away at this as if not wanting to listen to what she had to say. But the silver warrior was surprised when she didn't rub it in, and had actually expected her to not let him hear the end of this. He turned back towards her, though it was difficult to see her now. The two fell back into a silence, and his flicked his long furred tail. "Time to head back," he said simply, and headed back towards Riverclan. He wasn't usually out this late, and found it quite difficult to find his way back by memory alone and couldn't rely on his sight that much. Pastblaze was glad that they had caught this prey, and grateful that Crimsonmoon had taken her victory well and wasn't being rude about it. He couldn't help but glance at her for a heartbeat, but quickly turned back towards the direction he was heading.

The Cannibal

October 7th, 2016, 03:37 PM

{For Beau!}

Ears perking up as he heard the two choices he had to pick from for what exactly they would do, just him and Seapaw, he paused beside her, weighing his options. Both of them sounded like they could provide loads of fun, playing pranks on a Thunderclan or Shadowclan patrol, already he could imagine the looks on the other cats faces, but then again he thought about the riveting danger that would ensue with going off to check old Badger dens, one of his favorite things to do.. I might get in trouble if I try to prank the border patrols though.. Hickorypaw thought with a slight frown, tail flicking a bit as that thought passed through him. And exploring badger sets is so fun! Heck, maybe I can make another secret hideout that just me and Seapaw know about! A stupid grin spreading on his muzzle, he nodded his head and turned to look at his best friend, tail sticking straight up. "Lets go look for a badger set! I want to make a secret hideout and plus, maybe we'll even find an old badger to beat up and chase out!" He meowed out excitedly, that silly grin of his still plastered on his muzzle as he looked to his best friend for confirmation of his thoughts.

Ever

October 7th, 2016, 04:46 PM

[ QUOTE=Hexict;2061]At Crimsonmoon's comment about his manners, the tom looked at her and just realized that he had shaken his fur out and onto her. Though he didn't really apologize for it, mostly because of her rude way of pointing it out, but he always wasn't really one to apologize... unless he generally felt bad. "Not with other people," he muttered with the fish still in his jaw. He stiffened when he noticed the sly smile, and understood the meaning for it and saw her pile that she pushed forward as if to prove her victory to him. Pastblaze flattened his ears and glanced away at this as if not wanting to listen to what she had to say. But the silver warrior was surprised when she didn't rub it in, and had actually expected her to not let him hear the end of this. He turned back towards her, though it was difficult to see her now. The two fell back into a silence, and his flicked his long furred tail. "Time to head back," he said simply, and headed back towards Riverclan. He wasn't usually out this late, and found it quite difficult to find his way back by memory alone and couldn't rely on his sight that much. Pastblaze was glad that they had caught this prey, and grateful that Crimsonmoon had taken her victory well and wasn't being rude about it. He couldn't help but glance at her for a heartbeat, but quickly turned back towards the direction he was heading.[/QUOTE]

It was relieving that she had won the small competition between the two of them, if not a little lackluster as he didn't seem to be too bothered by it. He simply looked frustrated, pinned his ears and moved on. Though she supposed she appreciated that, sore losers were low. When he suggested they get back to camp she gave a nod. It was getting incredibly dark and there wasn't much moonlight out tonight. A cold wind blew through the forest, not that she minded however as her thick dry coat kept her nice and warm. Though she couldn't imagine Pastblaze could be dealing too well with the cold when he was so wet still. Though she made no comment. She simply picked up her prey and padded alongside him. She found herself watching him out of the corner of her eye a lot, catching when he glanced over and hurriedly looking away. She didn't want him to think that she was staring or anything, it was rude to stare she knew that much. The crimson cat couldn't help but think of how exhilarating and fun their competition had been, though she wasn't sure she wanted to admit that yet. Maybe she would, it depended on how she was feeling when they dropped the prey off and headed to sleep. If he was in a bad mood she wouldn't as she didn't want to make things awkward between them. The silence seemed to drag on as they padded through the territory, though it would be nearly impossible to talk anyways with mouths full of prey.
(want to post in the clearing?)

dionysus

October 7th, 2016, 09:14 PM

[ QUOTE=Duskflight;2146]{For Beau!}

Ears perking up as he heard the two choices he had to pick from for what exactly they would do, just him and Seapaw, he paused beside her, weighing his options. Both of them sounded like they could provide loads of fun, playing pranks on a Thunderclan or Shadowclan patrol, already he could imagine the looks on the other cats faces, but then again he thought about the riveting danger that would ensue with going off to check old Badger dens, one of his favorite things to do.. I might get in trouble if I try to prank the border patrols though.. Hickorypaw thought with a slight frown, tail flicking a bit as that thought passed through him. And exploring badger sets is so fun! Heck, maybe I can make another secret hideout that just me and Seapaw know about! A stupid grin spreading on his muzzle, he nodded his head and turned to look at his best friend, tail sticking straight up. "Lets go look for a badger set! I want to make a secret hideout and plus, maybe we'll even find an old badger to beat up and chase out!" He meowed out excitedly, that silly grin of his still plastered on his muzzle as he looked to his best friend for confirmation of his thoughts.[/QUOTE]

Seapaw twitched her tail as Hickorypaw thought. She watched him closely, the corner of her mouth tilting up at his perked ears. The molly noticed him frown and then begin to grin foolishly. Seapaw couldn't suppress a grin of her own at the sight of his silly facial expression, and when he turned to her, a broad smile shined from her face. A little shot of happiness passed through Seapaw at the sight of her best friend's tail held straight up. It was funny, but she also liked that he was so excited. It was one of those underrated happy moments that no one ever seemed to notice. Chuckling, Seapaw purred, "Alright, badger it is! I could use some fur in my nest." The she-cat took a step forward before turning to look at Hickorypaw again with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, "Your ginger pelt would be a nice addition once a badger rips it off." Sticking her tongue out, Seapaw dashed off in the direction of the loner territory, laughter tinkling behind her shoulder and drifting towards Hickorypaw.

FadedShadow

October 8th, 2016, 11:21 AM

Fadedpaw followed her mentor quietly, obviously something was on the she's mind, though if Melodysong didnot want to share, it was not her business to pry.

Abstracted Dog

October 8th, 2016, 11:42 AM

"Alright.. Now, Fadedpaw. We're going to be hunting fish today. As you can see, we're by the stream. So, show me how you prepare to catch one." She said, half-paying attention to what she was saying.

FadedShadow

October 8th, 2016, 11:48 AM

She nodded, studiously watching her mentor, hoping not too miss anything leading to failure of catching something.

Abstracted Dog

October 8th, 2016, 11:50 AM

Melodysong didn't saying, but looked like she was going to. She noticed the sun was getting just a little lower and she groaned. It was going to take forever..

FadedShadow

October 8th, 2016, 11:51 AM

Concern washed over her face, "Melodysong? Are you sure you're okay? Should I go get the Geckoleaf?" She meowed nervously, poised as if to run back to camp.

Abstracted Dog

October 8th, 2016, 12:01 PM

"Yes. I'm just waiting for something. Now, your stance is wrong. Try unseathing your claws first, and aim for the gills so it can't breathe. Like this." She looked into the water until a fish was swimming against the current. She unseathed her claws and grab it by the gills, it flapping around like it was trying to fly. Then, she bit it's gills, blood pouring out until it died. "Simple enough. Now, you try." She understood she killed it the messiest, quickest way to kill it, but she hoped the more they did, the sooner she could sneak out.

FadedShadow

October 8th, 2016, 12:02 PM

She nodded, sitting by the stream with her shadow half in the water, she saw a fish swim by and flashed her paw out into the water, losing balance and falling in.

Abstracted Dog

October 8th, 2016, 12:16 PM

"Fadedpaw!" She waded in, grabbing her apprentice by the scruff and pulling her out.

FadedShadow

October 8th, 2016, 01:46 PM

She sunk her claws into the rocky bed in alarm, Fadedpaw turned to Melodysong, "What did I do wrong?"

Caligo Everton

October 8th, 2016, 02:12 PM

Lilypaw walked through her territory whiteout her mentor. She had seen two days at the border early this morning she had been just padding around doing nothing really. SHe was trying to pin point who she had saw but her mind was blank. Her mentor had scolded her for no reason today and lilypaw was just generally grumpy.

Abstracted Dog

October 8th, 2016, 03:16 PM

"You probably put all of your weight on your left side." She explained, her ears perked. "You'd better get back to camp and eat something, you look rather chilled. I'll also let you take credit fir my catch." She purred, starting to walk a little bit forward.

Crow

October 8th, 2016, 03:36 PM

The happiness that radiated off the tom was contagious. It sunk deep within her, infecting her with a contempt of her own. One unlike she had ever been able to achieve in her solitude. She had definitely been able to heal, find peace, but not happiness. Though a jolt of fear and anxiety made the fur along her spine prickle nervously as she felt a realization that her happiness depended on Crowfoot in a way. Though as she caught his gaze, she knew that things were the same for him too. The way his eyes lit up when he looked at her was evenly reflected in her own, though at the moment hers were stained by her fears. Soon she would reach his level of forgiveness and forget the past, be able to live in the present and only look towards the future. She was excited for it, longed for it, was fearful of it. It was such a strange mixture of emotions and it overwhelmed her a little, causing her smile to falter as they fell into a walking pace and she looked away from the tom. Her short burst of purring had ceased as well and a silence fell upon them like a thick blanket of snow. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. It was borderline awkward, because there were so many things un-discussed that darkened their relationship still. A shadow that burdened them still. She glanced over at him once more, her look curious and questioning, wondering what was going through his mind. If deep down he was angry at her, if he hated her a little even. She wanted to believe he did, because he deserved to, but she doubted it. A small sigh passed her lips and she looked away. it was too difficult to look into his eyes as she said it, for the embarrassment was overwhelming. "I'm sorry." She whispered softly, her voice quickly carried away by the breeze. Though she was sure he had heard it, and she knew it was a pitiful way to have said it, but she didn't know any other way to apologize for her past actions.

Ever
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Crowfoot smiled more widely at her clear happiness, a soft purr rumbling within his throat. It was hard to restrain himself from saying something overly romantic again, but he did, if only for her own sake. His eyes were fixed on the silvery tabby, a bit anxious that their mutual happiness was destined only to last a few seconds. His fear was confirmed as her fur stood on end, and the tom gave a small, worried frown, watching her like a hawk to try and find what was causing her sudden burst of unhappiness. Although small, it was still worrying. [I]Did I do something wrong?wondered the tom. He must've- there was nothing else around that could've caused it. A small sigh huffed from his nose, a miniature cloud billowing out into the cold air. Although conversation usually made him uncomfortable, this silence was doing the same thing- it was prickling along his spine as he wondered whether to say something- but everything he could say was either awkward or 'too fast'. As he was about to speak- most likely saying something that would've been completely wrong for the situation- he heard a soft whisper from Birchstep's mouth. It was quiet- he likely would've missed it if it hadn't been for the previous quietness lingering still in the cool air. I'm sorry. "M-me too," he whispered in an equally quiet tone. "It's not your fault. None of it is." Not exactly true, but he wanted to convince himself and her of it all the same. Perhaps just blaming it on Aukstrike would be better? The tom shook his head, almost angry at himself. Aukstrike had a part to play in this, but so did he. So did Birchstep, even- however much he wanted to convince himself it wasn't true.

Ever

October 8th, 2016, 03:48 PM

[ QUOTE=Crow;3812]Ever
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Crowfoot smiled more widely at her clear happiness, a soft purr rumbling within his throat. It was hard to restrain himself from saying something overly romantic again, but he did, if only for her own sake. His eyes were fixed on the silvery tabby, a bit anxious that their mutual happiness was destined only to last a few seconds. His fear was confirmed as her fur stood on end, and the tom gave a small, worried frown, watching her like a hawk to try and find what was causing her sudden burst of unhappiness. Although small, it was still worrying. [I]Did I do something wrong?wondered the tom. He must've- there was nothing else around that could've caused it. A small sigh huffed from his nose, a miniature cloud billowing out into the cold air. Although conversation usually made him uncomfortable, this silence was doing the same thing- it was prickling along his spine as he wondered whether to say something- but everything he could say was either awkward or 'too fast'. As he was about to speak- most likely saying something that would've been completely wrong for the situation- he heard a soft whisper from Birchstep's mouth. It was quiet- he likely would've missed it if it hadn't been for the previous quietness lingering still in the cool air. I'm sorry. "M-me too," he whispered in an equally quiet tone. "It's not your fault. None of it is." Not exactly true, but he wanted to convince himself and her of it all the same. Perhaps just blaming it on Aukstrike would be better? The tom shook his head, almost angry at himself. Aukstrike had a part to play in this, but so did he. So did Birchstep, even- however much he wanted to convince himself it wasn't true.
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Birchstep still didn't want to make eye contact with him even though he had uttered words she'd wanted to hear. It didn't feel like the truth, the truth felt rotten and made her chest clench with guilt, these words didn't help relieve that. She stared out at the forest ahead of them with a bleak expression. "It's not yours either." She replied, it only seemed right to say. She knew they were all to blame though and that the pain of each of their individual faults in this would only heal over time. Nothing could fix a mistake that had caused such a large impact on her life. Her fur finally laid down again. She felt exhausted, mentally and physically, from this conversation, from the mental strain it took to keep composed around Crowfoot right now. She wanted to sink her nose into his soft mottled fur and cry out all the tears she needed to, and maybe that would be a way to help her heal once they became closer again, it just seemed wrong to do now. It took a lot out of her to keep from losing herself in his eyes, in his scent, in his heart. Birchstep just wanted to protect herself first, make sure this is what she wants and what he wants. The silver cat didn't think she would be able to continue on in life if she made another mistake as traumatic as her last. She couldn't experience such pain alone again, it would consume her. The first time around almost had.
Her ears perked to the faint sounds of cats. The clearing was approaching and with that the sounds of the busy clan. She was happy that the clan was fairing so well, but it was bittersweet. It should be Aukstrike that was helping lead the clan into strength, not Thornfrost... She shook her head lightly, trying to shake off the memory as her past mate. He had been perfect, had seemed so right, how could it have come to this? She shook her head again, she couldn't spiral back to those thoughts. Not after all the work she had done to reach a peaceful place, she needed to let him go.

The Cannibal

October 8th, 2016, 04:28 PM

[ QUOTE=Beau;2766][ QUOTE=Duskflight;2146]{For Beau!}

Ears perking up as he heard the two choices he had to pick from for what exactly they would do, just him and Seapaw, he paused beside her, weighing his options. Both of them sounded like they could provide loads of fun, playing pranks on a Thunderclan or Shadowclan patrol, already he could imagine the looks on the other cats faces, but then again he thought about the riveting danger that would ensue with going off to check old Badger dens, one of his favorite things to do.. I might get in trouble if I try to prank the border patrols though.. Hickorypaw thought with a slight frown, tail flicking a bit as that thought passed through him. And exploring badger sets is so fun! Heck, maybe I can make another secret hideout that just me and Seapaw know about! A stupid grin spreading on his muzzle, he nodded his head and turned to look at his best friend, tail sticking straight up. "Lets go look for a badger set! I want to make a secret hideout and plus, maybe we'll even find an old badger to beat up and chase out!" He meowed out excitedly, that silly grin of his still plastered on his muzzle as he looked to his best friend for confirmation of his thoughts.[/QUOTE]

Seapaw twitched her tail as Hickorypaw thought. She watched him closely, the corner of her mouth tilting up at his perked ears. The molly noticed him frown and then begin to grin foolishly. Seapaw couldn't suppress a grin of her own at the sight of his silly facial expression, and when he turned to her, a broad smile shined from her face. A little shot of happiness passed through Seapaw at the sight of her best friend's tail held straight up. It was funny, but she also liked that he was so excited. It was one of those underrated happy moments that no one ever seemed to notice. Chuckling, Seapaw purred, "Alright, badger it is! I could use some fur in my nest." The she-cat took a step forward before turning to look at Hickorypaw again with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, "Your ginger pelt would be a nice addition once a badger rips it off." Sticking her tongue out, Seapaw dashed off in the direction of the loner territory, laughter tinkling behind her shoulder and drifting towards Hickorypaw.[/QUOTE]

It seemed while he was measuring his choices carefully, he hadn't even been paying attention to anything around him, just simply focusing on his thoughts and his thoughts alone, his eyes glazed as he went back and forth before finally deciding on the badger set exploration idea. When he finally came back into reality, he blinked and looked at Seapaws' demeanor, almost seeming to get happier when he saw that grin of hers, and that she seemed to be genuinely happy rather than what she had been earlier. "I don't know about lining badger fur in my nest, it stinks! But maybe if we lined the hideout with it, no other apprentice would dare come near it!" Eyes shining brightly as he thought about other apprentices' running scared at the badger smell and immediately began to snicker before snapping out of it just in time to hear what his best friend had said. Laughing out loudly and shaking his head. "Too bad that won't be happening! If anything, I might have to be the one saving your hide!" Flashing her a teasing grin before tearing after her once she took off, his paws spraying dirt behind him as he hurtled after her before zipping right past, sticking his tongue out at her as he did before laughing out and looking ahead, zooming right along.

FadedShadow

October 8th, 2016, 09:21 PM

[ QUOTE=☯Lilacwood;3768]"You probably put all of your weight on your left side." She explained, her ears perked. "You'd better get back to camp and eat something, you look rather chilled. I'll also let you take credit fir my catch." She purred, starting to walk a little bit forward.[/QUOTE]

She firmly shook her head, "Oh no Melodysong! I can't takecredit for what you did!" She exclaimed, shaking her fur to dry it, "I'll catch a vole or something on the way back," Fadedpaw meowed, then added, "If it's okay with you that is."

Abstracted Dog

October 8th, 2016, 11:28 PM

"Of course." She meowed, quickly dropped off her prey, and ran to the border as quick as possible.

dionysus

October 9th, 2016, 10:26 AM

[ QUOTE=Duskflight;3903][ QUOTE=Beau;2766][ QUOTE=Duskflight;2146]{For Beau!}

Ears perking up as he heard the two choices he had to pick from for what exactly they would do, just him and Seapaw, he paused beside her, weighing his options. Both of them sounded like they could provide loads of fun, playing pranks on a Thunderclan or Shadowclan patrol, already he could imagine the looks on the other cats faces, but then again he thought about the riveting danger that would ensue with going off to check old Badger dens, one of his favorite things to do.. I might get in trouble if I try to prank the border patrols though.. Hickorypaw thought with a slight frown, tail flicking a bit as that thought passed through him. And exploring badger sets is so fun! Heck, maybe I can make another secret hideout that just me and Seapaw know about! A stupid grin spreading on his muzzle, he nodded his head and turned to look at his best friend, tail sticking straight up. "Lets go look for a badger set! I want to make a secret hideout and plus, maybe we'll even find an old badger to beat up and chase out!" He meowed out excitedly, that silly grin of his still plastered on his muzzle as he looked to his best friend for confirmation of his thoughts.[/QUOTE]

Seapaw twitched her tail as Hickorypaw thought. She watched him closely, the corner of her mouth tilting up at his perked ears. The molly noticed him frown and then begin to grin foolishly. Seapaw couldn't suppress a grin of her own at the sight of his silly facial expression, and when he turned to her, a broad smile shined from her face. A little shot of happiness passed through Seapaw at the sight of her best friend's tail held straight up. It was funny, but she also liked that he was so excited. It was one of those underrated happy moments that no one ever seemed to notice. Chuckling, Seapaw purred, "Alright, badger it is! I could use some fur in my nest." The she-cat took a step forward before turning to look at Hickorypaw again with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, "Your ginger pelt would be a nice addition once a badger rips it off." Sticking her tongue out, Seapaw dashed off in the direction of the loner territory, laughter tinkling behind her shoulder and drifting towards Hickorypaw.[/QUOTE]

It seemed while he was measuring his choices carefully, he hadn't even been paying attention to anything around him, just simply focusing on his thoughts and his thoughts alone, his eyes glazed as he went back and forth before finally deciding on the badger set exploration idea. When he finally came back into reality, he blinked and looked at Seapaws' demeanor, almost seeming to get happier when he saw that grin of hers, and that she seemed to be genuinely happy rather than what she had been earlier. "I don't know about lining badger fur in my nest, it stinks! But maybe if we lined the hideout with it, no other apprentice would dare come near it!" Eyes shining brightly as he thought about other apprentices' running scared at the badger smell and immediately began to snicker before snapping out of it just in time to hear what his best friend had said. Laughing out loudly and shaking his head. "Too bad that won't be happening! If anything, I might have to be the one saving your hide!" Flashing her a teasing grin before tearing after her once she took off, his paws spraying dirt behind him as he hurtled after her before zipping right past, sticking his tongue out at her as he did before laughing out and looking ahead, zooming right along.[/QUOTE]

Seapaw listened to him talk about lining the hideout with badger fur, rolling her eyes. He hadn't understood what she meant, so she finished her tease by describing his fur. Before she ran off, she noticed the shine in his eyes and wondered what Hickorypaw had been thinking about.Probably scaring off other apprentices, She reasoned before dashing off. The molly heard what he yowled after her and turned her head back to stick her tongue out at him just in time to see his playful grin before he took off after her. Laughing loudly and exaggeratedly to be sure he could hear her, Seapaw picked up her speed. She looked over just in time to see Hickorypaw stick his tongue out at her as he passed, and a choking sound exited her maw as she laughed and hissed at him playfully at the same time. Tucking her head in, Seapaw pushed herself to speed up until she was right on his tail. Suddenly getting an idea, Seapaw pumped her legs even faster before springing into the air with her paws reaching for Hickorypaw's haunches.
:nana:

Zero

October 9th, 2016, 10:56 AM

[ QUOTE=Hexict;1711] Zero to Hero

Stormblaze watched Bleakpaw, positive that the young cat would make a catch, and the two would then be on their way back towards camp. He was still surprised - and impressed - by his ability to hunt fish. The warrior had never taught his apprentice before, and he also claimed to have never been on the territory before. But the warrior decided best not to question him. The grey tom was taken aback when Bleakpaw looked at him with a glint of happiness in his orbs. Up until this point it had been clear that there was tension between the mentor and his new apprentice. Bleakpaw had shown zero respect towards the older cat, and Stormblaze wasn't accepted that. But imagine how he surprised he was when the black and white mottled cat asked if he could teach him to swim. Of course the apprentice would wish to know how to swim, but coming from the stubborn guy, it was pretty unseen. "Of course, I'm you mentor after all," Stormblaze answered simple, and gave a faint smile. Though he was sure that they would somehow find a way back to their tension filled ways.[/QUOTE]

Bleakpaw nodded, and then focused his attention back onto the stream and his new found ability to fish like a champion. However, he knew he shouldn't try to over think it, so he let his thoughts wander after a moment, and his body to do what felt natural. He leaned forward after a moment, but not enough to let his shadow fall across the water. This is how he stayed for a few minutes as he waited for a fish to swim close enough. When one did wander over to his side of the river, his gaze locked onto the sleek shape, watching with the focus of a well-trained predator. His paw flashed out after a moment, flipping the fish from it's home with warrior-like grace. This time, he got too excited, so he couldn't catch it in his mouth mid-air, but it did land next to him. He pressed a paw on top of it to hold it still, and then quickly killed it so last time wouldn't happen once again. "There we go!" He meowed, actually smiling genuinely.

echofur

October 9th, 2016, 07:36 PM

yummyluc

October 9th, 2016, 07:44 PM

Shadywhisker sat at the riverbank, watching the swift water. She was a few tail lengths away from the stepping stones witched crossed onto Thunderclan territory. The river seemed oddly empty this certain morning. Shadywhisker wouldn't return to camp until she had caught at least a mouse. The silver and black striped she-cat spend her jaw, drinking in the air. The faint sent of a vole came from further up the riverbank, towards the stepping stones. Shadywhisker fell into a crouch, stalking the prey quietly. A fox length away from the she-cat the grass stirred slightly, allowing her to pinpoint the vole, its sent growing stronger.

Bluedew had left the clearing in search of something to do. not many cats spoke to her, which was understandable, she wasn't the most approachable cat, despite her well-bound friendships. When she spotted another cat hunting, she stopped moving and held her breath. She knew what it felt like to lose prey over some ignorant cat making enough noise to wake StarClan, so she stopped and watched, stock-still, as the other cat approached their prey.

Even the wind and insects seemed to stop and stare at the she-cat hunting by the river, the whole world stopping to watch one cat catch prey to feed herself or her Clan. Something about the silver-black she-cat had Bluedew mesmerized. So much, she didn't notice her tail slowly starting to droop down. When a grasshopper suddenly leaped on her tail, Bluedew let out a slight yelp and jerked away, scattering some fallen leaves and stumbling on her paws in an effort to catch herself.

Hexict

October 9th, 2016, 07:44 PM

Bleakpaw nodded, and then focused his attention back onto the stream and his new found ability to fish like a champion. However, he knew he shouldn't try to over think it, so he let his thoughts wander after a moment, and his body to do what felt natural. He leaned forward after a moment, but not enough to let his shadow fall across the water. This is how he stayed for a few minutes as he waited for a fish to swim close enough. When one did wander over to his side of the river, his gaze locked onto the sleek shape, watching with the focus of a well-trained predator. His paw flashed out after a moment, flipping the fish from it's home with warrior-like grace. This time, he got too excited, so he couldn't catch it in his mouth mid-air, but it did land next to him. He pressed a paw on top of it to hold it still, and then quickly killed it so last time wouldn't happen once again. "There we go!" He meowed, actually smiling genuinely.

As they waited for another fish to come their way, Stormblaze had dried off his thick fur, and was now just watching Bleakpaw eyeing the water, prepared for when it was time to strike at on coming prey. The warrior quickly grew bored, but forced himself still and to keep from getting upset with how Bleakpaw's splashing around had scared off the fish. Though it wasn't too long before another fish gave the river a shot, and started to swim towards Bleakpaw again. As his apprentice caught the fish, Stormblaze gave him a nod of approval and watched as he gave him a genuine smile. The warrior gave a tiny one, and turned towards the camp. "Tome to head back. Can you carry your fish?" He called back as he took a single step away, but realized that he should probably ask that since the smaller cat had caught two fish and may need some help getting them back to camp.

echofur

October 9th, 2016, 07:59 PM

[ QUOTE=alphypoin;5533]Bluedew had left the clearing in search of something to do. not many cats spoke to her, which was understandable, she wasn't the most approachable cat, despite her well-bound friendships. When she spotted another cat hunting, she stopped moving and held her breath. She knew what it felt like to lose prey over some ignorant cat making enough noise to wake StarClan, so she stopped and watched, stock-still, as the other cat approached their prey.

Even the wind and insects seemed to stop and stare at the she-cat hunting by the river, the whole world stopping to watch one cat catch prey to feed herself or her Clan. Something about the silver-black she-cat had Bluedew mesmerized. So much, she didn't notice her tail slowly starting to droop down. When a grasshopper suddenly leaped on her tail, Bluedew let out a slight yelp and jerked away, scattering some fallen leaves and stumbling on her paws in an effort to catch herself.[/QUOTE]
Shadywhiskers head snapped up as a yowl sounds not to far off. She turned let out a growl of annoyance as the vole scattered away, rustling the grass as it did so. "Who's there?" She snapped, trying to scent the cat that had distracted her but the wind was blowing against her.
"Show yourself!" She tried again, her blue eyes scanning the her surroundings in frustration.

yummyluc

October 9th, 2016, 08:06 PM

Bluedew had left the clearing in search of something to do. not many cats spoke to her, which was understandable, she wasn't the most approachable cat, despite her well-bound friendships. When she spotted another cat hunting, she stopped moving and held her breath. She knew what it felt like to lose prey over some ignorant cat making enough noise to wake StarClan, so she stopped and watched, stock-still, as the other cat approached their prey.

Even the wind and insects seemed to stop and stare at the she-cat hunting by the river, the whole world stopping to watch one cat catch prey to feed herself or her Clan. Something about the silver-black she-cat had Bluedew mesmerized. So much, she didn't notice her tail slowly starting to droop down. When a grasshopper suddenly leaped on her tail, Bluedew let out a slight yelp and jerked away, scattering some fallen leaves and stumbling on her paws in an effort to catch herself.
Shadywhiskers head snapped up as a yowl sounds not to far off. She turned let out a growl of annoyance as the vole scattered away, rustling the grass as it did so. "Who's there?" She snapped, trying to scent the cat that had distracted her but the wind was blowing against her.
"Show yourself!" She tried again, her blue eyes scanning the her surroundings in frustration.

Bluedew hissed insults in her head. Why had she gotten so startled over a grasshopper? She hesitated a few moments, thinking of her options. If she ran, she wouldn't have to face the shame of losing pray, if she sat there, the she-cat would most likely come in to get her, if she went out now, she'd lose the risk of being scolded back at camp, get the embarrassment out of the way, and have nothing to worry about. Burying herself in the ground felt better than any of those choices. But alas, being wise, she stepped out from RiverClan's forested area, forcing her head up instead of her head down with her tail between her legs like a kit getting scolded. She kept her face emotionless as she stepped out into the morning sun, pawsteps slightly uneven, but solid on the hard Earth, "My bad!" She called out with a light chuckle and small smirk, something flashing in her copper eyes as she got a good look at the she-cat. She was rather pretty, and looked familiar.. Her name was lost to Bluedew, but her beauty made the Russian blue's breath hitch.

echofur

October 9th, 2016, 08:25 PM

Bluedew had left the clearing in search of something to do. not many cats spoke to her, which was understandable, she wasn't the most approachable cat, despite her well-bound friendships. When she spotted another cat hunting, she stopped moving and held her breath. She knew what it felt like to lose prey over some ignorant cat making enough noise to wake StarClan, so she stopped and watched, stock-still, as the other cat approached their prey.

Even the wind and insects seemed to stop and stare at the she-cat hunting by the river, the whole world stopping to watch one cat catch prey to feed herself or her Clan. Something about the silver-black she-cat had Bluedew mesmerized. So much, she didn't notice her tail slowly starting to droop down. When a grasshopper suddenly leaped on her tail, Bluedew let out a slight yelp and jerked away, scattering some fallen leaves and stumbling on her paws in an effort to catch herself.
Bluedew hissed insults in her head. Why had she gotten so startled over a grasshopper? She hesitated a few moments, thinking of her options. If she ran, she wouldn't have to face the shame of losing pray, if she sat there, the she-cat would most likely come in to get her, if she went out now, she'd lose the risk of being scolded back at camp, get the embarrassment out of the way, and have nothing to worry about. Burying herself in the ground felt better than any of those choices. But alas, being wise, she stepped out from RiverClan's forested area, forcing her head up instead of her head down with her tail between her legs like a kit getting scolded. She kept her face emotionless as she stepped out into the morning sun, pawsteps slightly uneven, but solid on the hard Earth, "My bad!" She called out with a light chuckle and small smirk, something flashing in her copper eyes as she got a good look at the she-cat. She was rather pretty, and looked familiar.. Her name was lost to Bluedew, but her beauty made the Russian blue's breath hitch.
Shadywhisker turned towards the unfamiliar cat, taking in her sent. She could not place where it was from and it made her frustrated. The cat looked embarrassed and it made shadywhisker soften the slightest bit. She sat down, not lowering her guard completely, and wrapped her tail around her paws.
"Are you a Riverclan cat? I don't recognize you." She questions, narrowing her eyes. "If you're not Riverclan, what are you doing here!" She added, hissing a little at the new cat.

yummyluc

October 9th, 2016, 08:37 PM

Shadywhisker turned towards the unfamiliar cat, taking in her sent. She could not place where it was from and it made her frustrated. The cat looked embarrassed and it made shadywhisker soften the slightest bit. She sat down, not lowering her guard completely, and wrapped her tail around her paws.
"Are you a Riverclan cat? I don't recognize you." She questions, narrowing her eyes. "If you're not Riverclan, what are you doing here!" She added, hissing a little at the new cat.

"Whoa, calm down. I'm not around much, but I'm a RiverClan cat." Bluedew assured her with a nod, sitting across from her and warpping her gray-blue tail around her small paws, trying to keep a calm demeanor even though heat spread from her cheeks to her tail. Now that she was this close, this she-cat wasn't just pretty, she was gorgeous, and soon Bluedew found her eyes wide and staring, muzzle parted slightly in awe of the she-cat. Don't do it, Bluedew. Don't you dare. You promised yourself no more toms and no more she-cats, keep that promise. She hissed to herself in her head, blinking out of her daze and closing her mouth, keeping her eyes half-lidded like always, and tried to keep herself from staring at the other RiverClan cat.

echofur

October 9th, 2016, 08:43 PM

"Whoa, calm down. I'm not around much, but I'm a RiverClan cat." Bluedew assured her with a nod, sitting across from her and warpping her gray-blue tail around her small paws, trying to keep a calm demeanor even though heat spread from her cheeks to her tail. Now that she was this close, this she-cat wasn't just pretty, she was gorgeous, and soon Bluedew found her eyes wide and staring, muzzle parted slightly in awe of the she-cat. Don't do it, Bluedew. Don't you dare. You promised yourself no more toms and no more she-cats, keep that promise. She hissed to herself in her head, blinking out of her daze and closing her mouth, keeping her eyes half-lidded like always, and tried to keep herself from staring at the other RiverClan cat.
Shadywhisker blinked, relaxing slightly. She allowed herself to finally get a good look at the she-cat, her blue-grey fur shining in the fading sunlight. Shadywhisker gaze broke from the cat towards the river only to drag her blue eyes back to the pretty cat.
"Im Shadywhisker." She decided to share, becoming more comfortable in the new cats presence. "And you are?" she proceeded to ask, giving her chest a few licks in attempt to groom her ruffled fur.

yummyluc

October 9th, 2016, 08:51 PM

Shadywhisker blinked, relaxing slightly. She allowed herself to finally get a good look at the she-cat, her blue-grey fur shining in the fading sunlight. Shadywhisker gaze broke from the cat towards the river only to drag her blue eyes back to the pretty cat.
"Im Shadywhisker." She decided to share, becoming more comfortable in the new cats presence. "And you are?" she proceeded to ask, giving her chest a few licks in attempt to groom her ruffled fur.

The warrior couldn't even look her in the eye, leading her gaze to anywhere but Shadywhisker, "A-Ah.." She lost her voice for a moment before clearing her throat and trying again, "I'm Bluedew. Are you new around here? I haven't seen you much, before." She asked, her voice cracking only twice in that sentence. Why was she so nervous? Shadywhisker wasn't even mildly interested in her, and probably hated her for making her lose that vole.. "Oh, and uh, sorry.. for making you lose that good catch, I mean." The blue cat added quickly, suddenly finding the clear river water very interesting.

echofur

October 9th, 2016, 09:01 PM

The warrior couldn't even look her in the eye, leading her gaze to anywhere but Shadywhisker, "A-Ah.." She lost her voice for a moment before clearing her throat and trying again, "I'm Bluedew. Are you new around here? I haven't seen you much, before." She asked, her voice cracking only twice in that sentence. Why was she so nervous? Shadywhisker wasn't even mildly interested in her, and probably hated her for making her lose that vole.. "Oh, and uh, sorry.. for making you lose that good catch, I mean." The blue cat added quickly, suddenly finding the clear river water very interesting.
Shadywhisker blinked understandingly at the nervous cat. She had completely forgotten about the incident from earlier finding Bluedew's nervousness attractive. "Its alright, I'll probably find a mouse of something on the way back to camp." She decided, remember she was supposed to hunting. "I've been in Riverclan awhile, but I'm not exactly clan born." She admitted trying to catch the other she-cats gaze, though Bluedew made a point of avoiding eye contact. Shadywhisker seemed slightly disappointed, moving her tail away from her paws.

yummyluc

October 9th, 2016, 09:10 PM

Shadywhisker blinked understandingly at the nervous cat. She had completely forgotten about the incident from earlier finding Bluedew's nervousness attractive. "Its alright, I'll probably find a mouse of something on the way back to camp." She decided, remember she was supposed to hunting. "I've been in Riverclan awhile, but I'm not exactly clan born." She admitted trying to catch the other she-cats gaze, though Bluedew made a point of avoiding eye contact. Shadywhisker seemed slightly disappointed, moving her tail away from her paws.

"Ah, understandable, some cats aren't what you'd call welcoming of non-clanborn cats.." She murmured, focusing on trying to look at everything, anything, else but Shadywhisker, but to no avail. She'd looked at everything there was to look at but the she-cat herself, so she just focused on her fumbling paws, "It's getting colder, so there'll be more animals out, gathering stuff for the winter.. I'm still sorry about that, you just caught my eye and something startled me, is all." She explained, her willpower going flimsy and her anxiety taking over. She risked a glance up at the she-cat. She was bigger and taller than she was, even though they were probably around the same age. Bluedew was just born small, which sucked, but there's not much you can do about that. What she lacked in physical power, though, she made up in mental power.

echofur

October 9th, 2016, 09:20 PM

"Ah, understandable, some cats aren't what you'd call welcoming of non-clanborn cats.." She murmured, focusing on trying to look at everything, anything, else but Shadywhisker, but to no avail. She'd looked at everything there was to look at but the she-cat herself, so she just focused on her fumbling paws, "It's getting colder, so there'll be more animals out, gathering stuff for the winter.. I'm still sorry about that, you just caught my eye and something startled me, is all." She explained, her willpower going flimsy and her anxiety taking over. She risked a glance up at the she-cat. She was bigger and taller than she was, even though they were probably around the same age. Bluedew was just born small, which sucked, but there's not much you can do about that. What she lacked in physical power, though, she made up in mental power.
"Again, I don't mind." Shadywhisker let out a purr of amusement at Bluedew's repetitive apologizing. She thought about her comment about non-clan born cats. It was true. Most of the clan had accepted her but there was still a few who seized to believe Shadywhisker could be loyal.
"I really enjoyed our meeting." She meowed, stepping closer to Bluedew and blinking warmly at the she-cat. She became all the more beautiful up close. "Riverclan should be more enjoyable knowing I have you to talk to." She meowed before deciding she should find some prey to bring back to camp. "I should probably find some fresh-kill, if you wanted i wouldn't mind some hunting company?" Shadywhisker found herself asking hopefully.

yummyluc

October 9th, 2016, 09:30 PM

"Again, I don't mind." Shadywhisker let out a purr of amusement at Bluedew's repetitive apologizing. She thought about her comment about non-clan born cats. It was true. Most of the clan had accepted her but there was still a few who seized to believe Shadywhisker could be loyal.
"I really enjoyed our meeting." She meowed, stepping closer to Bluedew and blinking warmly at the she-cat. She became all the more beautiful up close. "Riverclan should be more enjoyable knowing I have you to talk to." She meowed before deciding she should find some prey to bring back to camp. "I should probably find some fresh-kill, if you wanted i wouldn't mind some hunting company?" Shadywhisker found herself asking hopefully.

Bluedew found her eyes wide as she began to stare at the she-cat towering over her. She was absolutely breathtaking upclose. She grew silent for a few awkward moments before she realized Shadywhisker had spoken to her, "Y-Yeah, me too! I-It's always nice to have some friends here and there..." She answered, still turning the invitation over and over in her head before her copper eyes met the opposite warrior's, and, as confidently as she could, replied, "Yeah, I should probably get something for the Clan, too. It- uh, it'd be nice t-to have some, ahem, uh, hun-hunting company.." She managed to stammer out, keeping her eyes locked with Shadywhisker's.

echofur

October 9th, 2016, 09:38 PM

Bluedew found her eyes wide as she began to stare at the she-cat towering over her. She was absolutely breathtaking upclose. She grew silent for a few awkward moments before she realized Shadywhisker had spoken to her, "Y-Yeah, me too! I-It's always nice to have some friends here and there..." She answered, still turning the invitation over and over in her head before her copper eyes met the opposite warrior's, and, as confidently as she could, replied, "Yeah, I should probably get something for the Clan, too. It- uh, it'd be nice t-to have some, ahem, uh, hun-hunting company.." She managed to stammer out, keeping her eyes locked with Shadywhisker's.
Shadywhisker let out a mrrwd of laughter, gesturing of Bluedew to follow her with the flick of her tail. She walked ahead slightly, stopping abruptly to scent the air. "Fox dung." She hissed scenting nothing but the trees and pants around her. "It seems as though all the prey has decided to hide this evening." She turned to face Bluedew, her blue eyes shone with disappointment as she attempted to scent the air once again. absolutely nothing.

yummyluc

October 10th, 2016, 12:22 AM

Shadywhisker let out a mrrwd of laughter, gesturing of Bluedew to follow her with the flick of her tail. She walked ahead slightly, stopping abruptly to scent the air. "Fox dung." She hissed scenting nothing but the trees and pants around her. "It seems as though all the prey has decided to hide this evening." She turned to face Bluedew, her blue eyes shone with disappointment as she attempted to scent the air once again. Absolutely nothing

"That's okay, we can get some rest and catch plenty tomorrow at dawn, right?" The blue cat assured her, more confidently this time, but still not daring to look at Shadywhisker more thah she had to. Bluedew's mind was in shambles, her heart was pounding against her chest so hard it threatened to pop right out, and her paws were fumbling around like a newborn kit trying to walk. Calm down B, before your heart stops. It's just another she-cat. A pretty one, but she's just any other warrior like you.. Bluedew scolded herself angrily, tail furling and unfurling with anxiety as she awaited Shadywhisker's response.

echofur

October 10th, 2016, 02:55 AM

"That's okay, we can get some rest and catch plenty tomorrow at dawn, right?" The blue cat assured her, more confidently this time, but still not daring to look at Shadywhisker more thah she had to. Bluedew's mind was in shambles, her heart was pounding against her chest so hard it threatened to pop right out, and her paws were fumbling around like a newborn kit trying to walk. Calm down B, before your heart stops. It's just another she-cat. A pretty one, but she's just any other warrior like you.. Bluedew scolded herself angrily, tail furling and unfurling with anxiety as she awaited Shadywhisker's response.
Shadywhisker turned to face Bluedew, nodding slightly. "Yes I guess we don't have much of a choice." She meowed, feeling guilty that she had nothing to offer her clan. "I guess we should head back now." She suggested, examining the other cat. Shadywhisker couldn't help but notice how nervous Bluedew looked and worry shot through her.
"Are you alright? Did i make you uncomfortable?" She question, sitting in front of the other can. She blinked her concern, nervousness now clawing at her own belly at the thought that she had somehow unpleased Bluedew.

The Cannibal

October 10th, 2016, 08:49 AM

[/QUOTE]Seapaw listened to him talk about lining the hideout with badger fur, rolling her eyes. He hadn't understood what she meant, so she finished her tease by describing his fur. Before she ran off, she noticed the shine in his eyes and wondered what Hickorypaw had been thinking about.Probably scaring off other apprentices, She reasoned before dashing off. The molly heard what he yowled after her and turned her head back to stick her tongue out at him just in time to see his playful grin before he took off after her. Laughing loudly and exaggeratedly to be sure he could hear her, Seapaw picked up her speed. She looked over just in time to see Hickorypaw stick his tongue out at her as he passed, and a choking sound exited her maw as she laughed and hissed at him playfully at the same time. Tucking her head in, Seapaw pushed herself to speed up until she was right on his tail. Suddenly getting an idea, Seapaw pumped her legs even faster before springing into the air with her paws reaching for Hickorypaw's haunches.
:nana:[/QUOTE]

To say in the least, Hickorypaw wasn't exactly the most intelligent apprentice Riverclan had to offer, but what he lacked in intelligence was replaced with courage, he was likely one of the most courageous apprentices there was at the moment, nothing scared this little monster, he'd likely even face death, smile and then stick his tongue out at it and proceed to play a prank. So it didn't come to much of a surprise to hear that he had misunderstood his friends meaning in what she had said. Laughing right along with his friend, he didn't even need to exaggerate his laugh to be heard, he was already laughing loudly, his eyes beaming at the prospect of the race that they were doing, he loved races and competition, even if he tended to get a bit clumsy when he was going too fast or didn't really pay attention to other things as he ran and could probably run smack into a tree if he decided he wanted to look back at the other to see where they were in comparison to him. In fact, he did almost run into a large swath of ferns when he turned his head to stick out his tongue at Seapaw as he passed by before he hurriedly veered in front of her to avoid it before seeming to speed up ahead a bit. This time he knew better than to try and turn his head around to see where his best friend was, there were plenty of trees to run into and he didn't want to have to take a visit to Geckoleaf again. So without looking back, he continued to run ahead, panting a bit. But.. That's weird.. I don't hear pawsteps anymore.. Blinking in confusion, he attempted to glance behind him, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw the blurry shape of Seapaw looming above him, aiming for his haunches, but he had realized too late and she went slamming into him, causing him to yowl out and sending the both of them tumbling to the ground, rolling a bit until they lost momentum and stopped. Hickorypaw sat up a bit, head spinning, body swaying a bit before he shook his head and looked over at her with a laugh. "You mousebrain, you ruined the race! And look, my beautiful coat is all dirty now!" Meowed out the tom whilst giggling, looking down at his coat, not that he really cared about how well groomed it was, before looking back at her, eyes quickly searching to make sure she was alright.

dionysus

October 10th, 2016, 10:48 AM

Seapaw listened to him talk about lining the hideout with badger fur, rolling her eyes. He hadn't understood what she meant, so she finished her tease by describing his fur. Before she ran off, she noticed the shine in his eyes and wondered what Hickorypaw had been thinking about.Probably scaring off other apprentices, She reasoned before dashing off. The molly heard what he yowled after her and turned her head back to stick her tongue out at him just in time to see his playful grin before he took off after her. Laughing loudly and exaggeratedly to be sure he could hear her, Seapaw picked up her speed. She looked over just in time to see Hickorypaw stick his tongue out at her as he passed, and a choking sound exited her maw as she laughed and hissed at him playfully at the same time. Tucking her head in, Seapaw pushed herself to speed up until she was right on his tail. Suddenly getting an idea, Seapaw pumped her legs even faster before springing into the air with her paws reaching for Hickorypaw's haunches.
:nana:[/QUOTE]

To say in the least, Hickorypaw wasn't exactly the most intelligent apprentice Riverclan had to offer, but what he lacked in intelligence was replaced with courage, he was likely one of the most courageous apprentices there was at the moment, nothing scared this little monster, he'd likely even face death, smile and then stick his tongue out at it and proceed to play a prank. So it didn't come to much of a surprise to hear that he had misunderstood his friends meaning in what she had said. Laughing right along with his friend, he didn't even need to exaggerate his laugh to be heard, he was already laughing loudly, his eyes beaming at the prospect of the race that they were doing, he loved races and competition, even if he tended to get a bit clumsy when he was going too fast or didn't really pay attention to other things as he ran and could probably run smack into a tree if he decided he wanted to look back at the other to see where they were in comparison to him. In fact, he did almost run into a large swath of ferns when he turned his head to stick out his tongue at Seapaw as he passed by before he hurriedly veered in front of her to avoid it before seeming to speed up ahead a bit. This time he knew better than to try and turn his head around to see where his best friend was, there were plenty of trees to run into and he didn't want to have to take a visit to Geckoleaf again. So without looking back, he continued to run ahead, panting a bit. But.. That's weird.. I don't hear pawsteps anymore.. Blinking in confusion, he attempted to glance behind him, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw the blurry shape of Seapaw looming above him, aiming for his haunches, but he had realized too late and she went slamming into him, causing him to yowl out and sending the both of them tumbling to the ground, rolling a bit until they lost momentum and stopped. Hickorypaw sat up a bit, head spinning, body swaying a bit before he shook his head and looked over at her with a laugh. "You mousebrain, you ruined the race! And look, my beautiful coat is all dirty now!" Meowed out the tom whilst giggling, looking down at his coat, not that he really cared about how well groomed it was, before looking back at her, eyes quickly searching to make sure she was alright.[/QUOTE]

Seapaw grinned in the split second before she crashed into Hickorypaw. It's too late now! She purred in her mind as he looked up at her. The ginger molly could feel her heart beating frantically in the excitement of the race and surprise attack. Finally, pale ginger paws hit dark ginger haunches and the two apprentices slammed into the ground, tumbling through the grass, entwined from the pounce. Seapaw continued to laugh even as her body rolled over the ground, thumping painful against everything in their path and knocking the wind from her lungs every time the ground smacked into a tender part of her chest. When the two gingers finally stopped tumbling around, she separated from Hickorypaw and flopped down a pawstep away, gasping. Laughter wrenched painful out of her aching chest as Hickorypaw complained about messing up his beautiful coat. Seapaw got to her paws painfully, still aching from their fall, but laughter still shone in her sea colored eyes. The apprentice knew her best friend didn't actually care about his fur and she walked over to him, picking a clump of grass out of it with her teeth. Throwing the grass away from them, Seapaw laughed again and meowed dramatically, "Please, It's never looked beautifuller. Grass and dirt are your style. You should try it more often." She teased, poking him with a paw.

The Cannibal

October 10th, 2016, 12:35 PM

Seapaw grinned in the split second before she crashed into Hickorypaw. It's too late now! She purred in her mind as he looked up at her. The ginger molly could feel her heart beating frantically in the excitement of the race and surprise attack. Finally, pale ginger paws hit dark ginger haunches and the two apprentices slammed into the ground, tumbling through the grass, entwined from the pounce. Seapaw continued to laugh even as her body rolled over the ground, thumping painful against everything in their path and knocking the wind from her lungs every time the ground smacked into a tender part of her chest. When the two gingers finally stopped tumbling around, she separated from Hickorypaw and flopped down a pawstep away, gasping. Laughter wrenched painful out of her aching chest as Hickorypaw complained about messing up his beautiful coat. Seapaw got to her paws painfully, still aching from their fall, but laughter still shone in her sea colored eyes. The apprentice knew her best friend didn't actually care about his fur and she walked over to him, picking a clump of grass out of it with her teeth. Throwing the grass away from them, Seapaw laughed again and meowed dramatically, "Please, It's never looked beautifuller. Grass and dirt are your style. You should try it more often." She teased, poking him with a paw.
These moments, the ones where he was tumbling and playing with his bestfriend like this, like there wasn't a care in a world, are what Hickorypaw loved most. It wasn't the exploring, the pranking, the being brave, sure he loved those things, but no.. This moment when Seapaw landed on his haunches as he raced along, the moment of surprise when he saw her just seconds before she crashed into her, a gentle grin spreading over his maw despite his surprise, and the grin on her face, the tumble, the laughing and yowling and spinning until both of them stopped, winded and slightly aching, but laughing all the same.. That's what Hickorypaw really liked. And really, it wouldn't be the same with any other cat, it was Seapaw that made it special. They were like two peas in a pod, and really, at one point in time they had been inseparable, that is until she began having family troubles and such. That's when Hickorypaw began to see her less and less, and he hadn't questioned it, he knew there was a reason, but in his heart he had been aching to see her around, to go exploring and adventuring like old times, to just.. Spend time with each other like they used to, share some laughs. It was moments like these that truly made him happy.
Laughing and giggling all the while wheezing, he watched the other ginger apprentice with bright eyes, watching as she walked over to him to pluck out a clump of grass that had been stuck in his fur, in turn leaning over and carefully picking out a clump of dirt that had situated on her shoulder, spitting it out and wrinkling his nose before beginning to smile once more. "Oh really? Well perhaps I'll wear it more, and so should you, it really brings your coat to life sweetie!" Hickorypaw teased right back with a purr, standing up a bit and giving his chest fur a few swift licks.

dionysus

October 10th, 2016, 12:59 PM

These moments, the ones where he was tumbling and playing with his bestfriend like this, like there wasn't a care in a world, are what Hickorypaw loved most. It wasn't the exploring, the pranking, the being brave, sure he loved those things, but no.. This moment when Seapaw landed on his haunches as he raced along, the moment of surprise when he saw her just seconds before she crashed into her, a gentle grin spreading over his maw despite his surprise, and the grin on her face, the tumble, the laughing and yowling and spinning until both of them stopped, winded and slightly aching, but laughing all the same.. That's what Hickorypaw really liked. And really, it wouldn't be the same with any other cat, it was Seapaw that made it special. They were like two peas in a pod, and really, at one point in time they had been inseparable, that is until she began having family troubles and such. That's when Hickorypaw began to see her less and less, and he hadn't questioned it, he knew there was a reason, but in his heart he had been aching to see her around, to go exploring and adventuring like old times, to just.. Spend time with each other like they used to, share some laughs. It was moments like these that truly made him happy.
Laughing and giggling all the while wheezing, he watched the other ginger apprentice with bright eyes, watching as she walked over to him to pluck out a clump of grass that had been stuck in his fur, in turn leaning over and carefully picking out a clump of dirt that had situated on her shoulder, spitting it out and wrinkling his nose before beginning to smile once more. "Oh really? Well perhaps I'll wear it more, and so should you, it really brings your coat to life sweetie!" Hickorypaw teased right back with a purr, standing up a bit and giving his chest fur a few swift licks.

:squee:
Seapaw could feel some of the stress and the anger and depression falling away. She couldn't even remember what she was about to resort to before Hickorypaw came along by the river. Genuine happiness sparkled in her eyes and it was all because of him. Seapaw suddenly realized that it didn't matter if her family broke up. It didn't matter if her father never even looked at her mother again...Or if Applepaw left her completely and started ignoring her. As long as Seapaw had Hickorypaw, she had a family. Laughter spilled from her mouth as he plucked a piece of dirt from her shoulder in return for the grass she took from his. At his comment, Seapaw purred innocently, "Well why don't we get some more, sweetie!" Laughing, she crouched down and sprang at him, intending to knock him over and roll around until they were covered in even more dirt. The ginger apprentice had even forgotten that they were only halfway into their little adventure. They still had to find a badger set!

The Cannibal

October 10th, 2016, 02:33 PM

:squee:
Seapaw could feel some of the stress and the anger and depression falling away. She couldn't even remember what she was about to resort to before Hickorypaw came along by the river. Genuine happiness sparkled in her eyes and it was all because of him. Seapaw suddenly realized that it didn't matter if her family broke up. It didn't matter if her father never even looked at her mother again...Or if Applepaw left her completely and started ignoring her. As long as Seapaw had Hickorypaw, she had a family. Laughter spilled from her mouth as he plucked a piece of dirt from her shoulder in return for the grass she took from his. At his comment, Seapaw purred innocently, "Well why don't we get some more, sweetie!" Laughing, she crouched down and sprang at him, intending to knock him over and roll around until they were covered in even more dirt. The ginger apprentice had even forgotten that they were only halfway into their little adventure. They still had to find a badger set!
To see that happiness in her eyes compared to what she had been reduced to earlier, it couldn't make the ginger and white apprentice any more happier, this was how he liked to see Seapaw, happy and full of life and joy, not the tears, not the anger and unhappiness. Purring out as loud as he possibly could, he nudged at her a bit. Really, Hickorypaw didn't have family, they were adopted sure, but he never really spoke to them, they were just kind of there.. That's why he surrounded himself with friends, went out exploring, facing danger. His adoptive family was loving enough, sure, but.. But Seapaw was his whole world. She was his best friend. She was his everything. Ears perking up at her laughter, he could feel joy welling through him like a warm wave of honey, it was a beautiful sound to be able to hear his friend so happy. Gasping out at her comment and eyes widening as she threw herself at him, he had enough time to react, but didn't. Barking out laughter, he let his friend spring at him and collide with him, hugging his paws around her and holding her tightly to make sure that she didn't miss out on getting dirty, the two tumbling for a bit before Hickorypaw sprung away to look at his pelt, purring out to see that it was even dirtier than before. "Hey, we're camouflaged, that badger won't see us coming!" He meowed out happily, almost seeming to flaunt the dirt and grass in his pelt, sauntering this way in that in a rather comical matter, his head held high and a light giggle escaping him.

dionysus

October 10th, 2016, 03:32 PM

To see that happiness in her eyes compared to what she had been reduced to earlier, it couldn't make the ginger and white apprentice any more happier, this was how he liked to see Seapaw, happy and full of life and joy, not the tears, not the anger and unhappiness. Purring out as loud as he possibly could, he nudged at her a bit. Really, Hickorypaw didn't have family, they were adopted sure, but he never really spoke to them, they were just kind of there.. That's why he surrounded himself with friends, went out exploring, facing danger. His adoptive family was loving enough, sure, but.. But Seapaw was his whole world. She was his best friend. She was his everything. Ears perking up at her laughter, he could feel joy welling through him like a warm wave of honey, it was a beautiful sound to be able to hear his friend so happy. Gasping out at her comment and eyes widening as she threw herself at him, he had enough time to react, but didn't. Barking out laughter, he let his friend spring at him and collide with him, hugging his paws around her and holding her tightly to make sure that she didn't miss out on getting dirty, the two tumbling for a bit before Hickorypaw sprung away to look at his pelt, purring out to see that it was even dirtier than before. "Hey, we're camouflaged, that badger won't see us coming!" He meowed out happily, almost seeming to flaunt the dirt and grass in his pelt, sauntering this way in that in a rather comical matter, his head held high and a light giggle escaping him.

Seapaw felt happiness course through her. She laughed as he gasped and noticed that he could've moved but didn't. It was great that he just allowed her to smack into him. Hickorypaw was so great, he managed to make Seapaw happy even after all the misery earlier. As soon as they collided, Hickorypaw wrapped his paws around her and with a quick laugh, she wrapped her own paws around him. Luckily, Hickorypaw landed first so Seapaw was spared from the brunt of the fall. The apprentice was still subjected to the flopping around as they tumbled over the ground, but it wasn't too bad and it was her own choice.When they finally stopped, Hickorypaw sprang away before she could. The molly hopped to her paws and turned to look at her pelt which was more brown then ginger. Laughing, she looked at Hickorypaw and then laughed harder. He looked worse then she did. Seapaw nodded, snorting as he strutted back and forth. The apprentice walked over to her and touched her nose to his and purred in amusement, "aaaaaaand," she sang, "you've never looked better!"

The Cannibal

October 10th, 2016, 03:50 PM

Seapaw felt happiness course through her. She laughed as he gasped and noticed that he could've moved but didn't. It was great that he just allowed her to smack into him. Hickorypaw was so great, he managed to make Seapaw happy even after all the misery earlier. As soon as they collided, Hickorypaw wrapped his paws around her and with a quick laugh, she wrapped her own paws around him. Luckily, Hickorypaw landed first so Seapaw was spared from the brunt of the fall. The apprentice was still subjected to the flopping around as they tumbled over the ground, but it wasn't too bad and it was her own choice.When they finally stopped, Hickorypaw sprang away before she could. The molly hopped to her paws and turned to look at her pelt which was more brown then ginger. Laughing, she looked at Hickorypaw and then laughed harder. He looked worse then she did. Seapaw nodded, snorting as he strutted back and forth. The apprentice walked over to her and touched her nose to his and purred in amusement, "aaaaaaand," she sang, "you've never looked better!"
{Omg these two are adorablleee!! :waaah: }

Tumbling around wildly all the while giggling, Hickorypaw was exceptionally happy that he had chosen to not move out of the way, getting dirty and muddy with his best friend was much more fun than just racing, the ginger warrior loved to get his pelt dirty anyways! Once they eventually seperated from each other, the young toms' ginger and white pelt wasn't ginger and white more like brown and green from the dirt, mud and grass that he had gathered from the ground below, a few of his whiskers clumped together with some mud, but he didn't mind one bit. Purring out in delight as she touched her nose to his, he flicked his muddy tail across her cheek, smearing some of the sticky brown muck in a streak along her muzzle, another cheerful giggle escaping him. "Aaaaaaaand," He sang back, "Now you look even prettier than before!" Spring to his paws, he gave himself a small shake, sending small clumps of dirt, mud and grass from his pelt, but not much.
"Alright, alright, enough of this, now it's time to find a badger set!" Hickorypaw finally ended up saying with a grin, lifting his head up in the air and sniffing for any trace of a badger whether stale or new. "Do you smell any badgers?" He questioned his best friend, that grin of his still plastered on his muzzle.

dionysus

October 10th, 2016, 04:49 PM

{Omg these two are adorablleee!! :waaah: }

Tumbling around wildly all the while giggling, Hickorypaw was exceptionally happy that he had chosen to not move out of the way, getting dirty and muddy with his best friend was much more fun than just racing, the ginger warrior loved to get his pelt dirty anyways! Once they eventually seperated from each other, the young toms' ginger and white pelt wasn't ginger and white more like brown and green from the dirt, mud and grass that he had gathered from the ground below, a few of his whiskers clumped together with some mud, but he didn't mind one bit. Purring out in delight as she touched her nose to his, he flicked his muddy tail across her cheek, smearing some of the sticky brown muck in a streak along her muzzle, another cheerful giggle escaping him. "Aaaaaaaand," He sang back, "Now you look even prettier than before!" Spring to his paws, he gave himself a small shake, sending small clumps of dirt, mud and grass from his pelt, but not much.
"Alright, alright, enough of this, now it's time to find a badger set!" Hickorypaw finally ended up saying with a grin, lifting his head up in the air and sniffing for any trace of a badger whether stale or new. "Do you smell any badgers?" He questioned his best friend, that grin of his still plastered on his muzzle.

(IKR!!:squee: )

As Hickorypaw smeared mud across her muzzle, Seapaw hissed, laughter glittering in her bright blue eyes. The apprentice lashed out a paw, trying to smack his tail away. The new mud on her muzzle felt sticky and clumped her fur up. The ginger stuck her own tail in some fresh mud and slung it at Hickorypaw with a laugh. Shaking out her fur, Seapaw hoped mud would spray on Hickorypaw. The she-cat strutted in front of Hickorypaw and purred, "Let's go find a badger!" The molly trotted ahead of him and scented the air, turning back to walk back to his side. At his question, she scoffed, "All I smell is you, mouse brain!"

Cubonez

October 10th, 2016, 07:39 PM

Skyfeather leaped through the undergrowth happily, her eyes glowing brightly as she gazed at the scenery.
She was out with her adopted kit, Paintkit, who was to become an apprentice soon.
Finally, the brown and dappled kit looked at Skyfeather.
"Mama, why are you bringing me out here?" He asked nervously. "All the queens say it's against the rules!"
Skyfeather let a purr enter her throat as she replied. "Because I want to be out with my baby before he becomes the best warrior in the clan," she replied, a warmness of motherhood entering her eyes.
The two cats halted, sitting down to rest. Paintkit looked at Skyfeather. "Mama. What if I get in trouble?"
Skyfeather moved her face towards Paintkit. "If you get in trouble, they'll have to deal with me," she mewed warmly.
The kit pressed against Skyfeather. "I love you, mama," he purred.

The Cannibal

October 10th, 2016, 08:13 PM

(IKR!!:squee: )

As Hickorypaw smeared mud across her muzzle, Seapaw hissed, laughter glittering in her bright blue eyes. The apprentice lashed out a paw, trying to smack his tail away. The new mud on her muzzle felt sticky and clumped her fur up. The ginger stuck her own tail in some fresh mud and slung it at Hickorypaw with a laugh. Shaking out her fur, Seapaw hoped mud would spray on Hickorypaw. The she-cat strutted in front of Hickorypaw and purred, "Let's go find a badger!" The molly trotted ahead of him and scented the air, turning back to walk back to his side. At his question, she scoffed, "All I smell is you, mouse brain!"
Hickorypaw let his tail move slowly to give her a chance to bat at it, knowing that it would be satisfying enough for her to bat the tail out of her face, that same exuberant grin from before was sprawled over his muzzle, turning the corners of his lips upwards, his eyes slightly squinted with the grin and his nose wrinkled a bit. But a sharp, playful gasp escaped him as she flung mud right back at him, the muddy apprentice flinching back a bit as it landed square on his nose. Hickorypaw went cross-eyed momentarily to look at it before snorting out and batting a small pawful of dirt at her in return before scampering back just in time to escape the globs of mud that Seapaw flung from her fur. "Yeah!" Inhaling deeply, all he could really smell was mud, dirt, grass and Seapaw, it was practically impossible to smell anything! "Yeah, well all I smell is you, fluff-brain! Uf, oh well, guess we'll go looking for one ourselves!" Flicking his tail and looking at Seapaw once, the ginger and white tom set off ahead, tail held up high to show that characteristic happiness of his.

dionysus

October 10th, 2016, 08:32 PM

Hickorypaw let his tail move slowly to give her a chance to bat at it, knowing that it would be satisfying enough for her to bat the tail out of her face, that same exuberant grin from before was sprawled over his muzzle, turning the corners of his lips upwards, his eyes slightly squinted with the grin and his nose wrinkled a bit. But a sharp, playful gasp escaped him as she flung mud right back at him, the muddy apprentice flinching back a bit as it landed square on his nose. Hickorypaw went cross-eyed momentarily to look at it before snorting out and batting a small pawful of dirt at her in return before scampering back just in time to escape the globs of mud that Seapaw flung from her fur. "Yeah!" Inhaling deeply, all he could really smell was mud, dirt, grass and Seapaw, it was practically impossible to smell anything! "Yeah, well all I smell is you, fluff-brain! Uf, oh well, guess we'll go looking for one ourselves!" Flicking his tail and looking at Seapaw once, the ginger and white tom set off ahead, tail held up high to show that characteristic happiness of his.

Seapaw batted at his tail, sticking her tongue out at Hickorypaw in response to his allowing her to hit his tail. The ginger molly smiled warmly at his jovial facial expression and laughed as he crossed his eyes to look at the mud that landed on his nose. The molly soon found herself jumping to the side as he threw mud right back at her, but he had to jump aside as she shook out her fur. Seapaw tried to scent the air again, but could smell no more then Hickorypaw could. Snorting at his tease, Seapaw shrugged, "I guess so." She replied cheerfully. As Hickorypaw set off ahead of her, she stayed back for just a moment to watch him. Seapaw loved the sight of her best friend's tail raised, since the joyful habit had been there as long as she could remember. With a quiet purr, Seapaw flicked her tail and start jogging after him. She soon caught up and walked right next to Hickorypaw, sticking her own fluffy tail straight up in the air to mimic his.

Zero

October 11th, 2016, 03:57 PM

As they waited for another fish to come their way, Stormblaze had dried off his thick fur, and was now just watching Bleakpaw eyeing the water, prepared for when it was time to strike at on coming prey. The warrior quickly grew bored, but forced himself still and to keep from getting upset with how Bleakpaw's splashing around had scared off the fish. Though it wasn't too long before another fish gave the river a shot, and started to swim towards Bleakpaw again. As his apprentice caught the fish, Stormblaze gave him a nod of approval and watched as he gave him a genuine smile. The warrior gave a tiny one, and turned towards the camp. "Tome to head back. Can you carry your fish?" He called back as he took a single step away, but realized that he should probably ask that since the smaller cat had caught two fish and may need some help getting them back to camp.
Bleakpaw blinked at his mentor, his smile slipping away as he realized that Stormblaze hadn't bothered to smile back. However, he had earned himself a nod, so he didn't look entirely mad. "Yeah, of course," He meowed, arranging the fish so he could grab and carry them by the tails. "I'm not a baby," He mumbled under his breath quietly, not really caring if his mentor heard or not. The apprentice picked the prey up, having to hold his head high so that it didn't drag on the ground. Then, he headed back toward the camp without a word, remembering which way it was from the tour they had taken previously.

Hexict

October 11th, 2016, 04:08 PM

(i'll continue it in the clearing)

The Cannibal

October 11th, 2016, 04:32 PM

Seapaw batted at his tail, sticking her tongue out at Hickorypaw in response to his allowing her to hit his tail. The ginger molly smiled warmly at his jovial facial expression and laughed as he crossed his eyes to look at the mud that landed on his nose. The molly soon found herself jumping to the side as he threw mud right back at her, but he had to jump aside as she shook out her fur. Seapaw tried to scent the air again, but could smell no more then Hickorypaw could. Snorting at his tease, Seapaw shrugged, "I guess so." She replied cheerfully. As Hickorypaw set off ahead of her, she stayed back for just a moment to watch him. Seapaw loved the sight of her best friend's tail raised, since the joyful habit had been there as long as she could remember. With a quiet purr, Seapaw flicked her tail and start jogging after him. She soon caught up and walked right next to Hickorypaw, sticking her own fluffy tail straight up in the air to mimic his.
When she stuck her tongue out at him, he merely flashed her his signature grin before pulling his tail back towards himself and pouncing away as soon as he got the notion that she was shaking out her pelt. After the both of them realizing that because they had decided to go rolling around on the ground, dirtying themselves up, that they couldn't really scent anything other than the mud and dirt and grass that was covering them or each others scents, Hickorypaw decided to lead the way in hopes of finding a badger, or well, a badger set, but secretly he was hoping for a badger. The ginger and white apprentice didn't notice that Seapaw had momentarily hung back, his thoughts now focusing on the exciting journey ahead, the thrill of the unknown because he couldn't hardly smell a thing past the mud and such that he was covered in, his tail sticking up as was usual for him, just something that he always did to show his happiness. When the female apprentice appeared at his side, he looked over at her with a quiet purr, hardly audible at all, before looking back ahead, the only sounds now were the sounds of their footsteps, the gentle babble of a brook, the rustling of grass and trees and such, and the occasional caw of a bird. It was as peaceful as ever, and despite Hickorypaw's love for danger and excitement.. He enjoyed this. But that didn't mean he wasn't alert, his ears were still perked up and swiveling and his eyes were very carefully glancing around to search for anything that could possibly cause danger to them, and also looking for the tell-tale signs of a badger, or a badger set.

yummyluc

October 11th, 2016, 06:49 PM

Shadywhisker turned to face Bluedew, nodding slightly. "Yes I guess we don't have much of a choice." She meowed, feeling guilty that she had nothing to offer her clan. "I guess we should head back now." She suggested, examining the other cat. Shadywhisker couldn't help but notice how nervous Bluedew looked and worry shot through her.
"Are you alright? Did i make you uncomfortable?" She question, sitting in front of the other can. She blinked her concern, nervousness now clawing at her own belly at the thought that she had somehow unpleased Bluedew.

[[apologies for my absence as of yesterday]]

"What? Ah, no! Of course not, I'm just uh.. a-a little jumpy today, is all. The dream I had the other night must still be getting to me, hah.." Bluedew stuttered out quickly, trying her best to see that Shadywhisker wouldn't see through her lie. Well, more like half truth, but still a lie. She was nervous, but not for the reason she'd expressed to the she-cat, obviously. She hasn't been this nervous since her assessment, and that's a hard thing to top. Even if she seemed to have confidence, she had the bravery of fresh-kill. Talk about a good act, amiright? Willing herself to give a reassuring smile, Bluedew looked up at Shadywhisker, copper eyes glossed over in anxiety, fear, and a little bit of fluster, just a sprinkle.

dionysus

October 11th, 2016, 07:13 PM

When she stuck her tongue out at him, he merely flashed her his signature grin before pulling his tail back towards himself and pouncing away as soon as he got the notion that she was shaking out her pelt. After the both of them realizing that because they had decided to go rolling around on the ground, dirtying themselves up, that they couldn't really scent anything other than the mud and dirt and grass that was covering them or each others scents, Hickorypaw decided to lead the way in hopes of finding a badger, or well, a badger set, but secretly he was hoping for a badger. The ginger and white apprentice didn't notice that Seapaw had momentarily hung back, his thoughts now focusing on the exciting journey ahead, the thrill of the unknown because he couldn't hardly smell a thing past the mud and such that he was covered in, his tail sticking up as was usual for him, just something that he always did to show his happiness. When the female apprentice appeared at his side, he looked over at her with a quiet purr, hardly audible at all, before looking back ahead, the only sounds now were the sounds of their footsteps, the gentle babble of a brook, the rustling of grass and trees and such, and the occasional caw of a bird. It was as peaceful as ever, and despite Hickorypaw's love for danger and excitement.. He enjoyed this. But that didn't mean he wasn't alert, his ears were still perked up and swiveling and his eyes were very carefully glancing around to search for anything that could possibly cause danger to them, and also looking for the tell-tale signs of a badger, or a badger set.

Seapaw trotted along beside Hickorypaw, scenting the air occasionally despite the smothering scent of mud overpowering any other smell that might've drifted their way. The ginger apprentice was content to simply travel along beside her best friend and listen to the sounds of nature. The hushed shuffling noises of their paws moving though the grass reached her ears and she heard quiet tweets of birds nearby. Bubbling noises splashed over from the river as it danced over the stones and the breeze left quiet whistling behind as it skipped over there hills and rattled through the distant ThunderClan trees. A quiet sigh escaped Seapaw as a feeling of calm contentedness overcame her. A lazy bumblebee buzzed by her ear and she spooked, nudging over towards Hickorypaw. Once the striped insect passed, the molly sheepishly returned to her previous distance away. Looking at Hickorypaw, Seapaw decided he was alert enough for the both of them and busied herself with drowsily looking at her surroundings. The ginger gazed down at the grass and purred quietly as she saw a few yellow and white flowers interspersed with the vibrant green. She regretted the mud at that moment, wishing she could smell the small buds. The sky was bright blue with big fluffy clouds slowly chasing each other across the clear blue pool of a sky.

Sleet

October 11th, 2016, 11:02 PM

Cloudpaw nearly jumped again and caught herself just in time. "Oh! Smokepaw, you startled me. I was just...waiting for you," she smiled a little sheepishly. Did he see me earlier? she wondered, although she didn't speak her question aloud. She gave a small smile and a chuckle, and fell silent a moment afterwards. She appeared to be deep in thought, although her mind was racing to figure something to say to make the situation less uncomfortable for herself. Smokepaw, on the other hand, seemed to be feeling great! He looked as though he were feeling a lot more confident than he had when she had first met him. "Yeah, I'm ready," she answered after hearing his question. She grinned broadly, her eyes sparking with an almost mischievous glint. "So, how's it been going?" she asked, beginning to head further into the territory once more. Her senses were still as heightened as before, and nothing was escaping her notice. She was careful not to ignore Smokepaw however, glancing over towards him to make sure he was following. It wouldn't do at all to leave him behind...no, that would be very embarrassing indeed. Cloudpaw yawned, suddenly tired although she wasn't quite sure why...perhaps it had been too early of a morning for her. The white she cat glanced back at Smokepaw once more, letting her guard down on her senses and hoping that nothing would sneak past her...that would be even more embarrassing than her previous slip up. Oh well, I guess I should be thankful I didn't forget his name, she mewed with a slight shrug. That was one thing about Cloudpaw; she always seemed to be looking on the bright side of things. It helped her stay more confident and focused.

"Pretty good, thanks." Smokepaw replied in answer to her question. He started padding after her, paws light and ears perked. At once, all thoughts and worries disappeared from his mind as he focused on the land in front of him. That was one good thing about being so introverted; since he never really spent much time with other cats, he had plenty of time to practie hunting, and as a result, was quite skilled. The young apprentice padded stealthily forward, ears swiveling and eyes darting back and forth. He gave a quick sideways glance, checking to see if Cloudpaw was still beside him. He focused once more on the grass, and the river in the distance. Hearing a soft snap, he turned his head quickly, and his sharp eyes spotted a squirrel, which must have just stepped on a twig with it's light foot. It was busy munching on a nut, it's think tail swishing back and forth. Being members of RiverClan, the majority of food was fish, however they still are land prey sometimes, especially now that it was Leaf-fall. He crouched down, and turned his head slowly to face Cloudpaw, but still keeping his ears trained on the oblivious squirrel. He tried to communicate to her without speaking. I'll go this way, and you circle around the other way, He thought, hoping she would understand. That way we can cut it off if it tries to run one way or another. He wasn't really sure how to say it, or even explain it in his mind; whenever he hunted, he just went with his instinct, and never really thought about it much. However, he was sure Cloudpaw was a good hunter as well, and she must understand what to do. Smokepaw turned his full attention back to the squirrel, and gave his tail a small flick; a signal to begin.

lone

October 11th, 2016, 11:30 PM

"Pretty good, thanks." Smokepaw replied in answer to her question. He started padding after her, paws light and ears perked. At once, all thoughts and worries disappeared from his mind as he focused on the land in front of him. That was one good thing about being so introverted; since he never really spent much time with other cats, he had plenty of time to practie hunting, and as a result, was quite skilled. The young apprentice padded stealthily forward, ears swiveling and eyes darting back and forth. He gave a quick sideways glance, checking to see if Cloudpaw was still beside him. He focused once more on the grass, and the river in the distance. Hearing a soft snap, he turned his head quickly, and his sharp eyes spotted a squirrel, which must have just stepped on a twig with it's light foot. It was busy munching on a nut, it's think tail swishing back and forth. Being members of RiverClan, the majority of food was fish, however they still are land prey sometimes, especially now that it was Leaf-fall. He crouched down, and turned his head slowly to face Cloudpaw, but still keeping his ears trained on the oblivious squirrel. He tried to communicate to her without speaking. I'll go this way, and you circle around the other way, He thought, hoping she would understand. That way we can cut it off if it tries to run one way or another. He wasn't really sure how to say it, or even explain it in his mind; whenever he hunted, he just went with his instinct, and never really thought about it much. However, he was sure Cloudpaw was a good hunter as well, and she must understand what to do. Smokepaw turned his full attention back to the squirrel, and gave his tail a small flick; a signal to begin.

Cloudpaw fixed her gaze on the squirrel, almost able to sense the heat emitting from it's furry body. The small animal must be hungry as well, by the way it was eating away at the nut. The she cat always felt slightly bad when she attacked these smaller animals...after all, they did have a right to live to. But realizing that she was helping to feed the Clan made her feel much better, and she always cheered up after that. Cloudpaw looked at Smokepaw, waiting to see what his plan was. Cloudpaw thought, biting her lip. She generally just stalked the prey, chasing it down, but since she was with the tom at the moment, she decided to see what he wanted to do. She could see that he was thinking by his expression; he seemed to be deep in thought, and Cloudpaw remained silent, the chittering of the squirrel being the only sound nearby. As Smokepaw gave the signal to begin, Cloudpaw took on a hunting crouch, gently pulling herself forwards as she had been taught. Hunting was her strongest point, and she was rather good at it, which she hadn't been too glad of before, but was exceedingly excited about it now. After all, what would be the fun in not liking hunting with a new companion who did? Not much, that's for sure, the white she cat thought.
Cloudpaw was drawing closer to the squirrel, and she froze as the small animal lifted it's head, nose twitching as it did so, still holding the nearly eaten nut in it's paws. The squirrel turned in her direction and Cloudpaw, not daring to move, her eyes fixed straight ahead in the direction of Smokepaw, tried to send a mental message through to him so that he would understand. Get it. Get it now. she thought, growing frustrated. She didn't want the two to lose the squirrel, and if she were to move now then the small animal would just dart up the nearest tree. The squirrel crept slightly closer, it's curiosity getting the better of it. Cloudpaw still did not move, although she wondered if it would be easier for her just to pin the squirrel under her paw and finish it off right then and there.

The Cannibal

October 12th, 2016, 02:29 PM

Seapaw trotted along beside Hickorypaw, scenting the air occasionally despite the smothering scent of mud overpowering any other smell that might've drifted their way. The ginger apprentice was content to simply travel along beside her best friend and listen to the sounds of nature. The hushed shuffling noises of their paws moving though the grass reached her ears and she heard quiet tweets of birds nearby. Bubbling noises splashed over from the river as it danced over the stones and the breeze left quiet whistling behind as it skipped over there hills and rattled through the distant ThunderClan trees. A quiet sigh escaped Seapaw as a feeling of calm contentedness overcame her. A lazy bumblebee buzzed by her ear and she spooked, nudging over towards Hickorypaw. Once the striped insect passed, the molly sheepishly returned to her previous distance away. Looking at Hickorypaw, Seapaw decided he was alert enough for the both of them and busied herself with drowsily looking at her surroundings. The ginger gazed down at the grass and purred quietly as she saw a few yellow and white flowers interspersed with the vibrant green. She regretted the mud at that moment, wishing she could smell the small buds. The sky was bright blue with big fluffy clouds slowly chasing each other across the clear blue pool of a sky.
As much as he was enjoying this time he was spending with Seapaw, simply walking along the forest, he was slowly growing more and more anxious for something to happen, the tip of his tail flicking erratically back and forth in his quiet frustration. The quiet, calming sounds of the territory were nice and all, but his ears ached for the sound of danger, of a hawk crying out from above, or the snuffle of a badger, maybe the strange call of a fox, anything, just please let it be interesting! Though he blinked a bit in surprise as Seapaw nudged over closer to him, their fur brushing momentarily and his eyes focusing on the bumblebee that spooked his best friend, letting out a quiet giggle and shaking his head. The two were walking for a good bit, all peaceful and such, until Hickorypaw stopped dead in his tracks, his tail quickly flicking Seapaw's shoulder to signal for her to stop, his eyes fixated on something black that was lumbering ahead, the sound of snuffling and twigs breaking could be heard. Slowly lowering himself to the ground, he looked over at the female apprentice with a grin. "A badger" he mouthed to her, not daring to make a sound to alert the creature towards them. The mud covered apprentice watched the creature, it was foraging for food it appeared, and sure it's set would be close by too! Perfect, this is exactly what he was waiting for! Something exciting! Though.. How would they go about attacking this thing? Flicking his ear, Hickorypaw looked down at the ground in thought.

goddess of ducks

October 13th, 2016, 09:11 AM

Sunbreeze padded out of the clearing, directing her paws to the river. These days she tended not to stray too far from the camp or too close to the Shadowclan border. Instead she walked following the river downstream towards the ocean. The orange and white she cat stopped at an outcropping of rock and decided to sit and take a break. It had been awhile since she had seen Mottlekit's grave or Littlefang, but she still was followed by a cloud of grief wherever she went.

doghouse

October 13th, 2016, 09:21 AM

Ever

October 13th, 2016, 12:53 PM

[ QUOTE=Crow;3812]Ever
[]

Crowfoot smiled more widely at her clear happiness, a soft purr rumbling within his throat. It was hard to restrain himself from saying something overly romantic again, but he did, if only for her own sake. His eyes were fixed on the silvery tabby, a bit anxious that their mutual happiness was destined only to last a few seconds. His fear was confirmed as her fur stood on end, and the tom gave a small, worried frown, watching her like a hawk to try and find what was causing her sudden burst of unhappiness. Although small, it was still worrying. [I]Did I do something wrong?wondered the tom. He must've- there was nothing else around that could've caused it. A small sigh huffed from his nose, a miniature cloud billowing out into the cold air. Although conversation usually made him uncomfortable, this silence was doing the same thing- it was prickling along his spine as he wondered whether to say something- but everything he could say was either awkward or 'too fast'. As he was about to speak- most likely saying something that would've been completely wrong for the situation- he heard a soft whisper from Birchstep's mouth. It was quiet- he likely would've missed it if it hadn't been for the previous quietness lingering still in the cool air. I'm sorry. "M-me too," he whispered in an equally quiet tone. "It's not your fault. None of it is." Not exactly true, but he wanted to convince himself and her of it all the same. Perhaps just blaming it on Aukstrike would be better? The tom shook his head, almost angry at himself. Aukstrike had a part to play in this, but so did he. So did Birchstep, even- however much he wanted to convince himself it wasn't true.

Birchstep still didn't want to make eye contact with him even though he had uttered words she'd wanted to hear. It didn't feel like the truth, the truth felt rotten and made her chest clench with guilt, these words didn't help relieve that. She stared out at the forest ahead of them with a bleak expression. "It's not yours either." She replied, it only seemed right to say. She knew they were all to blame though and that the pain of each of their individual faults in this would only heal over time. Nothing could fix a mistake that had caused such a large impact on her life. Her fur finally laid down again. She felt exhausted, mentally and physically, from this conversation, from the mental strain it took to keep composed around Crowfoot right now. She wanted to sink her nose into his soft mottled fur and cry out all the tears she needed to, and maybe that would be a way to help her heal once they became closer again, it just seemed wrong to do now. It took a lot out of her to keep from losing herself in his eyes, in his scent, in his heart. Birchstep just wanted to protect herself first, make sure this is what she wants and what he wants. The silver cat didn't think she would be able to continue on in life if she made another mistake as traumatic as her last. She couldn't experience such pain alone again, it would consume her. The first time around almost had.
Her ears perked to the faint sounds of cats. The clearing was approaching and with that the sounds of the busy clan. She was happy that the clan was fairing so well, but it was bittersweet. It should be Aukstrike that was helping lead the clan into strength, not Thornfrost... She shook her head lightly, trying to shake off the memory as her past mate. He had been perfect, had seemed so right, how could it have come to this? She shook her head again, she couldn't spiral back to those thoughts. Not after all the work she had done to reach a peaceful place, she needed to let him go.[/QUOTE]

(bump for crow)

BEAR.

October 13th, 2016, 04:15 PM

@Ever

The world around him was a blur. A shadowy haze accompanied by the cold wind of Leaf-fall and the event chillier realization he was alone.

After Spritefire disappeared and his relationship with Hornetsight went down the river (his own fault, much like everything else), the only cat that remained in his life was Wateredge. And he was only able to watch as her mental health decayed. Sitting before her grave, with the few surviving daisies he could recover from the territory, he couldn't brush aside the bitter thought of how this was his fault. If he'd been there for her when she needed him, she wouldn't be gone.

Ever

October 13th, 2016, 04:31 PM

echofur

October 13th, 2016, 04:38 PM

[[apologies for my absence as of yesterday]]

"What? Ah, no! Of course not, I'm just uh.. a-a little jumpy today, is all. The dream I had the other night must still be getting to me, hah.." Bluedew stuttered out quickly, trying her best to see that Shadywhisker wouldn't see through her lie. Well, more like half truth, but still a lie. She was nervous, but not for the reason she'd expressed to the she-cat, obviously. She hasn't been this nervous since her assessment, and that's a hard thing to top. Even if she seemed to have confidence, she had the bravery of fresh-kill. Talk about a good act, amiright? Willing herself to give a reassuring smile, Bluedew looked up at Shadywhisker, copper eyes glossed over in anxiety, fear, and a little bit of fluster, just a sprinkle.
Shadywhisker looked at her awhile longer, not sure if she was receiving the full truth. She decided to let it go, never fully relieving the worry from her stare. "Alright, I hope you have a better sleep tonight." She smiled slightly at Bluedew. "Do you think we should head back to camp?" She added, not wanting to end her time with her new friend.

yummyluc

October 13th, 2016, 05:15 PM

Shadywhisker looked at her awhile longer, not sure if she was receiving the full truth. She decided to let it go, never fully relieving the worry from her stare. "Alright, I hope you have a better sleep tonight." She smiled slightly at Bluedew. "Do you think we should head back to camp?" She added, not wanting to end her time with her new friend.

"Yeah, me too," The blue she-cat agreed with a small grin, "I suppose we should, a shame we couldn't bring much back, though." Bluedew, in all honestly, didn't want to go back to camp. She liked it here, out in the forest, but not alone. With Shadywhisker. Bluedew loved being by herself, loved how it was always peaceful alone and how she was always in control, etcetera. But when she even thought of merely looking at Shadywhisker, her heart seemed to stop, time seemed to slow, and it seemed like they were the only two cats in the world. Her voice made her heart flutter, her eyes made her paws shake, and, StarClan save her, her beauty was a real breathtaker. Yes, Bluedew had heard of how nice a cat Shadywhisker was, and she'd liked what she'd heard, but this she-cat was the whole package. Brains, brawn, and beauty, inside and out.

goddess of ducks

October 14th, 2016, 09:21 AM

(For Nighty)
Smoke lay curled up under a thistle bush, her gray fur full of thistles and it was matted. The young kit closed her eyes and let out a quiet, pitiful wail. Then she stopped and stood up on wobbly legs. Where's my mama? she thought. She wobbled in a circle, her blue kit eyes just starting to get a hint of green. She let out loud mewling. Smoke was tired and hungry. She continued the piteous wailing, calling desperately for her mother. Then she fell silent, waiting for her mother's reply, but none came. When will she be done swimming? She went swimming that river ages ago! Feeling very sad, she curled in a ball and wailed quietly to herself.
Sunbreeze's ear shot straight up at the kit's distress. She opened her eyes wide, her maternal instincts taking hold. She scanned the area around her and spotted a bush on the other side of the river. She stood up and launched her self into the river. As she paddled across another wail rose up from the bush and made her swim faster, her strong hind legs kicking out behind her. She soon reached the other side and she sprinted towards the bush. She took little notice of the thistles and stretched her head under the bush to see the gray kit. "Oh my!" She exclaimed silently. "Hello there little one." She cooed softly.

Hexict

October 27th, 2016, 08:25 PM

monfang

November 1st, 2016, 08:01 AM

{Open}
Wolfsong (http://cross2heaven.wixsite.com/mysite/wolfsong) padded over to the stream and drank some water. A flash of grey caused him to freeze. When the grey mass returned, he struck, and threw the fish up to the bank. With a quick blow, he killed it, and smiled. The wolfish tom took a few bites, then sat on his haunches and groomed is fur.

Zero

November 2nd, 2016, 06:45 PM

FadedShadow

Bleakpaw padded out into the territory, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Fadedpaw was following. Even though he had only recently been shown the territory, he seemed to know where he was going. "Let's go to the river," He mewed absentmindedly.

fab.fox

November 2nd, 2016, 08:29 PM

koer

She glared down at the water as Daisypaw was explaining how the river could sometimes be rough but is usually calm. She wasn't sure about the water, but was taken aback by Daisypaw's sudden leap into it. Willowpaw stepped back from the splash, not wanting to get the water on her fur. The molly gingerly padded back towards the rippling river, and waited until it had calmed down some more before lowering her paw into the water and breaking the surface. Willowpaw pulled back once she felt it, and looked back up at the older apprentice, watching her with her pale blue orbs. "Uhhh... is there anyway I could enjoy it just by watching you?" She wasn't sure what was wrong with the water, but it was like something was off - though it wasn't actually the water itself, but more to do with Willowpaw.

"no excuses, dude!!!" daisypaw swiftly dashed out of the river [nobody said gracefully though], turned to face willowpaw- and of clumsiness and water, she tripped over her paws and fell fowards. onto willowpaw. into the river. the apprentice gasped for air, popping out of the water, laughing. "hehe, oops!" daisypaw continued to laugh, realizing her stupid actions and her stupider reactions to it. "pfft, i'm bad at not messing up." she flattened her ears awkwardly, her miscolored eyes glancing on from willowpaw to the water. she hesitated in her mind, but her body continued anyways. she playfully rubbed the forehead of willow, grinning widely. "hah- fun stuff."

Hexict

November 3rd, 2016, 06:27 AM

Fawn

November 4th, 2016, 12:03 AM

Lunacross ;; closed roleplay

Slipping from RiverClan's camp and into the territory, Cakeless shook the remnants of moss from his pelt and suppressed a yawn, as Bucknight's call to patrol with him had been at the expense of his evening naptime. It wasn't that he was a duty-dodger, except.. well, he totally was. And his former-mentor-turned-leader probably knew that but had never commented for some reason or another.

It wasn't motivated by a lack of respect. In a couple ways, he respected Bucknight as a fellow RiverClanner, but the prevailing emotion was affection--growing closer to him had exposed how big of a softie he really was. Unfortunately for Bucknight, that foretold a semi-dismissive attitude toward his authority. A smirk played upon his muzzle as he stole a glance at the other tom, eyes glowing with humor when he inquired, "What did you drag me out here for? A dip in the stream?" The last bit came out sarcastic, but not hurtful. Having been rather sentimental recently, especially with the onslaught of feelings for Bucknight, Cakeless' mind wandered back to their initial meeting. "Or maybe showing off your ability to finally walk without tripping."

BEAR.

November 5th, 2016, 03:30 AM

Raywood

As much as Bucknight would have loved to escape the toils of being both a leader and, somehow, a leading force behind the rebellion against the stars, in his life that wasn't possible. There was always something drawing him back to Eternalstar's ways, and to his dismay, he didn't think that would change anytime soon.

In this particular instance, while he would be overjoyed to spend an evening lounging around with one of his oldest friends and most trusted companions, that simply wasn't the case. "Well," he murmured, "we could probably detour for the stream, but I don't --" he cut off abruptly with a yelp, his foot caught beneath a jutting root, and the RiverClan leader found himself, gracelessly, sprawled on the ground. "Nope," he groaned, shaking his head as he pushed himself from the dirt. "Guess I'm gonna keep falling for you." Amusement laced his words, although they held some truth. Bucknight would be lying if he said over the moons, he hadn't grown affectionate of his former apprentice in less-than-platonic ways. Even his sarcastic quips were endearing.

With his paw aching from being yanked by the root, and Bucknight testing the waters to see if he could walk without a limp (he could, thankfully it didn't seem sprained), he straightened up and shook his pelt. Small bits of debris from his tumble fell off, reuniting with the soil it had previously resided on. "I was going to say, before that root rudely interrupted me, I wanted to get your input on uh, some combat plans." Having a second opinion was always nice, and what better opinion than from someone he trusted more than himself?

fab.fox

November 5th, 2016, 09:13 AM

The younger apprentice flattened her ears as Daisypaw clumsily made her way back towards Willowpaw. Then it happened so quickly. The alabaster molly suddenly tripped again, but this time landed herself on top of the birman. With a splash both cat were in the river, and Willowpaw's pale blue orbs were wide with shock. Shock from both the fall and the sudden feeling of water all around her. She laid there for a moment, trying to play back what just went down. As soon as she realized it, the apprentice quickly kicked Daisypaw off her and scampered back towards the shore of the river, and climbed out in an ungainly way. "I-I'm sorry for kicking you off me," Willowpaw apologized as she shook the water out of her thick pelt. "I guess I'm just not that good with water," she gave an awkward laugh.
daisypaw passively grinned after a groan of pain from the kick in the stomach. "no worries.- you don't look like your having much fun. maybe a different activity will be fun for you?" the molly felt guilty for her unsatisfied attitude, but smiled to her anyways. "lets see, there's always battle, hunting, racing, climbing- what do you want to do?"

Maplefur

November 5th, 2016, 03:35 PM

Minnowstream paused as she saw a bird pecking at some seeds on the ground. She was pitifully aware that she had been out since sunrise, and now the sun was almost at it's peak. I haven't managed to catch a single thing... The silver tabby crouched low, eyes narrowed, and stalked towards the bird. Suddenly, the small creature's head snapped up, meeting her gaze before starting to take off. Minnowstream desperately sprung after it, but her paws just grazed it's tail feathers as it took off, calling out loudly. Falling back down to the ground, she pawed at the ground in frustration. "Every time," she muttered quietly to herself. Her ears perked up as she heard the paw steps of a clanmate nearby, walking towards her. Her crystal blue eyes widened in anxiety as she turned to see who saw her messy hunting attempt. (Open rp.)

Fawn

November 5th, 2016, 10:57 PM

Lunacross
In comparison, Cakeless was rather carefree with his minimal role in RiverClan; he momentarily decided his purpose would simply be to remain in Bucknight's company, provided the other would have him. If he would have verbally expressed the emotional strain being a leader caused, perhaps Cakeless would have been bothered to amp up his enthusiasm in completing duties around the Clan in an attempt to ease it, though it'd likely have very little difference in Bucknight's stress levels.

As he cut off abruptly and a yelp resounded throughout the immediate area, the black-and-white tom briefly appeared alarmed but relaxed upon noticing it was just his clumsiness. Hardly a surprise there. He didn't try stifling a mrrow of laughter, only to increase in volume at what followed after. Asking if he was alright seemed pointless when Bucknight could walk fine and wasn't requesting they return to the camp early, so surely the thing to do was make fun of him. "Now you're using me as an excuse to cover your blunders? That's low," he turned away, suppressing a snicker, "even for you."

Hearing what Bucknight had planned for this excursion, his ears perked with interest, but he couldn't address that without slipping in a snide comment prior, "You didn't come out here to confess your undying love for me? What a disappointment, I want to go back." As always, he wasn't serious despite the extremely dry tone he said it in and was truly curious to hear about the combat strategy Bucknight intended to install. Etched on his features was something distant and thoughtful, but he was paying attention, focusing solely on Bucknight. "So, what did you have in mind?"

alexanderblair

November 5th, 2016, 11:44 PM

Falconfeather headed back to camp with two kits following. They both smelled of Windclan.

Ghostly Cristalline

November 5th, 2016, 11:47 PM

Twistedkit and Skykit began to wrinkle their noses. "Ew. what's that smell." skykit growled. Twistedkit looked at his sister and nodded.

alexanderblair

November 5th, 2016, 11:53 PM

"That's fish." he meowed "You'll get used to this scent."

Ghostly Cristalline

November 6th, 2016, 12:25 AM

Twistedkit and Skykit nodded and followed their father.

BEAR.

November 7th, 2016, 09:00 PM

Crimsonmoon entered the quiet area of the territory with a light spirit. She felt relieved that her mother was gone, that she could finally rest. Crimson didn't really have a ton of personal affection for her mother, she was one of the cats that participated in the ending of her life after all. Though she liked to think of it as helping her mother to finally find peace. Wateredge had been too far gone, for far too long. There was nothing Buck and herself could have done to save their mother, so instead they had helped her to find peace. She had found herself circling to this spot quite a few times, asking her mother questions often. She didn't know why, maybe it was a sad attempt to fill the whole left by her absent parents; that in death Wateredge would make a better parent since she was in the right mind again. Though her mother had pretty much believed she would be the end of the clan along with her brother, that they were the last of her 'curse'. Crimsonmoon had never had any idea what nonsense her mother had meant by that. She was simply dropping by to speak her feeling of the day to her mother, it was relieving to visit her now that she was dead. It probably made no sense to any other cat in the world except for to her and her brother, Bucknight.
As she approached, however, she saw another cat bent over her grave. It was one that she was vaguely familiar with, but had often tried to avoid contact with. Blazyfury knew her mother quite well, knew of her when she was herself, not lost. She was almost uncomfortable around him as she found herself envious of what he had experienced. Wateredge had probably been a better parent to him than to her. It made her bitter as she approached, though she wasn't going to back away from her reunion with her mother. Hopefully he would be gone soon and leave her to what she had came to do.Dance on her mother's grave.

Blazefury could hear footsteps, but in his state of self-loathing mingled with depression, he couldn't muster the effort to care. Perhaps, he dryly thought, it was a rogue looking for an easy victim. Let them come. What's the point of fighting back? Certainly, the few cats that kept him around the clan were gone - either now six feet under, or disappeared into thin air. It was an eerie trend that reminded him of his first family; his mate and kits that he, for the most part, lost to flames. In some sense, the white and ginger warrior always failed those he cared about, and isolation from others was a small price to pay to ensure no one else got hurt.

When the movement behind him stilled, and a moment of silence passed without incident, Blazefury shifted uncomfortably. This wasn't normal. Who else would visit Wateredge's grave? Her children were either gone with her, or wanted nothing to do with her based on her .. less than savory parenting methods. Her faults weren't something he held against her. After everything Scalestream had done; using her to further his bloodline, he didn't blame her for losing it in the last moons of her life. The knowledge the cat you loved was simply playing with you was never easy to accept, and unfortunately it had gotten to the point where she couldn't handle it anymore. Despite having a mate that supposedly loved her, she was always alone to raise their kits.

It was no surprise Blazefury had constantly sought out her companionship as one of the few clanmates he ever became attached to. She wasn't only his mentor in his starting days as a RiverClan cat, but also his friend and a parental figure. The loss of Wateredge was a blow to his heart, and he wished her a better afterlife. He didn't believe in StarClan, but he believed in second chances, and if anyone deserved it it was her.

"What are you doing here?" he murmured, ears twitching as his gaze remained on the fresh mound of soil. The distinct scent of maple wafted over him, and his eyebrow quirked. It was a little odd that Crimsonmoon would visit her mother's resting place. As one of her "mistakes", Wateredge hadn't treated her final litter well, and Blazefury was under the impression her remaining children wanted nothing to do with her. Even in death.

Captain

November 7th, 2016, 09:47 PM

(@starfall)

“An old fart, huh?” He commented, tackling the smaller warrior into the soft green grass as they finally entered the familiar hunting grounds, “I’ll have you know, that I’m only a few moons older than you. Only a few!” Ripplewhisker huffed with amusement, “I may be an old fart, but I’ll have more wisdom than you’ll ever have, kid.” The dark-pelted tom smiled warmly and touched noses with his beloved mate before laying on top of him with a chuckle. “Now, let’s see if you’re strong enough to get me off of you.” He purred, his tail lashing.

Starfall

November 7th, 2016, 09:59 PM

Swallowstorm lashed his tail "hah, just because youre only a few moons older then me dosent mean youre wiser than me" he huffed then began to push on ripplewiskers chest with his paws "aaaahhh, you fish-brain youre crushing me! You gotta lay off the fish." He laughed then licked his mates cheek. Sighing the silver tom layed his head down on the soft grass and looked around, his green eyes scanning the territory, his eyes widened as he spotted something purple. The smaller tom flailed and managed to get the older tom off of him. Once he was free swallowstorm padded up to the purple thing, it turning out to be a flower. Smiling the silver warrior gently plucked it and padded over to ripplewisker "look what i found" he said proudly then put it in front of his mates paws, smiling sweetly at the tom.

Captain

November 7th, 2016, 10:08 PM

Ripplewhisker uttered a deep chuckle as the young tom-cat flailed underneath him and finally escaped. “I’m just preparing for Leaf-bare.” The tom-cat remarked, patting his belly, which was most-likely full of fish as his mate had predicted. He watched as Swallowstorm scurried after something that had obviously caught his interest. Once the white and grey tom-cat came back with a beautiful purple flower in his grasp, Ripplewhisker sat up and gazed at it with a gentle smile. “It’s beautiful.” He commented and then rested his forehead against his mate’s head, “Just like you.” The large warrior picked up the purple flower gently in his jaws and tucked it behind Swallowstorm’s ear. “There. Beautiful things deserve to be put together.”

Starfall

November 7th, 2016, 10:15 PM

Swallowstorm felt the heat rise to his fur, he looked down and began to shuffle his paws in embarassment "t-thank you" he studdered then looked up at his mate and smiled "well, i guess we should hunt a whole lot more prey then, since you eat so much." He giggled and got up, licking his chest fur to stop it from puffing up the tom flicked his ears and listnened for any prey that might be out and about.

Captain

November 7th, 2016, 10:24 PM

Ripplewhisker smiled warmly at his mate’s shy usual shy behavior. “You’re so adorable sometimes, it’s like you don’t even have to try.” He chuckled and proceeded to engage in hunting like the other tom-cat had done. The dark-furred warrior wasn’t fond of land hunting, so he padded over to the nearby stream, resting his hindquarters on the cold stone pebbles of the river bank. He watched as the water glistened and flowed past him almost silently until a flash of silver and green caught his eye. His paw quickly flashed into the water and hooked onto the fish. The tom-cat uttered a yowl of surprise once the larger-than-expected prey pulled him into the water and he landed into the cold, swallow depths with a splash. He sat in the chilling water, his fur soaked as his eyes narrowed at the flopping fish beside him that struggled in his paws. He growled and flung the fish onto the shore. “Let’s see how you like being put where you don’t belong!” He hissed as the fish flailed around in the grass, desperate to get back in the water.

Starfall

November 7th, 2016, 10:35 PM

Swallowstorm narrowed his eyes at his mate, emberassed by his remark, then burst out laughing as he saw the other tom fall into the river. "See if you eat too much of something, you become that something, or in your case a fish." He giggled out as he began to pad over to the flopping fish and bit its neck, killing it instantly "and dont let the poor thing suffer, even if it got your flank wet." He began to scold, but ending it in a giggle. The silver warrior then padded over to the water and began to wade in the cold river. "Honestly i dont think its that bad" he said quizziclly and began to swim in circles, making sure his flower didnt fall out every few seconds.

Captain

November 7th, 2016, 10:45 PM

Ripplewhisker rolled his eyes. “If I was a fish, then I would have gills.” He protested, “It deserved what it got.” The dark-furred tom pouted like a kit, his ears flattening slightly. He watched intently as Swallowstorm swam around in the river near him. “You look so stunning..the water makes your fur shine like the full moon.” He said, his green gaze fixed on his mate with interest. The white-and-grey tom never failed to impress and captivate Ripplewhisker, ever since they had met. “I suppose it isn’t that bad. It’s quite a heated day anyhow.” He mentioned, turning his head to look up at the sun that bared down on them from the cloudless sky.

Starfall

November 7th, 2016, 10:53 PM

Swallowstorm giggled as he saw ripplewiskers face as he pouted,then felt the heat rise to his fur once again, his green eyes shifted to the side and bis ears flattned against his head, the silver warrior didnt know how to respond to his mates emberassing statement. Glancing back the warrior on the shore he smiled as the dark colored tom contimplated about the water and smiled "hmm its very cool in here." He said, trying to pursuade his mate on coming in and swimming with him. The warriors attention turned elsewhere as he heard a twig snap on the other side of the river. Swallowstorm decided to go and take a look to see what the sound was, unaware of the dangers that lied ahead.

Captain

November 7th, 2016, 10:59 PM

“Alright, alright.” Ripplewhisker sighed, “I’ll come in, but just because you look so irresistible in the water.” He commented with a chuckle as he slid into the chilling waters. His eye’s followed Swallowstorm as he heard an abrupt sound and immediately going to investigate. “Uhhh..Maybe you should stay over here with me.” He said, worry in his tone, “I don’t want you getting hurt!” The dark tom-cat swam over to join his mate, wanting to protect him.

Starfall

November 7th, 2016, 11:04 PM

Swallowstorm snorted "im a warrior now too you know, i can fend for myself, tho is is sweet that you wanr to protect me." He purred as he continued to swim twards the direcrion that the sound came from. Finally reaching the bank on the opposite side of the river. Shaking himself off the silver warrior looked around, his green eyes scanned the open space. Suddenly her heard multiple twigs snap and leaves crackle, his head turning twards the direcrions of the sound, the tom gave chase to the figure that just ran off, his adrenalin kicking in as his paws pounded against the ground.

Captain

November 7th, 2016, 11:13 PM

BEAR.

November 8th, 2016, 12:31 AM

Raywood

If there was one clanmate Bucknight didn't mind slacking off when it came to their duties, it was Cakeless. It was possible he was biased in this decision, as Cakeless was one of the few constants in his life, one of his few true friends, and he didn't want to see that change. Being around Cakeless in any form was a welcomed change from the rabble he normally dealt with. Whereas conversing with others often left Bucknight feeling frustrated and exhausted, Cakeless brought with him a sense of peace and warmth.

Which may have been unorthodox given his friend's sarcastic approach, but there weren't many cats that could genuinely bring a laugh to the tabby. Eternalstar's influence notwithstanding. Whenever he felt the itch of his former life, the young leader wanted to curl up beside Cakeless and hide from his destiny. Being the reincarnation of a psychopath left him feeling caged, torn between wanting to continue what was an innocent life, and indulging in the urges that tugged at his paws.

It kinda sucked.

"Hardly an excuse when it's the truth," he retorted, his muzzle twisted in a sort of grin. "How can I avoid tripping when my eyes are always on you, darling?" Bucknight flicked his tail, playfully smacking Cakeless's flank. "When is anything ever too low for me? My clumsy nature always has me on the ground. Can't get much lower than that."

He was glad to find Cakeless held interest in providing judgement. It wasn't often he went to his friend and former apprentice for feedback, but this time he felt it necessary given they would be playing with an unpredictable element. "Well," Bucknight murmured, "the plan is rather simple. Our next target is ThunderClan, as you know, and we're going to be bringing in the Dusk Syndicate for assistance. Our neighbors to the north haven't been very, ah, active around the clans since Neomora left, and their participation should catch quite a handful of the senior cats off guard. They won't be expecting the return of a dead gang. What we've intended for the Dusk Syndicate to do is to steal fire from Twolegs; to ignite ThunderClan's precious forest and let the blaze send them into a panic. During the hysteria, they should be easy pickings for a force of ShadowClan and RiverClan cats, yeah?"

Fawn

November 8th, 2016, 01:06 AM

Lunacross

Despite ruining what otherwise would have been another day of nothingness, or perhaps joking around the camp (the standard, loyalist warrior's equivalent to nothingness), Cakeless supposed he wasn't too terribly upset by the change of plans. Mostly because it was Bucknight, not anybody else; had a different cat tried to drag him out on patrol, they would have been met with a sharp-tongued response usually heard from elders. But it wasn't that he meant anything rude by it, as sarcasm was purely his means of expressing himself.

He was fortunate that Bucknight spoke his language and seemed to understand him better than his clanmates, though to be fair he rarely gave them a chance to. His circles consisted of his adoptive family--long since forgotten the key aspect, adoptive--and Bucknight, and he was perfectly content with that.

The term of endearment elicited a short bark of laughter; he was truly too much of a romantic for his own good, a trait not many would guess about the fearless leader of RiverClan with high ambitions and questionable morals. "You ought to put them on something worthwhile," Cakeless responded with his usual form of self-deprecating humor, hiding the smirk on his muzzle. Really, there was no place he'd rather have Bucknight's gaze, but watching the path in front of him was important. "Only I can get away with staring at you the whole day and dodging my duties as a warrior, remember?"

Allowing the subject to drop, Cakeless listened to the plan and processed it carefully, a critical perspective examining each piece of the idea and analyzing it. The mention of the Dusk Syndicate had him ill at ease--although it wasn't outwardly reflected, the uncertainty clawed at him after countless tales of his father's history with them, and his grandmother's involvement in the gang. Briefly, he wondered if he should ask if Bucknight had someone lined up to manage ThunderClan's remains when it fell, if not himself, but decided against it, for it felt almost insulting to inquire. "Definitely," he agreed easily, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know why you think you need my approval. It sounds as if you're ready to take over the forest as it is. ..What did you have in mind for WindClan?" Dapplestar didn't seem like the type who would simply surrender, but maybe if she knew it was a battle she couldn't win without major losses..

Hexict

November 8th, 2016, 09:12 AM

daisypaw passively grinned after a groan of pain from the kick in the stomach. "no worries.- you don't look like your having much fun. maybe a different activity will be fun for you?" the molly felt guilty for her unsatisfied attitude, but smiled to her anyways. "lets see, there's always battle, hunting, racing, climbing- what do you want to do?"

Willowpaw was taken aback by the other molly's passive reaction to her impulsive actions. She had a look of guilt on her face while Daisypaw pointed out her lack of enjoyment for their current activity, she didn't want to ruin this for the white apprentice and was actually trying to have fun with her. She closed her pale orbs and took a deep breath. "No, I want to swim," she forced the words out. The apprentice knew that she would have to swim eventually, and would hate to act like this in front of her mentor - she'd much rather learn now and get that done with for now. "The problem is; I don't know how to swim. It might sound dumb from a Riverclanner, but... I haven't gotten out much so haven't gotten the chance to learn," the birman hoped that was convincing enough. She honestly wasn't looking forward to get involved with water due to the big storm - but she was aware how much Riverclan had to do with water, and she did love this clan, mostly her adopted mother; Sunbreeze.

The Cannibal

November 9th, 2016, 03:14 PM

dionysus

November 9th, 2016, 03:55 PM

@Beau

It had taken a little while for the both of them to weave enough brambles to create the contraption that they wished the badger to step on, but eventually they had finished it, Seapaw having done quite a bit more work that Hickorypaw had, it seemed the tom was distracted with his thoughts on what they were going to do after they were done weaving, when he would be put to good use and distracting that badger. Of course he meant to be helping his best friend as best as he could, but his thoughts were unfortunately elsewhere at the time.
When the two were done weaving and had crept back down to where they were before, the badger hadn't moved but a couple of paces to the west, still lumbering and snuffling and searching for food. The ginger and white tom was literally quivering with his excitement of what he was about to do, his pupils dilated and a solid, excited grin stuck on his muzzle.

"Alright, you ready? Cause I'm ready.. Oh man I was born ready."

Hickorypaw had looked at her when he spoke before quickly looking back at where the badger was hunched over, clawing at the ground with it's huge paws, the dull claws of it glinting in the sunlight and causing the male apprentice to quiver even more in his excitement. This is what he lived for, the adrenaline, the excitement, it wasn't very often you were about to drive a badger out of it's den and likely, out of the territory, especially if you were an apprentice! Should his mentor have known what he was up to, he likely would have been reprimanded, actually, if any adult cat knew what they were up to, they would be reprimanded, aside from perhaps a select few.
But that didn't matter to him currently, in fact.. It never actually occurred to him until after the fact, when then it was of course too late and he would simply have to get an earful from which ever warrior caught him doing the dangerous act.

Licking his lips, his claws unsheathed, he looked back at Seapaw, his body tense and quivering with energy as be basically waited for his bestfriend to give the go ahead for him to go out and create a distraction so that she could place the contraption behind the badger and so on and so forth. He wouldn't leave a second before she gave him a sign to go, because she always knew when it was the right time to do something, she had good judgement and, a lot of times, that kept him out of harms way.

Seapaw looked up when the last brambles had been woven tightly together. While Hickorypaw was distracted with what she presumed to be thoughts of the badger, the ginger apprentice grabbed one of the least thorny strands of bramble in her teeth and tugged, trying to ascertain just how tightly they clung to each other. The brambles gave way slightly before stopping and Seapaw dropped the prickly plant with a triumphant snort. The sheet of thorns may not have been as tightly woven as some used in camp, but it was definitely enough to hurt a badger. Shaking out her fur in apprehension, Seapaw swiped her tongue over her paw pads a few times to clean them, wincing at the tang of her blood as well as the taste of dirt. Sticking out her tongue in disgust and gagging slightly, Seapaw lashed her tail and placed her paw tenderly on the green carpeted ground. Her paw still stung slightly, but she was able to stand on it and move it. Unfortunately, there was a stubborn thorn lodged in her left paw pad, the pain of which brought tears to her eyes as it supported the entire front half of her body while she cleaned her right paw.

Checking her left paw, the apprentice winced at the sight. Her pad was puffy and a few sticky drops of crimson seeped out from beneath the head of a rather large brown thorn. Sniffing at it, Seapaw groaned and realized it would need to be checked out by a medicine cat. Glad she wasn't the distraction, Seapaw placed her paw upon the ground once more, finding she could support her weight with a slight limp.

Seapaw followed Hickorypaw to check on the badger, noting the short distance it had wandered. At Hickorypaw's exclamation, Seapaw laughed. "Yes, I'm ready." She purred, bumping her shoulder against his. "Just let me get the brambles closer to where I'll need to move them." With that, she disappeared back on the other side of the rise and leaned down to grasp the smoothest part of the bramble sheet in her teeth once more. Dragging th brambles with some difficulty, Seapaw managed to get them over the rise and under a small bush within range of the badger, where she stayed as well. Due to her proximity to the beast, Seapaw waved her tail to Hickorypaw, signaling that she was ready and that the badger was in prime position.

The Cannibal

November 11th, 2016, 09:44 AM

Seapaw looked up when the last brambles had been woven tightly together. While Hickorypaw was distracted with what she presumed to be thoughts of the badger, the ginger apprentice grabbed one of the least thorny strands of bramble in her teeth and tugged, trying to ascertain just how tightly they clung to each other. The brambles gave way slightly before stopping and Seapaw dropped the prickly plant with a triumphant snort. The sheet of thorns may not have been as tightly woven as some used in camp, but it was definitely enough to hurt a badger. Shaking out her fur in apprehension, Seapaw swiped her tongue over her paw pads a few times to clean them, wincing at the tang of her blood as well as the taste of dirt. Sticking out her tongue in disgust and gagging slightly, Seapaw lashed her tail and placed her paw tenderly on the green carpeted ground. Her paw still stung slightly, but she was able to stand on it and move it. Unfortunately, there was a stubborn thorn lodged in her left paw pad, the pain of which brought tears to her eyes as it supported the entire front half of her body while she cleaned her right paw.

Checking her left paw, the apprentice winced at the sight. Her pad was puffy and a few sticky drops of crimson seeped out from beneath the head of a rather large brown thorn. Sniffing at it, Seapaw groaned and realized it would need to be checked out by a medicine cat. Glad she wasn't the distraction, Seapaw placed her paw upon the ground once more, finding she could support her weight with a slight limp.

Seapaw followed Hickorypaw to check on the badger, noting the short distance it had wandered. At Hickorypaw's exclamation, Seapaw laughed. "Yes, I'm ready." She purred, bumping her shoulder against his. "Just let me get the brambles closer to where I'll need to move them." With that, she disappeared back on the other side of the rise and leaned down to grasp the smoothest part of the bramble sheet in her teeth once more. Dragging th brambles with some difficulty, Seapaw managed to get them over the rise and under a small bush within range of the badger, where she stayed as well. Due to her proximity to the beast, Seapaw waved her tail to Hickorypaw, signaling that she was ready and that the badger was in prime position.
Kneading restlessly at the ground and paying little attention to Seapaw, he couldn't stop flexing his claws into the ground, tensing and relaxing his muscles as if testing them, stretching them out individually, making himself limber because he would have to be quick with the big beast, it may be slow, but should that creature manage to land a hit on him, he would be in serious danger and he most certainly did not feel like taking a visit to Geckoleaf today. Only when the two ventured back down near the badger and he had questioned if Seapaw was ready, did he notice the smell of blood in the air, that metallic scent he knew all too well. It was coming from Seapaw and his excitement vanished for a moment as he looked over his friend with quiet worry before noticing it was coming from her paw, she likely pricked it when weaving that thorn mat, no thanks to him. Frowning, he was about to ask if she was okay before she was scampering off to get into a better position to place the thorns for when he started his distraction. Watching her go, he shuffled a paw and couldn't help but feel guilty for her minor injury, if he had helped more with the weaving, she likely wouldn't have gotten hurt.

The ginger and white apprentice forced himself to shake his head and clear his thoughts, he would apologize to her later and see if she was okay, but for now, he needed to have a clear mind because he was about to go up against a badger. Excitement flooded back into him but he kept it under control, for the most part. He needed to be clear headed when he was doing this because one small mistake could make for a huge injury for him.

Eyes focused on his ginger best friend, he waited for her signal, a flick of a tail, and he was off. It was almost surreal as he went bounding out of the brush towards the large, black and white beast, yowling at the top of his lungs, time seeming to slow. He could hear his heartbeat, the sound of his paws individually thundering against the ground, the sound of leaves and ferns being flattened beneath him, the badgers head slowly turning. And then he slammed into it's side, tearing at it with his claws before dipping down, things speeding up now as the large mammal thundered out a roar, swiping and stumbling sideways and Hickorypaw ducking beneath it's underside and popping out on the other side, clawing at it's flank, tearing off some clumps of fur before darting away, feeling the gust of air as the beast swiped again with it's large paw, the long claws glinting at the sun as they nearly grazed him, but then he was zipping around, attacking another side, always dodging just in the nick of time, a wild grin on his muzzle, the apprentice racing this way and that, dancing beneath its paws, barely avoiding it's teeth, having a blast.

lone

November 11th, 2016, 05:39 PM

~for Empress Of Evil~

Summerpaw padded into the territory, her sage green hues looking backwards to see if Brackenpaw was following her. Her fluffy calico tail waved back and forth slightly, her expression excited and pleased to have a companion. "I believe I'll go ahead and go for a swim, get this dust off now...how about you?" She remarked, stopping and waiting for her companion as that was the polite thing to do. She appreciated Brackenpaw's company...he was a friendly, pleasant tom who had been the first to not flinch away at her flirting with him. Although she wasn't completely sure that he had understood what had happened, it was still nice...perhaps there would be other cats like that later on, but for now she was glad to be who she was, and without many friends. The she cat grinned at Brackenpaw, hints of mischief glinting in her sage hues, and her grin having the slightest bit of a flirtatious smirk to it, although she mainly just looked happy.

Starfall

November 11th, 2016, 06:06 PM

It didn’t matter to the dark-furred tom if Swallowstorm was a warrior or not. He could be a clan leader and Ripplewhisker would still worry for him. The warrior hurried after his mate, his orange-tipped tail twitching worryingly. Something about this didn’t seem right and right now, he just wanted to go relax with his mate. “This doesn’t seem safe.” Ripplewhisker warned, calling after the white and grey tom-cat.
(Im back from the dead oh my goodness im sorry it took so long!)
Swallowstormdashed after the shadowy figure, ignoring his mates protests. Finally the silver tom stopped as he saw the figure dive into a den in the side of a small hill,the new warrior crept forward slowly and sniffed "what's this smell...i know i've smelled it before..." the tom spoke as he inched closer and closer to the den when finally,in a flash of red, o fox pinned the warrior and began to bite and scrach. Hissing swallowstorm began to claw at the foxes side, then kicked the orange beast in the stomach, launching the fox off of the silver warrior "how did i not recognize it?!" He hissed to himself as he crouched slightly, lashing his tail and hissing in anger.

Captain

November 11th, 2016, 06:40 PM

“Mousedung!” Ripplewhisker shrieked, running after his mate into the obvious fox-scented den. The large creature seemed to tower over both of them, but the dark-furred tom was almost twice the size of the silver tom-cat, so maybe he’d have most of an advantage. He growled, digging his sharp claws into the dirt and practically launching himself at the orange fox. “Stay away from him, you pathetic creature!” He yowled and latched onto the creature’s back, biting the back of it’s neck and clawing it’s spine as the fox whined and yipped, trying to get the warrior off of it. Ripplewhisker bit down harder, blood filling his mouth and the fox screeched in pain, bucking Ripplewhisker off in a furious rage, sending the tom flying and hitting the den wall and laying on the ground, motionless and his breaths shallow. The fox turned to face him now, away from Swallowstorm, blood trickling down it’s sides and fury in its gaze. “Go ahead..Finish me..” Ripplewhisker hissed, coughing weakly, “Cowardly creature..”

Starfall

November 11th, 2016, 08:49 PM

Swallowstorms fur rose as his mate got launched to the side of the den and lay limp there. The silver tom saw red as he launched himself at the fox, biting the foxes neck with a strong force the silver warrior kept his grip on the fox as it bucked and slammed itself into trees or hill sides. The warrior clawed at the foxes head eventually the creature bleed out and dropped onto the ground. Huffing swallowstorm hissed at the now dead fox and swiftly scrambled over to ripplewisker "oh my goodness, im so sorry, are you okay? Im sorry its my fault i didnt recognize the scent." He whined as he rested his muzzle on his mates neck, wrapping his tail around the older tom, the silver warrior kept whispering apologiez to the dark tom.

Captain

November 11th, 2016, 08:57 PM

Ripplewhisker laid there with his eyes closed for several minutes, the gentle rise and fall of his chest being the only indication that he was still alive. Suddenly, his eyes cracked open and he uttered a ragged cough, his body shaking slightly. “I-It’s okay..” He murmured weakly, “You fought so bravely..I’m p-proud of you.” His empty gaze drifted over to the dead, limp carcass of the fox, saying nothing about it any longer. His insides felt mixed and heavy, it was a struggle to breath correctly. The dark-furred tom’s head once again sank into the dirt and his eyes rolled shut as he laid there, his body fighting to regain strength and not falling unconscious. His tail curled around his mate tightly, wanting him close.

Starfall

November 11th, 2016, 10:49 PM

Robin-chan
swallowstorm tightly shut his eyes and rested his chin on his mates head and held him close. The silver tom licked ripplewiskers forehead, trying to soothe the dark furred tom. 'Im sorry, im sorry, im sorry.' These two words kept racing through his mind as dark images appeared in his head. The silver tom continued to comfort his mate as he lay there wounded, and swallowstorm lay with him, unable to do anything.

~Vixen~

November 12th, 2016, 09:02 AM

THE QUEEN SMILED " WOW its amazing out here " she said startled by so much space

lyra

November 12th, 2016, 09:07 AM

Willowsong nodded and padded through the territory slowly. She finally noticed how nice it felt to be in the territory, especially with her friend. Picking up speed, she went over to the lake. (Or pond?idk) The silver she-cat sat by it, waiting for Gentlemist. Looking into the water, Willowsong could already see slim, silver bodies swimming through the water. She watched the Minnows for a few seconds, and then stopped.

~Vixen~

November 12th, 2016, 09:16 AM

the she cat padded after her and sat down dipping her feet in the water

lyra

November 12th, 2016, 10:55 AM

Willowsong looked to the side as she saw a minnow flash by, and it was close too. Quickly, the silver cat dipped her paw in and out of the water, killing the minnow quickly. "So.." She began, not really sure what to say. "Who's the father?"

~Vixen~

November 12th, 2016, 11:21 AM

She laughed " pebblefoot " she said " please dont treat me any different now that im a queen " she said " would you like to go for a swim"

lyra

November 12th, 2016, 11:34 AM

"Sure," Willowsong meowed gratefully," And why would I? Your my friend, Gentlemist."

The Cannibal

November 12th, 2016, 11:37 AM

(To the territory, I guess?)
Blizzardfoot cringed a little bit inside at the tom's comments. Who exactly was this warrior? Or a better question- why was he speaking like that? Her insides were a mixture of awe and curiosity; it wasn't the tom itself that was striking, but his words. The mixture of slight sarcasm and reality was defeating. His words didn't even seem one hundred percent normal. The molly wasn't sure why.
She decided that it might just be a morning issue. Or perhaps it was simply his odd personality, or to attract more attention to himself- the latter was certainly working. Blizzardfoot could handle that, she supposed. The brown-and-white pelted tom was just like everyone else, but unique in a couple of ways. And anyways, I shouldn't be judging. It's better for my curiousity to be silenced.
"Yeah, let's go now." The molly finally said, nodding her head up and down. She shook out her pelt- which was still ridiculously messy, even the tom had noticed- and stood up. Front feet first, back paws next. Ah.
Her mouth opened again and more words spilled out. It was a question that she'd been wondering for a short while now. "By the way, I forgot your name. What is it?" She said, furrowing her brow. The tom most likely wouldn't take offense because of this question, being that they've only met a couple of times total, but her just saying it aloud was enough to make her cringe. His name was somewhere in the back of her mind, lingering and lurking in a corner that'd not be found until he answered.
Stoatfang was indeed one of the strangest toms to have lived in Riverclan and he confused and agitated a good many of cat that lived here so it wasn't particularly surprising that Blizzardfoot was confused about him and his way of speech and just him in general, in fact, it was quite expected. Though what was strange is that she was actually curious as to why, most simply got annoyed and went about ignoring him, not that he really cared, he'd simply move on to the next cat, flaunting and joking as he did, it gave him the attention he believe he deserved.
The brown and white tabby tom looked over his shoulder as he waited for her at the end of the entrance, his paws placed in the territory, a glimmer of impatience quivering through him but he kept it under control as he waited for the she-cat to follow suite. He had to remember that it hadn't been too long since the other warrior woke up.
Her question sent a shock of anger through him and he clenched his jaws shut, closing his eyes momentarily. How could she not know who he was? He was one of the best cats in Riverclan and she didn't even know his name! Cool it Stoatfang, just cool it. Hissing out a quiet, slow exhale, he slowly opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder again, more eager to get into the territory to show off his hunting skills than stand around chatting. "The name is Stoatfang." meowed the tom simply enough with a flick of his tail and began to eagerly pad into the territory. "I mean, I know I look good, but I didn't think I looked so good it could make cats forget my name!" he snorted out.

~Vixen~

November 12th, 2016, 11:46 AM

SHE SMILED IF YOU SAY SO " SHE SAID AND BEGAN TO JUMP IN THE WATER

lyra

November 12th, 2016, 03:02 PM

SHE SMILED IF YOU SAY SO " SHE SAID AND BEGAN TO JUMP IN THE WATER

Willowsong followed after Gentlemist, not really minding the cool water. Quickly, she splashed some at the other she-cat, then swam away, a big smiled on her face.

Captain

November 12th, 2016, 03:23 PM

@starfall )

After a few minutes of silence from Ripplewhisker, the dark-furred tom finally stirred slightly and opened his eyes. “It’s alright, Swallowstorm. You didn’t know this would’ve happened.” He said, his tone weak, but soothing towards his beloved mate. He lifted his head with a wince and gave the white and grey tom-cat’s head a comforting lick before Ripplewhisker finally gave out a pained hiss as he rose to his paws. His whole body felt heavy and overall stiff. His gaze flickered over to the fox’s limp body. “You saved the clan from danger, be proud of that.” The warrior remarked to him and began to walk out of the den, focusing on getting somewhere safer and relaxing to rest his aching bones.

Starfall

November 13th, 2016, 12:10 PM

Robin-chan
Swallowstorm sighed and slowly began to pad behind his mate, not saying a word as his gaze was cast down, his tail dragging on the ground. The silver tom twiched his whiskers and stopped "oh wait I should go bury the fox carcas" he said and turned around and began to pad back to the dead body. Sighing he looked down at the dead fox once he made it back, the silver tom grabbed it by the scruff and began to drag it back to its den. Swallowstorm stopped dead in his tracks when he heard yapping and barking, the silver warrior dropped the dead fox and slowly began to creep forward, crouching slightly as he neared the fox den. Once close enough the silver warrior gasped, three little fox pups still lived in the fox den, the silver warrior inched forward till he was a mouse length away from the fox pups. "Their harmless...their not even attacking me, their playing with me." He said aloud as the pups began to play with his tail and crawl all over the tom.

Captain

November 13th, 2016, 12:19 PM

@starfall

Ripplewhisker looked back at his mate, playing with harmless fox cubs. “They are harmless and without a mother now.” He murmured, looking towards the dead body, “Get away from them before they follow us back to camp, we can’t do anything to help them now.” His tone was cold, but almost saddened by what has happened this day. Without another word, the dark-furred tom strolled away from the den and away from those cubs and his own mate, his head filled with various thoughts. He sat down on the bank of the river and looked down at the clear pebbles that scattered the bottom of the water.

Starfall

November 13th, 2016, 01:06 PM

~Vixen~

November 13th, 2016, 06:43 PM

she smirked and raised her tail smashing it on the water sending water flying onto willowsong

BEAR.

November 14th, 2016, 12:59 AM

Raywood

By this point in his life, the only cats Bucknight had were his adopted sister and Cakeless. His adopted mother had expired some moons back; his adopted father and other siblings were never around, and a part of him suspected they had met their own demise. Good riddance.

The only cat in the world worth watching was Cakeless, and though Bucknight understood his depreciating statement was a joke, the thought of his friend thinking that was almost heart-breaking. "Can I not get away with staring at you the whole day while maintaining my duties as a leader?" he questioned. "Since you can get away with staring at me the whole day and dodge your duties?"

As fun as it would be to include the Dusk Syndicate in his plans, did he really need them? Relying on others for help and to do work he could've done cost him his first reign. Besides, how did he know he could trust Renn to keep his word? The commander could easy turn on his word.

His original thoughts had been on his clan-mates; sacrificing the mercenaries prior to his own perishing. Yet, how many of his clan-mates weren't expendable? Sure, there were those that supported him he'd like to keep around, but a hefty amount of the clan opposed him - and he knew if they knew his plans, it'd only be worse. What was losing a few of them?

"WindClan?" he murmured. "Well, if I know anything about Dapplestar and her filthy spawn, it's that they can't leave things be. Assuming the fire doesn't spread to their territory - and the chances of that is unlikely unless the wind is against us, she'll send out a patrol to assist ThunderClan with the fire. She trusts Ashstar; she'll want to keep relations between their clan good. So, we ambush the patrol and take them hostage. A bargaining chip, if you will. I know she can't resist a good compromise." This was said with a smirk, the distant memory of a caged, broken Dapplestar in his mind. "If the fire does spread like I hope, we can also attack them during their hysteria. It'll be a two-for-one special."

Fawn

November 14th, 2016, 01:53 AM

Lunacross

“No, my laziness will rub off on you,” he responded quickly, not that he thought it’d become a self-fulfilling prophecy when Bucknight couldn’t afford to be lazy with the plans he had in mind for the rest of the forest. Appearing amused as if the two could even be compared, Cakeless meowed, “That’s because you’re actually attractive. Wish I could say the same for myself.” After a second’s pause, he added in a playful, mock gasp, “Is that why you allow me to be the most slacking warrior in RiverClan, so I stare at you all day? I didn’t realize you were that self-absorbed, but it makes sense now. I bet you just trip over roots to get my attention!” The accusation was wild and had no weight behind it, but it was a humorous situation to think about.

Unaware of Bucknight’s cognitions and conclusion that the Dusk Syndicate would no longer be a stepping stone in the takeover, Cakeless was left with uncertainties; the gang, although he had never formally met them, was a ruthless bunch of disloyal killers. It was a risk to get them involved and count on their participation when, at any time, the Commander could recognize there was little to gain.

“Having a measly patrol wouldn’t be a very good bargaining chip,” the tom mentioned dryly, giving a light shrug of his shoulders. It wouldn’t be useless, either, but it was far from the amount of power they needed to aim for. However, as Bucknight went on, his statement was amended. “So RiverClan and ShadowClan forces waiting to ambush when WindClan and ThunderClan have no choice but to flee?” The issue was it might be slightly implausible and difficult to organize, but where else would the victims of the fire go? Their choices were limited—stay and be burned alive, adopt the loner lifestyle, or join the ranks as a slave to the new reign. Mentally, he mapped it out and a strange, complacent chuckle escaped him, “They’ll have nowhere to run except the twoleg place or the Clans.” The latter being optimal, as at least they would receive cheap labor out of the ordeal.

Dropping the thought with a small shake of his head, Cakeless inquired, “Is that it? Sounds like a solid plan to me.” He wasn’t clear on where they’d be getting the fire supplies, but he guessed Bucknight had an understanding of how to accomplish that.

BEAR.

November 14th, 2016, 03:04 AM

Raywood

"You'd think if it were going to rub off on me, it would've by now." Plans kept him in line, and while he'd love to lounge around all day, he couldn't fit it in his schedule. "For someone that claims they're not attractive, you're certainly stunning, dear." He smiled. "What did I ever do to attract the interest of a gorgeous tom like yourself?" Tripping not included. Hopefully. "Oh no, you're onto me and my plans! How will I ever maintain your attention via tripping now?"

"Dapplestar values the lives of her clan-mates dearly. It's one of her flaws. But my hope is, in that scenario - it'll hold more precious cargo than a few commoners. Her children are warriors, and if even just one was on that patrol and were held hostage .. what do you think she'd do to get them back?" A lifetime ago, she barged into his camp to demand kits that weren't even hers back. He hadn't even stolen them! They wandered into his territory and he took the opportunity to take them as his own. Well, as prisoners, but that wasn't the point.

With WindClan and ThunderClan having only a couple options, it would be easy to overtake their forces. "I doubt many will go the twoleg place route," he added. "There's a thunder path that should deter them." Not many cats liked to risk losing their lives to the paws of the monsters.

There was a place not far from the clans Bucknight knew twolegs set fires, and he didn't think it would be difficult to steal flames when they weren't looking. "Perhaps," he hummed, "we could do without the Dusk Syndicate. It's easier to drop dead weight - and the possibility of them betraying us. I'd rather not have us be flanked while we're focused on ambushing ThunderClan and WindClan." This meant he would need to steal fire from the twolegs himself. Nothing to worry about.

Fawn

November 14th, 2016, 01:52 PM

Lunacross

Cakeless figured that was true and elicited a quiet snicker, along with a meow of, “I guess you’re able to resist my charm. Plan foiled.” What Bucknight said to combat his self-deprecating comment raised skepticism within the younger tom, and he resisted the urge to burst out in laughter at the ridiculousness of such a statement. “Stunningly ugly,” he corrected playfully with a roll of his eyes. “Seizing the entirety RiverClan might have helped.” In honesty, he had noticed Bucknight many moons before he became a leader of the Clan. They’d crossed paths as a kit and an apprentice during the flood, and had grown up as mentor and apprentice, and now leader and warrior. It’d been a long journey that was far from ending.

“What do we need from her? Dapplestar doesn’t have a lot to provide, and if she values her clanmates or kits so much, who’s to say she’d give over the Clan?” That’d be a losing scenario, likely for both parties. “Wouldn’t we be better off using her or her precious kits,” it was said mockingly, “as a dead bargaining piece..?” It wasn’t that he was evil, at least not in the sense that he wished to kill every feline who walked the forest with StarClan as a guide, but he was compelled to secure the loose ends to prevent an uprising or oversight.

It wasn’t an idea he would suggest seriously since RiverClan lacked the training to make it a reality and execute it without major losses, but forcing WindClan’s stragglers to fight on the thunderpath was a thought worth consideration.

He’d been about to reply approvingly on the abandonment of the Dusk Syndicate in their conquest for territorial domination, however Cakeless stopped short as he opened his mouth only to be met with the trace of a scent that made his heart skip a beat. Probably just passed through a few hours ago, he told himself but brown eyes were already scanning the area for any sign of the creature’s presence. Remaining silent, he felt a cold chill in his paws — it swept throughout his body as he realized although the scent was faint, it was growing stronger.

Gusty

November 14th, 2016, 05:18 PM

Stoatfang was indeed one of the strangest toms to have lived in Riverclan and he confused and agitated a good many of cat that lived here so it wasn't particularly surprising that Blizzardfoot was confused about him and his way of speech and just him in general, in fact, it was quite expected. Though what was strange is that she was actually curious as to why, most simply got annoyed and went about ignoring him, not that he really cared, he'd simply move on to the next cat, flaunting and joking as he did, it gave him the attention he believe he deserved.
The brown and white tabby tom looked over his shoulder as he waited for her at the end of the entrance, his paws placed in the territory, a glimmer of impatience quivering through him but he kept it under control as he waited for the she-cat to follow suite. He had to remember that it hadn't been too long since the other warrior woke up.
Her question sent a shock of anger through him and he clenched his jaws shut, closing his eyes momentarily. How could she not know who he was? He was one of the best cats in Riverclan and she didn't even know his name! Cool it Stoatfang, just cool it. Hissing out a quiet, slow exhale, he slowly opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder again, more eager to get into the territory to show off his hunting skills than stand around chatting. "The name is Stoatfang." meowed the tom simply enough with a flick of his tail and began to eagerly pad into the territory. "I mean, I know I look good, but I didn't think I looked so good it could make cats forget my name!" he snorted out.
Blizzardfoot paused for a moment in her tracks, almost hesitating for a few seconds as Stoatfang's message processed within her mind. But then all seemed well and she kept moving forwards. The long-haired molly followed the warrior out of the clearing and into the damp land. The rivers and streams that filled RiverClan territory should be coming up ahead by now. That was what they were known for, anyways.
As she continued her little walk into the foresty land, she began to think to herself. What the tom just said was a bit strange. In fact, everything was strange so far- she almost wanted to laugh at how unusual it was. This brown-and-white warrior was like a game to unlock. She'd have a few pieces here and there, but never truly finish the puzzle. Why, they'd only talked for a few moments, for a few times, over the course of a lifetime. Why would he be so upset about her not knowing his name? As if he'd have such a good memory and remember everyone he meets; there were an awful lot of warriors in this clan! The molly's thoughts were purely innocent; she was only curious on how Stoatfang's mind had acted that way.
But like most things that came to her mind, she lightly shrugged it off like a pesky fly. His last words didn't bother her on an emotional level. "Sorry to hear that; I didn't know it mattered so much to you."
After the words escaped her mouth, she began thinking about it more. It hit her then, that she was a bit more forgetful than she thought she was originally. Her memory definitely wasn't the greatest, and names fell into this category.
...or maybe the last thought was merely influenced by Stoatfang's words. Letting out a soft sigh, the warrior stopped her thoughts and placed her gaze upon her companion.

lone

November 14th, 2016, 11:38 PM

~for @Empress Of Evil (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=35)~

Summerpaw padded into the territory, her sage green hues looking backwards to see if Brackenpaw was following her. Her fluffy calico tail waved back and forth slightly, her expression excited and pleased to have a companion. "I believe I'll go ahead and go for a swim, get this dust off now...how about you?" She remarked, stopping and waiting for her companion as that was the polite thing to do. She appreciated Brackenpaw's company...he was a friendly, pleasant tom who had been the first to not flinch away at her flirting with him. Although she wasn't completely sure that he had understood what had happened, it was still nice...perhaps there would be other cats like that later on, but for now she was glad to be who she was, and without many friends. The she cat grinned at Brackenpaw, hints of mischief glinting in her sage hues, and her grin having the slightest bit of a flirtatious smirk to it, although she mainly just looked happy.

Bump for Empress Of Evil

lyra

November 15th, 2016, 03:09 PM

she smirked and raised her tail smashing it on the water sending water flying onto willowsong

Willowsong let out a burst of laughter and splashed her back. Just doing this made her feel like a kit again, whenever she, Gentlemist, and Rainberry would play together. Speaking to Rainberry, she lifted her nose and sniffed the air. // Rainberry padded over to the two. "Still childish as always," She muttered, although a grin was spreading across her face. Sitting down on the grass, Rainberry curled her tail neatly around her paws while watching her friends play. "What's got you two so happy?" The she-cat asked.

BEAR.

November 16th, 2016, 12:58 AM

Raywood

"That just means you have to devise a new plan," he said. "Shouldn't be onerous." Bucknight glanced at his friend quizzically. "There're many things in this world that are unappealing to the eye. But you're not one of those. You're - exquisite." There were few words that could come close to giving Cakeless justice when it came to compliments. Vocabulary was a disgrace in his presence. "I wonder how much of your attention I could elicit if I had the entire forest in my claws." While he liked to think he was in control of the entirety of RiverClan, there were cats still at hand he needed to crush in both body and soul. If only he could initiate the purge early.

Admittedly, Bucknight didn't quite grasp Cakeless's train of thought. "We don't need anything from her, but it'd be quite nice if our takeover of WindClan was as smooth as a peach, yeah? If we were to, let's say kill her kits before her clan was in our grasp, who's to say she wouldn't retaliate against us? She would not win against our army, but in this scenario the soldiers we wish to keep around; our followers, will be in peak condition. Less casualties and injuries on our part. And assuming she did surrender, we could always publicly execute her and her spawn. WindClan can watch their precious leader die in vain." Cats would die in due time. But in the case of a compromise, Bucknight saw it more beneficial if they played the game and lured them into a false sense of security, then annihilated their hopes and dreams.

He stopped in place, visibly tensing as the taste of the creature hit his tongue. As faint as it was, he could detect it was growing stronger, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. None of the patrols had reported the scent of fox in the territory, and Bucknight took a cautionary step back, protectively inched closer to Cakeless as he watched their surroundings. The rustling of nearby foliage and the snapping of sticks left him ansty; prepared for the worse.

Fawn

November 16th, 2016, 01:38 AM

Lunacross

"Exquisite, huh?" Cakeless repeated, amused but appreciative of the gesture and Bucknight's slightly clumsy means of emotionally expressing himself. He got points for trying at the very least, when half of the time Cakeless didn't bother with romantic sentiments, preferring a blunt route in expressing his affection. Recalling the pet names that'd been tossed in his direction earlier, a faint smile crossed his muzzle as he murmured a dismissive, "Whatever you say, dear." Terms of endearment felt a bit awkward coming from him, but he figured - if anyone - Bucknight was the cat that deserved to hear them.

He shook his head, "Not like that. We kill her precious kits but use them as a bargaining piece regardless. Dapplestar doesn't need to know she's giving over her Clan for a couple of corpses." The goal was to gain WindClan with the smallest amount of follower casualties possible, and having Dapplestar in their grasp, along with her deceased kits, wouldn't be a terrible situation at all. "Or we could wait until Dapplestar is present and captured to kill them in front of her," he meowed thoughtfully but dismissed the idea, as it wouldn't matter one way or the other.

Focus remaining on the intrusive scent, his pace slowed then stopped entirely, and he gave Bucknight a cross between an alarmed and inquisitive expression, as if silently wondering if he smelled it too. Cakeless couldn't recall the warriors reporting a fox within the territory, but he wasn't lured in by a false sense of security when his hackles were instinctively raising in fear. While he hoped it was an older scent, every passing moment seemed to break that prayer, especially as the crackling of paw steps and crunching leaves caught his attention. The creature was nearby and had likely realized their presence, much to the tom's dismay. Tension coursed through his body, and he couldn't help but radiate sheer panic with his heart in his throat, expecting the beast to jump out at them. Suspension gripped him as the noise and scent grew nearer, and it caused his entire frame to quake when the deep growl hit his ears; that one hadn't come from his companion.

In another second, the waiting game was brought to an abrupt and startling halt as the fox took a snarling leap toward them from the bushes, Cakeless moving out of the way with not a moment to spare. He could feel its hot breath on his heels as it snapped at him viciously with razor-sharp teeth. Whirling around, he was prepared to launch an attack but faltered just a hair too long as he was stunned by its monstrous size, and the fox took advantage of his pause -- forceful jaws clasped around his shoulder, drawing blood dangerously close to his neck. Cakeless squirmed violently in an attempt to break loose, clawing and biting for his life.

Brunch

November 16th, 2016, 03:06 PM

Captain

November 16th, 2016, 11:52 PM

Robin-chan
Swallowstorm felt a pain in his heart once he heard his mate speak those words aloud, the silver warrior looked back at ripplewisker as he began to pad away, once the dark furred tom was out of sight the silver tom he looked down at the pups and gave a sad smile "maybe..." he trailed off as he crouched down and licked the top of a pups head and began to purr as the towers two began to cuddle with the tom "I...don't want to leave them." He said to himself as he wrapped his tail protectively around the three pups 'what do i do?' He asked himself as he looked sadly in the direction that his mate walked out,

After what had happened, Ripplewhisker muttered several unauditable things under his breath, rubbing his head with one shaky paw. When Swallowstorm did not join him away from the fox cubs, he turned his head and looked back to where he came from. The dark-furred warrior bit his lip and gave a defeated sigh, standing up and padding back into the fox den. He looked at his mate for a moment before laying down behind him, making sure that their pelts were brushing. He laid his head on his paws and merely glanced at the small cubs that the white and grey tom-cat currently tended to. In a way, the young warrior knew that this was almost the closest way they had kits of their own, to take care of as a family. He didn’t mind as long as his mate didn't get hurt. They could get in major trouble with their clan for this, but Ripplewhisker honestly didn’t care at this point. He didn’t say anything, only curled his fluffy, orange-tipped tail around his mate and laid there beside him, watching the tom he loved care for the foxes.

Snow

November 17th, 2016, 06:00 PM

Snow feather trotted out of camp and spotted dusk paw. "I lied, dusk paw we are actually hunting"

Dusk

November 17th, 2016, 06:02 PM

DuskPaw crept out of the bush and sighed, disappointed. "We always hunt!" She said with a frown, shifting her paws uncomfortably.

Snow

November 17th, 2016, 06:03 PM

This time
It will be different!" She said shaking her head.

Dusk

November 17th, 2016, 06:05 PM

"Fine..." She muttered under her breath, feeling the cold air on her fur, sighing.

Snow

November 17th, 2016, 06:08 PM

Trust me this time... It's like the 100 millionth time!" She said muttering under her breath quietly turning at facing the young cat.

Dusk

November 17th, 2016, 06:11 PM

She quickly caught up with her mentor, the grass under her paws cold. "I guess I am kinda in a hunting mood." She said, hearing the stream ahead of them, then quickly trotting ahead of SnowFeather.

Snow

November 17th, 2016, 06:13 PM

Good she said catching up easily. Ya know.. Your not as bad as I thought she said grinning trying to keep in her laugh

Dusk

November 17th, 2016, 06:17 PM

She froze, her pelt hot with embarrassment. "You thought I wasn't going to be a good apprentice?" She exclaimed, flicking her tail angrily. She turned to face her mentor, and grinned. "Well... I never thought you were a very good mentor..." She mewed, giggling.

Snow

November 17th, 2016, 06:19 PM

She smirked looking at the young cat.

Dusk

November 17th, 2016, 06:24 PM

"I'm going to look for fish!" She mewed happily, giggling all the while, and trotted in the direction of the stream, stopping at the edge, searching for a fish in the shallow waters of the stream. Her tail flicking as she concentrated on her task, claws unsheathed, trying to sturdy herself on the slippery rocks.

Starfall

November 17th, 2016, 07:01 PM

After what had happened, Ripplewhisker muttered several unauditable things under his breath, rubbing his head with one shaky paw. When Swallowstorm did not join him away from the fox cubs, he turned his head and looked back to where he came from. The dark-furred warrior bit his lip and gave a defeated sigh, standing up and padding back into the fox den. He looked at his mate for a moment before laying down behind him, making sure that their pelts were brushing. He laid his head on his paws and merely glanced at the small cubs that the white and grey tom-cat currently tended to. In a way, the young warrior knew that this was almost the closest way they had kits of their own, to take care of as a family. He didn’t mind as long as his mate didn't get hurt. They could get in major trouble with their clan for this, but Ripplewhisker honestly didn’t care at this point. He didn’t say anything, only curled his fluffy, orange-tipped tail around his mate and laid there beside him, watching the tom he loved care for the foxes.
Swallowstorm smiled slightly and looked away from the fox pups to lick his mate on the head "I know....I can't keep them...and I know that if I try,I'll get us in trouble but...they weren't the ones at fault, I felt I kill them or even if I leave them it'll be like killing innocent kits who's father was a murder." He tried to reason, his words dripping with stress and worry, as well as confusion. "...what...do I do?" He asked, hanging his head low,and wrapping his tail around his paws in an attempt to comfort himself.

Snow

November 17th, 2016, 07:45 PM

Be careful she said looking at the wobbly rocks that could easily fall

Dusk

November 17th, 2016, 07:55 PM

DuskPaw got startled by the sudden mew and jumped away from the stream, her heart racing. She turned to face the all-white cat behind her angrily. "I was trying to hunt!" She mewed in a pouty voice, and caught a glimpse a a small fish in the water. She quickly reached for it, barely missing it, and tumbled into the shallow waters. The water was freezing. Her pelt felt hot with embarrassment.

goddess of ducks

November 17th, 2016, 10:01 PM

A soft, cool, leaf-fall draft floated through Cloudyfoot's tabby-grey coat. The senior warrior let out a long soft sigh; he didn't have a moment to rest, or just have some time to himself. Instead of being by himself on the cold leaf-bare day, he was with his friend, Waterstreak. Cloudyfoot felt oddly close to the tom, as though he could tell him anything in the world, and he would keep it furtive. Of course, the tom wasn't going to do as he perceived, even though his mind was tugging hims to spill.
The ground was soft under the warrior's paw, the morning dew making the ground somewhat marshy. As the tom came to a stop, Cloudyfoot scraped the ground carefully with his claws; his barb became dirty with the forest floor cemented to it.
"It's beautiful out..." Cloudyfoot meowed with a slight moan; there was tension filling the air, and the senior warrior hoped he wasn't the only one who noticed. The strain had become quite discernible since Bucknight had become leader, in Cloudyfoot's opinion. Of course, the subject was argumentative, since almost half of his clanmates followed the young leader.
Cloudyfoot never declared his impression aloud, for fear of being left by himself, excluded by his own clanmates. Of course, the tom was over thinking it, though he had a valid reason, he was afraid of being alone, stuck somewhere without anyone. The tom tried to tell himself he was over thinking, though whenever he dreamt that he was alone in a dark, cold forest, he woke up, wanting to scream out of fear.
"How-er- um, has it been going?" Cloudyfoot knew that he never made sense when he spoke, since many cats in the clan had told him. Of course, the tom never let the cats' bullying get to him; his strong mind and heart never let him think otherwise.
As the tabby tom strolled through the territory with his companion, he kept glancing about. The older warrior had been on nerve ever since Bucknight came into power. Waterstreak strongly and firmly opposed the Darkforest believing cat. It wasn't that he didn't believe the Darkforest was real, because he had had his own run in with it, it's just that he opposed it. Everything that the Darkforest stood for seemed wrong to the dark gray tom. Waterstreak released a sigh from the question Cloudyfoot had asked. "It's being going alright I suppose." He said with a slight depressed tone. He knew that Cloudyfoot opposed Bucknight just as strongly as he did. "I mean, what can you expect from being overruled by an evil maniacal cat?" He asked trying to sound light hearted.

vos

November 18th, 2016, 12:15 AM

Octavia

November 18th, 2016, 01:18 AM

Octavia

Mirefern’s ears perk under the breeze. Winter is fast approaching, without a doubt prepared to bring with it snowfall -- it’s always a time of year that makes her forlorn after the death of her mother. The absence of her mate, and the death of her daughter only accentuate the loss that creeps into the hollow of her chest and nestles in there until spring arrives.

A terrible loneliness that she can only wait out.

But with Nightskye’s dark pelt brushing against her own, she recalls that it’s not a winter she has to spend by herself anymore.

“Nightskye...did you want to speak about something?”

Nightskye, who had been keeping a personal vigil of sort, had it been seven moons since he disappeared... Untill bumping literally into the close close close she-cat friend of Otterstar, Mirefern, he had seen her a few times when Otterstar had been training him,they had even talked and discussed how well Otterstar had been training him while being busy, but in the end he hadn't talked to her too much. He had had Foxstrike back then, the one who kept him sane and a good warrior.That all changed (when the fire nation attacked) when this... new leader showed up, it wasn't his home anymore but he couldn't find a reason to leave. Pacing back to now, a moon after he had bumped into Mirefern which broke his seven moon silence, he felt a little more like a clan cat; a clan cat that had been mentally rambling to himself the past whole moon instead of talking to his mentor's close close friend, they were almost close enough to be mates... .
"I uh was just happy to have someone... I feel alright being around, you don't mind that I... hardly talk." he murmured looking down a little bashfully. It was hard to be strong like Foxstrike.

Snow

November 18th, 2016, 06:02 AM

Oh no! She got her out and told her to be careful

Dusk

November 18th, 2016, 06:09 AM

DuskPaw stood up, her pelt wet and sticky. Suddenly a breeze came through, making her shiver. She shook out her wet pelt, splattering water all over her mentor. She trotted away from SnowFeather, embarrassed. She turned her head around to face the cat before her, pelt freezing. "Don't look at me like that!" And with that she leaped back towards camp, leaving her mentor behind.

Brunch

November 18th, 2016, 02:39 PM

As the tabby tom strolled through the territory with his companion, he kept glancing about. The older warrior had been on nerve ever since Bucknight came into power. Waterstreak strongly and firmly opposed the Darkforest believing cat. It wasn't that he didn't believe the Darkforest was real, because he had had his own run in with it, it's just that he opposed it. Everything that the Darkforest stood for seemed wrong to the dark gray tom. Waterstreak released a sigh from the question Cloudyfoot had asked. "It's being going alright I suppose." He said with a slight depressed tone. He knew that Cloudyfoot opposed Bucknight just as strongly as he did. "I mean, what can you expect from being overruled by an evil maniacal cat?" He asked trying to sound light hearted.
"I really don't know..." the tabby tom mewed with a sigh; though Waterstreak was trying to make an antic, Cloudyfoot felt as though everything was shattering before him. Though the tom wasn't entirely in the mood for quips and horseplay, Cloudyfoot was glad to be accompanied by the tom, since cats didn't stick around with him too much. "It's just hard to believe that we presumed that Bucknight was telling the - um- truth when Otterstar died..." Though the senior warrior didn't know the former leader too well, he had always followed her; even when she died, he still followed the image of her, just and thoughtful. "I wish that we -erm- knew what was happening before this..." The tom trailed off, gazing up to the sky, his amber eyes glinting with doubt. "StarClan please help us..." He muttered to himself, making sure that it was inaudible to Waterstreak's ears. Though Cloudyfoot's mother had died when he was mere kit, he never stopped following what she had told him.
StarClan is the best thing that will ever happen to you, Cloudykit... Cloudyfoot could barely remember her voice; soft and quiet, sweet and motherly, but it was faint and sounded distant, as though she were abandoning him.

The Cannibal

November 18th, 2016, 02:52 PM

Blizzardfoot paused for a moment in her tracks, almost hesitating for a few seconds as Stoatfang's message processed within her mind. But then all seemed well and she kept moving forwards. The long-haired molly followed the warrior out of the clearing and into the damp land. The rivers and streams that filled RiverClan territory should be coming up ahead by now. That was what they were known for, anyways.
As she continued her little walk into the foresty land, she began to think to herself. What the tom just said was a bit strange. In fact, everything was strange so far- she almost wanted to laugh at how unusual it was. This brown-and-white warrior was like a game to unlock. She'd have a few pieces here and there, but never truly finish the puzzle. Why, they'd only talked for a few moments, for a few times, over the course of a lifetime. Why would he be so upset about her not knowing his name? As if he'd have such a good memory and remember everyone he meets; there were an awful lot of warriors in this clan! The molly's thoughts were purely innocent; she was only curious on how Stoatfang's mind had acted that way.
But like most things that came to her mind, she lightly shrugged it off like a pesky fly. His last words didn't bother her on an emotional level. "Sorry to hear that; I didn't know it mattered so much to you."
After the words escaped her mouth, she began thinking about it more. It hit her then, that she was a bit more forgetful than she thought she was originally. Her memory definitely wasn't the greatest, and names fell into this category.
...or maybe the last thought was merely influenced by Stoatfang's words. Letting out a soft sigh, the warrior stopped her thoughts and placed her gaze upon her companion.
Stoatfang kept a somewhat brisk pace as the two of them padded into the territory that they lived in, his tail level and the tip flicking slowly back and forth, the sunlight dappling through the canopy of the tree's overhead, playing unique shadows across the ground and across the two cats, the leaves dancing and in turn causing the shadows and sunlight to dance as well.
Despite the day being relatively normal, the interaction between the two Riverclan warriors was most certainly not even close to that, but then again, that's just about how every interaction went when it involved Stoatfang. From the way he acted, to how his moods seemed to switch and click like different buttons are being clicked or like several other cats are trapped inside of the brown and white tabby, it truly was a peculiar case with him.
At Blizzardfoot's response, Stoatfang merely grunted and flashed a small glare at her before quickly looking back ahead, pausing to stretch, again attempting to show off his muscles that rippled beneath his pelt, yawning and showing off those pointed teeth of his.
"You wanna try your luck at land prey, or do you want to catch some good ole fish?" Questioned the tom, looking over with the slightest of smirks, a look that was strange in it's own. He had nothing to smirk about and yet it was there anyways.

The Cannibal

November 18th, 2016, 02:59 PM

Kneading restlessly at the ground and paying little attention to Seapaw, he couldn't stop flexing his claws into the ground, tensing and relaxing his muscles as if testing them, stretching them out individually, making himself limber because he would have to be quick with the big beast, it may be slow, but should that creature manage to land a hit on him, he would be in serious danger and he most certainly did not feel like taking a visit to Geckoleaf today. Only when the two ventured back down near the badger and he had questioned if Seapaw was ready, did he notice the smell of blood in the air, that metallic scent he knew all too well. It was coming from Seapaw and his excitement vanished for a moment as he looked over his friend with quiet worry before noticing it was coming from her paw, she likely pricked it when weaving that thorn mat, no thanks to him. Frowning, he was about to ask if she was okay before she was scampering off to get into a better position to place the thorns for when he started his distraction. Watching her go, he shuffled a paw and couldn't help but feel guilty for her minor injury, if he had helped more with the weaving, she likely wouldn't have gotten hurt.

The ginger and white apprentice forced himself to shake his head and clear his thoughts, he would apologize to her later and see if she was okay, but for now, he needed to have a clear mind because he was about to go up against a badger. Excitement flooded back into him but he kept it under control, for the most part. He needed to be clear headed when he was doing this because one small mistake could make for a huge injury for him.

Eyes focused on his ginger best friend, he waited for her signal, a flick of a tail, and he was off. It was almost surreal as he went bounding out of the brush towards the large, black and white beast, yowling at the top of his lungs, time seeming to slow. He could hear his heartbeat, the sound of his paws individually thundering against the ground, the sound of leaves and ferns being flattened beneath him, the badgers head slowly turning. And then he slammed into it's side, tearing at it with his claws before dipping down, things speeding up now as the large mammal thundered out a roar, swiping and stumbling sideways and Hickorypaw ducking beneath it's underside and popping out on the other side, clawing at it's flank, tearing off some clumps of fur before darting away, feeling the gust of air as the beast swiped again with it's large paw, the long claws glinting at the sun as they nearly grazed him, but then he was zipping around, attacking another side, always dodging just in the nick of time, a wild grin on his muzzle, the apprentice racing this way and that, dancing beneath its paws, barely avoiding it's teeth, having a blast.
Small bump for Beau!

~Vixen~

November 18th, 2016, 03:41 PM

Willowsong let out a burst of laughter and splashed her back. Just doing this made her feel like a kit again, whenever she, Gentlemist, and Rainberry would play together. Speaking to Rainberry, she lifted her nose and sniffed the air. // Rainberry padded over to the two. "Still childish as always," She muttered, although a grin was spreading across her face. Sitting down on the grass, Rainberry curled her tail neatly around her paws while watching her friends play. "What's got you two so happy?" The she-cat asked.

Hi Rainberry! " she mewed joyfully " Why have you ever known me to not be childish? ' she mewed laughing " why dont you come join us "

lyra

November 18th, 2016, 04:31 PM

Hi Rainberry! " she mewed joyfully " Why have you ever known me to not be childish? ' she mewed laughing " why dont you come join us "

"No thanks. I rather stay dry," Rainsong replied, looking at the small silver fish dart around.// Willowsong rolled her eyes and splashed Rainberry, who leaped back with a yelp.

vos

November 18th, 2016, 04:41 PM

Nightskye, who had been keeping a personal vigil of sort, had it been seven moons since he disappeared... Untill bumping literally into the close close close she-cat friend of Otterstar, Mirefern, he had seen her a few times when Otterstar had been training him,they had even talked and discussed how well Otterstar had been training him while being busy, but in the end he hadn't talked to her too much. He had had Foxstrike back then, the one who kept him sane and a good warrior.That all changed (when the fire nation attacked) when this... new leader showed up, it wasn't his home anymore but he couldn't find a reason to leave. Pacing back to now, a moon after he had bumped into Mirefern which broke his seven moon silence, he felt a little more like a clan cat; a clan cat that had been mentally rambling to himself the past whole moon instead of talking to his mentor's close close friend, they were almost close enough to be mates... .
"I uh was just happy to have someone... I feel alright being around, you don't mind that I... hardly talk." he murmured looking down a little bashfully. It was hard to be strong like Foxstrike.

Mirefern hadn't once talked to Foxstrike. If she had, she's struggling to recall when.

The older cat doesn't stare back at Nightskye when he stutters, and doesn't force him to respond to something he doesn't wish to. Much like herself as an apprentice and young warrior, she knows how hard it is to speak when paranoia robs the ability to do so. He does manage to utter something, and she breezes a quick glance at him, only a step more confident than he seems to be.

"Ah...is that so? I see. It's no problem, really, Nightskye. I never talked much myself -- not before meeting Ottertail." Her maw curls into a gentle frown, ears laying back against her skull. "Otterstar, I mean."

Octavia

November 18th, 2016, 06:03 PM

Mirefern hadn't once talked to Foxstrike. If she had, she's struggling to recall when.

The older cat doesn't stare back at Nightskye when he stutters, and doesn't force him to respond to something he doesn't wish to. Much like herself as an apprentice and young warrior, she knows how hard it is to speak when paranoia robs the ability to do so. He does manage to utter something, and she breezes a quick glance at him, only a step more confident than he seems to be.

"Ah...is that so? I see. It's no problem, really, Nightskye. I never talked much myself -- not before meeting Ottertail." Her maw curls into a gentle frown, ears laying back against her skull. "Otterstar, I mean."

Glancing up finally to look at the she-cat, Nightskye flicked his tail, his expression losing a bit of its somberness, "Then we have something else in common I suppose?" glancing away a few seconds later he couldn't help but stand up to stretch, find some way to expel the nervous energy. "And... I don't think she'd have minded the slip up, I've had that happen a few times to me."

Snow

November 18th, 2016, 06:23 PM

Heh she quietly laughed

BEAR.

November 18th, 2016, 06:25 PM

Raywood

"More than exquisite," Bucknight murmured. "I don't think there's a word to describe how handsome and wonderful you are, sweetheart." If there wasn't a word that could fit Cakeless, Bucknight figured he would ease that emptiness with what terms of endearment he could. Cakeless certainly didn't seem to mind with his response, and Bucknight didn't miss the feeling of warmth that bubbled in his chest.

Affections aside, Bucknight preferred the prospect of killing her kits in front of her. To him, being able to visually see a loved one die hurt more than learning of their fate. It left one with the sense of being powerless to do anything; the crippling fear their inability to act would result in the deaths of those that remained.

Dapplestar had witnessed several atrocities throughout her life, but given what he knew of her reaction when Rowanhawk died to the badger, two of her kits being executed would devastate the black leader.

The rustling of the bushes and the snarl that ripped through the air only confirmed Bucknight's fears, and he was taken by surprise by the beast sheer's size when it exploded from the brush. Unable to act in time, he could see the teeth of the fox sink into Cakeless's shoulder. How close it was to his neck, how his friend was struggling to break from the grip; fighting for his life.

Needless to say, Bucknight panicked.

His previous experience with foxes had been just prior to his ascension to leadership; on the fateful patrol with those two warriors and Otterstar. In that case, he had been permitted to sit back - let the fox do his dirty work for him as it mauled the former RiverClan leader. It was only when she stopped coming back they acted to drive it off. But this was different; he wasn't backed up by cronies or able to leave the fox to it's devices; he needed to protect Cakeless.

Darting forward from where he stood, Bucknight sprang onto the beast's back, using his claws for leverage as his teeth sank into the scruff of the fox. If he could take the attention off of Cakeless, have the fox target him instead -- Cakeless could use the chance to get to safety.

After all, his friend didn't have lives to lose.

Dusk

November 18th, 2016, 06:28 PM

DuskPaw reached camp, flicking her tail in annoyance. "Can't I ever have a real conversation with her?" She thought to herself, waiting for SnowFeather to return. She sat down, and looked up at the clouds above, bored and annoyed. She searched around camp for anything interesting. Finding nothing, she sighed, and shifted her paws.

Snow

November 18th, 2016, 06:30 PM

snowfeather ran over. really.

Dusk

November 18th, 2016, 06:35 PM

snowfeather ran over. really.

DuskPaw was so out of it she was shocked when SnowFeather sneaked behind her. She turned quickly to look in her direction, using her natural instincts, and lunged at her, claws still sheathed.

Snow

November 18th, 2016, 06:37 PM

Ow she cried she looked at the blood over her face

Dusk

November 18th, 2016, 06:42 PM

DuskPaw realized who SnowFeather was and was shocked. "S-sorry!" She yelped, climbing off of her quickly. She saw the blood, and looked at her paws. There was no blood on them. "Where did the blood come from?" she asked her, confused, and licked her paw. "Did you get cut by a branch or something?" She mewed as she looked at her mentor.

Snow

November 18th, 2016, 06:43 PM

ugh its fine.... she looked at her and walked away

Dusk

November 18th, 2016, 06:48 PM

DuskPaw raced up to SnowFeather, her small paws crushing leaves underfoot. "Are you mad at me?" She mewed, still confused. "Did you get attacked, or are you mad about me leaving you behind?" Her pelt brushed against her mentors, and she looked into her eyes. "Whatever I did, don't be mad at me please?" She mewed, trying not to get on bad terms with her.

Snow

November 18th, 2016, 06:54 PM

im sorry i uh need to go....

Fawn

November 18th, 2016, 08:15 PM

Lunacross

With the unyielding jaws clasped him, Cakeless continued to frantically do what he could to escape, hissing and yowling at the creature as he struggled for his life. His breath caught in his lungs as the black, dead gaze of the fox bore into his very soul.

Seconds seemed to pass like hours for Cakeless before Bucknight moved from his position and attacked the beast by leaping onto its back and springing his teeth into its scruff, which was just enough of a distraction to cause it to whimper and drop the tom. Focus on Cakeless lost, the fox whirled around to snap at the new annoyance, Bucknight, wildly attempting to remove him from its back. Meanwhile, Cakeless laid stunned for a couple moments as he tried to refill his system with much-needed oxygen, heart still beating rapidly. Fear and adrenaline were pulsing through the young warrior, and he knew he had to return to the battle preferably prior to the fox getting a grip on Bucknight.

Not wasting time and unwilling to allow the leader to fight on his own, Cakeless dragged himself to his feet and started to dart between the legs of the creature, trying to land bites where he could to put it off balance. While he didn't expect they'd be able to kill it, driving the fox away from RiverClan's territory was a must to ensure the safety of their clanmates.

BEAR.

November 18th, 2016, 09:26 PM

Raywood

With the attention of the ferocious canine on him, Bucknight felt his grip on the fox loosen as it thrashed beneath him. Digging his claws in further, Bucknight held on - shaking his head to increase the damage of his teeth in the fox's scruff and infuriate it further while Cakeless was stunned on the ground.

The fox continued to struggle beneath him, and in one of its attempts to snap at him, caught Bucknight's cheek. He recoiled sharply, losing his grip and falling off the fox. It turned on him, taking this sudden opportunity to close its jaws around Bucknight's side and tear into the young leader.

Legs suddenly under assault, the fox released its hold on Bucknight with a yelp, moving to dodge the bites only to succeed in tripping over its own paws. Tumbling to the ground and briefly stunned, the fox shook its head and bared its crimsoned teeth at Cakeless. It slowly returned to its paws and darted off into the bushes, leaving behind droplets of blood.

Bucknight laid where he had fallen, his side oozing red from the gaping wound as he struggled to breathe. His vision was spotted, the sensation of being light headed threatening to send him into unconsciousness.

goddess of ducks

November 18th, 2016, 09:57 PM

"I really don't know..." the tabby tom mewed with a sigh; though Waterstreak was trying to make an antic, Cloudyfoot felt as though everything was shattering before him. Though the tom wasn't entirely in the mood for quips and horseplay, Cloudyfoot was glad to be accompanied by the tom, since cats didn't stick around with him too much. "It's just hard to believe that we presumed that Bucknight was telling the - um- truth when Otterstar died..." Though the senior warrior didn't know the former leader too well, he had always followed her; even when she died, he still followed the image of her, just and thoughtful. "I wish that we -erm- knew what was happening before this..." The tom trailed off, gazing up to the sky, his amber eyes glinting with doubt. "StarClan please help us..." He muttered to himself, making sure that it was inaudible to Waterstreak's ears. Though Cloudyfoot's mother had died when he was mere kit, he never stopped following what she had told him.
StarClan is the best thing that will ever happen to you, Cloudykit... Cloudyfoot could barely remember her voice; soft and quiet, sweet and motherly, but it was faint and sounded distant, as though she were abandoning him.
Waterstreak padded along his companion insolence for a moment. His deep blue eyes seemed dull recently as if his slight depression had spread to his eyes. He released a sigh and attempted to comfort his friend in the best way that he could. "I'm honestly not sure why Starclan didn't warn us about this...this threat." He said searching for words that could best explain his thoughts that continuously swirled around. "Although despite our dilemma, I still trust our ancestors to get us through this. They have before and they will do it again." He mewed turning to gaze at Cloudyfoot trying to offer him some support.

Fawn

November 19th, 2016, 02:10 AM

Lunacross

Cakeless didn't have time to look at Bucknight and ensure he was doing okay when it was a struggle to maintain focused enough to continue dodging the thing's heavy paws, while still landing a few blows to keep the battle in their favor.

Scrambling away from the beast as it appeared to trip and stumble, he backed off quickly to stare it down in hopes it would leave, but the crimson-stained jaws sent a flurry of fear into his heart. Cakeless could feel a wave of nausea wash over him, and the second the fox made its intentions to flee clear, he peered desperately to Bucknight. "Buckthorn!" he cried brokenly out at the sight of him, in his panic forgetting that his suffix had changed to a leaderly one.

Every inch of the young feline's body trembled as he approached, feeling as if he was in a dream. Eyes wide and glassy and filled with grief, Cakeless found that words had been stolen from him, and he collapsed into the other tom with a mournful sob. The idea of having multiple lives escaped him, too caught up in the puddle of blood that Bucknight laid in, visibly dying. "I-it's alright," he tried to promise, voice strained, "we'll get Geckoleaf h-here and.. and.." he pleaded, nudging Bucknight's form, "and everything will be fine--just please."

Bucknight was too motionless. Too cold. Too mangled and bloody. His mind seemed to race yet the world was oddly still simultaneously, and a shudder of guilt and anguish wracked him. "Bucknight," the meow was begging, hardly more than a shaky whisper, "don't die."

BEAR.

November 19th, 2016, 04:24 AM

Raywood

Bucknight's attempts of retaining his consciousness were futile. There was nothing to stanch his bleeding, and he could feel his strength ebbing away from the blood-loss. The darkness that threatened his vision were beginning to envelope him.

Was Cakeless okay? What happened with the fox?

Distantly, he could hear a voice - was that Cakeless? calling his name. Speaking to him. The words were unintelligible, distressed, and Bucknight longed to pull their owner close and assuage them. He didn't want someone grieving over him.

A shuddering sigh left his body, 'Cakeless' on his lips but unspoken as his body stilled.

I'm sorry.

Fawn

November 19th, 2016, 04:43 AM

Lunacross

Cakeless' thoughts couldn't be farther from the fox or the injuries he'd sustained in the fight, which were minimal at least in comparison to Bucknight's. He didn't feel the pain of the bruising on his shoulder, nor did he recognize the sting of the deep cut to go along with it, because none of that mattered. It never would again.

He wanted to continue, spew promises of how--if he would just get up--they could return to camp and see the medicine cat who would fix his wounds, or express the importance of hanging on a touch longer.. but the sounds wouldn't come. Nothing but a mournful whimper and sobs escaped him as he buried his muzzle into Bucknight's fur.

With a sinking, heavy heart, he knew Bucknight's body was growing more lifeless with each passing second but couldn't bring himself to move away, or truly admit to himself that he was gone when the shock and numbness hadn't worn off yet.

Instead, Cakeless collapsed beside his dear friend in a fit of grief and had no intentions of leaving even if the stars came crashing down around him.

BEAR.

November 19th, 2016, 05:07 AM

Raywood

In a matter of minutes, Bucknight's body had begun the process of regeneration.

The damaged flesh healed, at first scabbing to seal the flow of blood, and soon becoming little more than a pink scar on his side. His fur did not follow suit; leaving behind a missing patch where it was torn.

Blood still coated his form, masking the immediate signs of his revival until Bucknight stirred. Disturbing the pool of crimson he laid in, the weakened tabby's eyes opened, an unfocused blue gaze coming to rest on Cakeless's motionless form.

It felt strange to initiate a conversation upon waking up from losing a life, but seeing his friend distraught hurt more than getting his side shredded.

"Well," he began, "aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

~Vixen~

November 19th, 2016, 08:51 AM

"No thanks. I rather stay dry," Rainsong replied, looking at the small silver fish dart around.// Willowsong rolled her eyes and splashed Rainberry, who leaped back with a yelp.

the shecat smiled grabbing the silverfish and tossing it to her

lyra

November 19th, 2016, 09:02 AM

Rainberry tossed the small fish back into the water and stood up. "I'm going back to camp," She told the two. Turning around, she started padding back to the Riverclan camp.// Willowsong watched as Rainberry left. "We should go scare her," She said.

toriel

November 19th, 2016, 10:55 AM

Foxtail swiftly ran through the leaves on the ground to the water. She loved the sound of leaves crinkling beneath her paws. When foxtail reached ther river she hopped onto a stone and began catching fish. She caught 3 then headed back to camp. She loved living in riverclan!

Gusty

November 19th, 2016, 11:35 AM

Stoatfang kept a somewhat brisk pace as the two of them padded into the territory that they lived in, his tail level and the tip flicking slowly back and forth, the sunlight dappling through the canopy of the tree's overhead, playing unique shadows across the ground and across the two cats, the leaves dancing and in turn causing the shadows and sunlight to dance as well.
Despite the day being relatively normal, the interaction between the two Riverclan warriors was most certainly not even close to that, but then again, that's just about how every interaction went when it involved Stoatfang. From the way he acted, to how his moods seemed to switch and click like different buttons are being clicked or like several other cats are trapped inside of the brown and white tabby, it truly was a peculiar case with him.
At Blizzardfoot's response, Stoatfang merely grunted and flashed a small glare at her before quickly looking back ahead, pausing to stretch, again attempting to show off his muscles that rippled beneath his pelt, yawning and showing off those pointed teeth of his.
"You wanna try your luck at land prey, or do you want to catch some good ole fish?" Questioned the tom, looking over with the slightest of smirks, a look that was strange in it's own. He had nothing to smirk about and yet it was there anyways.
Blizzardfoot looked away from the tom, catching his small smirk, but not exactly knowing why he did so. It didn't matter much at the moment, so she let it go. Don't think too much about it, she thought. Just concentrate on the current situation.
"Erm..." The problem to his question was that, she didn't exactly have a preference to land or water prey. In fact, she often hunted both to the point that none was easier over the other. But she knew that saying 'I don't care' could often spark a misunderstanding upon the other cat. They'd believe that she didn't care about hunting, when it was not true. So she stopped herself before doing so.
She was then going to ask Stoatfang what he thought about the situation, which type of hunting he enjoyed more, but then stopped herself again. The tom was asking her, so he probably didn't have a preference either. There was no need to ask, right?
Finally collecting the right response, the she-cat smiled and said, "How about fishing?" She smiled as she began thinking about her favorite piece of prey, minnows. Although that type of fish was rather petite, it came in plentiful numbers. There was often a huge swarm of them by the riverbank, perfect for swooping them all up in groups of three or four. And to make matters better, there was also the hope of water-voles that often scurried nearby the felines. "There's bound to be prey in the river. It isn't leaf-bare yet." The molly said, bobbing her head.

Captain

November 19th, 2016, 07:15 PM

Swallowstorm smiled slightly and looked away from the fox pups to lick his mate on the head "I know....I can't keep them...and I know that if I try,I'll get us in trouble but...they weren't the ones at fault, I felt I kill them or even if I leave them it'll be like killing innocent kits who's father was a murder." He tried to reason, his words dripping with stress and worry, as well as confusion. "...what...do I do?" He asked, hanging his head low,and wrapping his tail around his paws in an attempt to comfort himself.

“It’s going to be alright.” Ripplewhisker murmured, nudging the white and grey tom-cat, “Usually, foxes have both a mother and father when they are still young.” He got up from beside him and went over to the carcass, sniffing and looking it over. “It’s a male, which means that their mother is still around - most likely out hunting. They still have a chance of living.” The dark-furred warrior looked out of the den. “Speaking of which, we need to get out of here before the other parent returns. We must go before you or they get too attached to each other.” He wasn’t trying to sound harsh, but he needed to speak honestly and with common sense. He went over and licked Swallowstorm’s nose. “Say your goodbyes and let’s go back to the clan hunting grounds.”

Fawn

November 19th, 2016, 10:01 PM

Lunacross

Cakeless didn't move from where he laid, replicating Bucknight's motionless frame and wishing he could be taken by the same peace of death when living without Bucknight would be impossible, not to mention meaningless. With that in mind, he squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed more insistently into Bucknight while internally pleading, please be okay. I can't do this without you. I don't want to do this without you.

Although it'd felt like Bucknight stirred beneath him, Cakeless passed it off as his imagination playing tricks on him before he heard the familiar rumble of his meow. Stunned, he pulled back slightly to stare, gaze blank until he recalled the leaderly power of possessing multiple lives.

Something between a choked laugh and sob escaped him, so relieved to find he was alright. Cakeless' heart was still hammering in his chest but a purr accompanied it; he affectionately nuzzled Bucknight, pushing aside the implications of the motion in favor of fulfilling the intense desire to simply be close.

BEAR.

November 20th, 2016, 01:18 AM

Raywood

This was the first time Bucknight had lost a life, and preferably the last, although for Cakeless he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice himself. His body was sore, the near-crippling phantom pain in his side reminiscent of the injury he received from the fox.

His voice seemed to have elicited a startled reaction from Cakeless, given his blank expression and slight recoil. Did he forget about the extra lives? The thought of dying once - and that being it - was admittedly terrifying, and Bucknight offered Cakeless a smile. They were going to be okay. This isn't the end.

The sudden act of affection was alien to Bucknight, but he returned the motion and supplied a lick to Cakeless's cheek. "I hope you don't mind sweetheart," he murmured, the loss of blood leaving him feeling sluggish, "but I would appreciate not remaining in a pool of blood. Can we- move a bit?" They both looked worse for wear, but cuddling in congealing blood wasn't how Bucknight wanted to spend their evening. "Just .. might not be the best idea to stay 'ere if that fox comes back."

Fawn

November 20th, 2016, 01:52 AM

Lunacross

It wasn't like them to be affectionate toward one another especially when they were just friends, and a former mentor and apprentice, but something felt right about the motion. He'd been aware of his feelings for a while but simply hadn't been handed a reason to act on them, and admittedly, romantic tendencies were pushed from thoughts frequently. At least until this evening, when Bucknight's loss of a life brought the sense of dependency to his attention.

To have the gesture returned sent a flurry of butterflies into the core of his being, surprised by the reciprocation but deeply appreciative of it.

Cakeless shook his head to signal he didn't mind at all, not seeing the logic in lingering and waiting for the fox to finish them off when they should be heading to camp. "Yeah," he meowed, "let's go back." Raising to his paws, it was only now that it dawned on him in the form of a burst of pain in his shoulder: he'd been injured in the battle. "Well, that's great," he muttered sarcastically, giving the gash a couple licks to clear away some of the dried blood. "Mousebrained fox."

He didn't let that hinder their progress, deciding his wound could wait until they'd reached the leader's den to be properly cleaned--he refused to visit the medicine cat's den and see Geckoleaf when it wasn't immediately life-threatening.

BEAR.

November 20th, 2016, 07:52 AM

Raywood

With Cakeless detached from his side, Bucknight stiffly pushed himself to his feet with the slightest of grimaces. Weakened by the bloodloss, his legs were wobbly, and he could hardly take a step forward without risking collapse.

"Are you alright?" he asked, glancing over at Cakeless to see dried blood and and his injury. It didn't seem serious enough to warrant a trip to Geckoleaf's den, but Bucknight leaned over and gave the wound a few gentle licks. "When we get back to my den, if it's bleeding, we can see about covering it with a cobweb or two."

First things first; they needed to get back to camp.

Brunch

November 20th, 2016, 11:15 AM

Waterstreak padded along his companion insolence for a moment. His deep blue eyes seemed dull recently as if his slight depression had spread to his eyes. He released a sigh and attempted to comfort his friend in the best way that he could. "I'm honestly not sure why Starclan didn't warn us about this...this threat." He said searching for words that could best explain his thoughts that continuously swirled around. "Although despite our dilemma, I still trust our ancestors to get us through this. They have before and they will do it again." He mewed turning to gaze at Cloudyfoot trying to offer him some support.
"I-I believe that as well, Waterstreak, but, will we ever be safe?" Ambiguity filled Cloudyfoot's eyes as they fell the the forest floor. The warrior sighed softly, before raising his elegant head towards the sky once more. Ash and dust permeated the air; though the smog wasn't too thick, Cloudyfoot could still smell the heat of the blaze that wasn't too far off. "F-fire!" Cloudyfoot rambled with a slight yowl; though the fear wasn't too strong, it still coursed through Cloudyfoot's veins, and made his pelt prickle on end. "I-it isn't too f-far off, w-we should go c-check the borders." Though some may admonish Cloudyfoot's abhorrence for his stutter, it was a small speach impediment that tainted his voice. "O-or should w-we go back to th camp and warn a few cats?" Cloudyfoot's voice was a mere whisper to Watererstreak, his amber eyes filled with alarm for the neighboring clans, and of course, his own clan.

Fawn

November 20th, 2016, 06:21 PM

Lunacross

"You're asking me if I'm okay?" Cakeless snapped, giving a pointed stare at where the gash had been on Bucknight's side, though the semi-healed skin was shielded with dried blood and matted fur. Deciding he still owed Bucknight a reply, however displaced the question was, he meowed defeatedly, "Yes, I'm alright." He hadn't been the one to lose a life a few moments ago.

Wincing as the wound was licked, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Bucknight backed away to his relief. The cut, bruised by the power of the fox's jaws, continued to sting. Cakeless shot a weary glance in the direction that the creature disappeared to, then began shuffling toward camp while keeping a careful watch over his companion for any sign of pain of exhaustion. Having Bucknight collapse again wasn't on his agenda.

goddess of ducks

November 20th, 2016, 11:49 PM

"I-I believe that as well, Waterstreak, but, will we ever be safe?" Ambiguity filled Cloudyfoot's eyes as they fell the the forest floor. The warrior sighed softly, before raising his elegant head towards the sky once more. Ash and dust permeated the air; though the smog wasn't too thick, Cloudyfoot could still smell the heat of the blaze that wasn't too far off. "F-fire!" Cloudyfoot rambled with a slight yowl; though the fear wasn't too strong, it still coursed through Cloudyfoot's veins, and made his pelt prickle on end. "I-it isn't too f-far off, w-we should go c-check the borders." Though some may admonish Cloudyfoot's abhorrence for his stutter, it was a small speach impediment that tainted his voice. "O-or should w-we go back to th camp and warn a few cats?" Cloudyfoot's voice was a mere whisper to Watererstreak, his amber eyes filled with alarm for the neighboring clans, and of course, his own clan.
Waterstreak shook his head in doubt. "I'm not sure." He sighed. As long as Bucknight was around, the two were not safe as long as they continued to remain strong in a Starclan. Then following the gray toms gaze to the sky, his own eyes widened with shock. "I believe it should be far away from us that Riverclan will be safe." He said trying his best to think logically. "The river should keep it over there...oh Starclan, that's Thunderclan territory, the perfect place for fires. Their entire territory will be gone!" He said already picking up his pace and heading for the border. "C'mon, let's see if we can help!" He called back over his shoulder to Cloudyfoot as he took off at a gallop to the border.

vos

November 21st, 2016, 06:33 AM

Glancing up finally to look at the she-cat, Nightskye flicked his tail, his expression losing a bit of its somberness, "Then we have something else in common I suppose?" glancing away a few seconds later he couldn't help but stand up to stretch, find some way to expel the nervous energy. "And... I don't think she'd have minded the slip up, I've had that happen a few times to me."
“She wouldn’t have,” Mirefern confirms, turning her face away to watch the brook water skim over silvery stones. She’d been here with Ottertail before, too; her heart thrums at the thought, a painful little squeeze that cuts her short of breath. She soon meets him again, nodding in response to his earlier comment.

“Yes, I suppose we do. You haven’t been speaking to your clanmates much, have you?”

Octavia

November 21st, 2016, 08:43 AM

Skyleap

November 22nd, 2016, 10:29 AM

Cora has no idea where she is. There is a river, she can hear it loud and clear. She can feel a stinging cut on the right side of her flank, the opposite side from how she's lying on the ground.
What...happened...? she thinks. Where am I? There isn't a river anywhere near the Tall Stone...I wonder if there are other cats nearby...
Cora closes her eyes and loses consciousness.

lone

November 22nd, 2016, 03:07 PM

~for Lost Illusion~

Lunarpaw padded into the territory alongside Minnoweye, the apprentice tense and nervous. His tail swished nervously, keeping brushing up against his mentor's legs which only made him more jumpy. Okay Lunarpaw...don't mess this up...you got this...He thought to himself, taking a deep breath. The scents of the territory seemed to calm the young tom, and he stopped appearing so nervous. He had a small smile on his maw now, and he had stopped brushing his tail up against Minnoweye quite so much. He glanced over at the blind cat, looking at him with a bright expression. "Okay...I'm- eady..." He mewed, with a little halt in his words, as though he couldn't speak. Why am I so nervous? I've been looking forwards to this, and Minnoweye's really nice, so...Lunarpaw thought more confidently. He kept his small frame tense, ready for almost anything- at least, he thought he could be.

BluBunnie

November 22nd, 2016, 04:12 PM

The Cannibal

November 22nd, 2016, 04:56 PM

{ This is open for anyone to reply to! And I do encourage someone to reply! c: }

Sure he was of the Dusk Syndicate, but did Renn really expect them to sit idly back in their own territory when there were much more interesting things going on in the actual clans? If he did, then he was sorely mistaken. Some cats would be too scared to leave the Syndicate, scared of punishment, but that's one thing that didn't have, fear. Hannibal did as he pleased really because he did not fear authority, he didn't fear death, he didn't fear anything, and that went along with any other emotions, he just didn't feel them, a sociopath is what the term is, but very few cats, if any at all, knew about that condition. They just found the tom eerie, creepy, ominous, and well, they would have good reason.
Cats of the Syndicate knew what he did but they didn't dare confront him about it. In fact, no one really even dared to talk to him, finding him much too foreboding and dangerous to want to come within a fox length of him.
But the clan cats, they knew nothing of this dangerous tom. They didn't know about him at all, in fact, they wouldn't even be expecting him considering he was a cat of the Syndicate and the clans wouldn't be expecting any sort of activity from the Syndicate at all.
And yet here he was.

As casually as if taking a stroll through his own territory, the silent tom padded through Riverclan's territory, though he was heading, not towards the camp, but instead towards the acrid smell of smoke, curious as to where the fire was burning, how big it was, so he was heading towards Riverclan's border with Thunderclan. He was always interested in knowing things, storing things away in his mind palace, documenting everything he ever saw or heard away so that he could retrieve it when it could come of use.
Hannibal was hardly scared of any sort of confrontation with Riverclan warriors, or clan warriors in general, they were nothing to him, but he wasn't an idiot nor was he cocky. He wouldn't waltz out into the open and announce his presence nor would he make his presence overly known, though should he happen upon a warrior that confronted him, he would dispatch them immediately without question or talking. He didn't have time to have a whole clan after him, he just wanted information about what was going on in the clans. Nothing more. Perhaps a meal, it had been a while since he's had a taste of-

That's a big fire, it must be raging through all of Thunderclan's territory. Interesting. Already he could see the faint orange glow as he neared the border, he could hear the crackling of flames and the deafening sound of a charred tree collapsing. With a fire that big, it's likely spreading to Windclan as well, very, very interesting. This was very interesting news indeed, but he couldn't be absolutely sure, he would need to see the fire himself and check the Windclan border as well. Perhaps.. He could take care of a few warriors, see if their fighting styles have changed any.. Now what kind of thought is that? Inwardly he might have frowned but his face remained motionless as he padded on. Hannibal was a sensible tom and had a reasoning behind everything he did, he didn't see good reason in randomly 'fighting' (more like slaughtering) clan warriors, the reasoning wasn't good enough for him. No, he was simply here to gather information for his own use and knowledge, nothing more. If some cat got in his way, then that was that, but he would not actively seek to slaughter, he wasn't that hungry yet. Sure it had been several moons, but he didn't desperately need it, he was well fed. Pausing, the dark grey tom with piercing orange eyes settled down, deciding to take a small break and begin washing his pelt, simply listening to the distant crackle and hiss of flames. He had been walking for a while now and he needed to keep his fur presentable, that's one thing he cared for, his appearance, it would be rude if he was anything less than presentable, even if he weren't to meet any other cats in his 'journey for information'.

lone

November 22nd, 2016, 05:41 PM

Minnoweye held back his laughter as the young tom kept running his tail iceover him. He knew what it was like, he didn't want to embarrass the apprentice by laughing. Minnoweye nodded and suddenly stopped, "okay, lift your muzzle to the airand tell me everything you smell." He asked then sat down.
Lunarpaw lifted his muzzle into the air and began to try and separate out the different scents he smelled. They were all so jumbled, it was hard for him to know which one was which, but he did his best. "I smell cats...lots of cats. And vole, I think...and I'm pretty sure I can smell a really light scent of fox..." Lunarpaw mewed, glancing over at Minnoweye to see if he was right. He wasn't sure whether he was or not; this being the first proper training he had had, he wanted to both impress his mentor and learn new things, so he wouldn't mind too much if some things he said were wrong. After all, it was all part of the learning process, wasn't it? You had to fail before you could learn, right? If you were just naturally born perfect at everything, you would never need to learn anything. Lunarpaw kept his bi colored hues on his mentor, an uncertain look wavering over his face every once in a while as he waited anxiously for Minnoweye's reply.

Fel

November 22nd, 2016, 06:34 PM

Starfall

November 22nd, 2016, 09:16 PM

“It’s going to be alright.” Ripplewhisker murmured, nudging the white and grey tom-cat, “Usually, foxes have both a mother and father when they are still young.” He got up from beside him and went over to the carcass, sniffing and looking it over. “It’s a male, which means that their mother is still around - most likely out hunting. They still have a chance of living.” The dark-furred warrior looked out of the den. “Speaking of which, we need to get out of here before the other parent returns. We must go before you or they get too attached to each other.” He wasn’t trying to sound harsh, but he needed to speak honestly and with common sense. He went over and licked Swallowstorm’s nose. “Say your goodbyes and let’s go back to the clan hunting grounds.”
(Casually jumps back into this)

Swallowstorm sighed and gave each of the fox pups a lick on the head "yeah, I'm good now. Let's go." He said, no emotion showed on his face as he padded out of the fox den and made his way back to the river front, not bothering to wait for his mate. Once he reached the water front,the silver warrior hesitated for a few seconds before he dipped his paw in the water, his green eyes wavered with untold emotions as he just stared At the ripples he made in water.

Fawn

November 22nd, 2016, 09:55 PM

Raywood
Russetswirl had just talked to Thornfrost- and she was just as bad as they expected. She couldn’t care about her kits less, and he’d been forced to fill in the spot left open by Brackencloud’s death and the deputy’s disappearance from their lives. The warrior couldn’t even believe that anyone would want to do that to their own kits- he’d loved all of his so much, but death seemed to linger over his head like a dark cloud. Only one survived, a daughter from his first litter. Spicepaw disappeared, and his mate Shellfeather was nowhere to be seen, either- he was miserable. His only child didn’t seem to like him at all, and his only surviving sibling was heartless. Striding into the territory quietly, they didn't feel like taking pity on himself, but he silently did it anyways as he walked- Russet’s life did seem to be a bit messed up, if he really thought about it. It was as if all the cats he used to be close to were gone, and that he didn’t have any comfort anymore- not one speck.

His tail lifted slightly above the ground as he trudged along the river in silence for a few moments, the warrior couldn’t help stopping by the river, taking a seat and gazing into the rippling water, one that reminded him of so much. It was the blue of Shellfeather’s eyes, the waves that crashed around his second apprentice, Willowpaw, as she drowned- so many memories. It hurt his head to think about them, but he still did- he could never forget them.
[[thank you for the starter!! // let me know if you'd like more to work with]]

Unaware of Russetswirl's presence, Snowypaw was out on a walk through the RiverClan territory, investigative rather than with a set mission in mind. It'd started with him taking notice of the billows of smoke that hung over half the skies, causing the apprentice to wonder what was happening to ThunderClan's thick forests and WindClan's open moors. It became apparent there was a fire, and RiverClan had likely been spared from it by the stream separating their land from the rest.

Long ago, he'd considered joining WindClan to escape Bucknight's leadership, but now it seemed too late. He didn't even know where WindClan was--surely they couldn't remain in a charred camp, and the prey would be scarce, if possible to find at all.

The recent turn of events left Snowypaw feeling trapped, but he'd felt that way for quite a while with everything that'd happened.

Following the river on his journey, it wasn't more than a couple minutes before he caught sight of an out-of-place form on the bank. Immediately, he stopped in his tracks, fur fluffing almost humorously in alarm until he determined the figure carried RiverClan's scent and was familiar, not a predator or trespasser. But he still didn't make a move to go any closer, at a complete loss of what to do from here since the warrior appeared to be immersed in his own thoughts, and he had probably retreated into the territory alone for a reason. He contemplated his options: leave and hope Russetswirl hadn't noticed him yet, or he could strike up a conversation.. but given his limited conversational skills and absolute lack of social grace, he was leaning toward the "escape-before-he-realizes-I'm-here" option.

BluBunnie

November 23rd, 2016, 12:08 PM

Lunarpaw lifted his muzzle into the air and began to try and separate out the different scents he smelled. They were all so jumbled, it was hard for him to know which one was which, but he did his best. "I smell cats...lots of cats. And vole, I think...and I'm pretty sure I can smell a really light scent of fox..." Lunarpaw mewed, glancing over at Minnoweye to see if he was right. He wasn't sure whether he was or not; this being the first proper training he had had, he wanted to both impress his mentor and learn new things, so he wouldn't mind too much if some things he said were wrong. After all, it was all part of the learning process, wasn't it? You had to fail before you could learn, right? If you were just naturally born perfect at everything, you would never need to learn anything. Lunarpaw kept his bi colored hues on his mentor, an uncertain look wavering over his face every once in a while as he waited anxiously for Minnoweye's reply.

Minnoweye lifted his muzzle into the air and took in the scents around him. His nose could take in scents better then most cats, thanks to his blindness. "Yes, after training for a bit you'll be able to ignore the scents of the other cats of our Clan and be able to pin point prey, other Clan cats, rouges or loners. The fox scent is old, that is good whenever there is a fresh fox scent always let the deputy or leader know. Foxes are very dangerous towards our Clan, especially our kits. There is a vole nearby, I am going to show you how to hunt then you can go after the vole." Minnoweye hoped he didn't spill on too much information on the young tom all at once.

Brunch

November 23rd, 2016, 01:02 PM

Waterstreak shook his head in doubt. "I'm not sure." He sighed. As long as Bucknight was around, the two were not safe as long as they continued to remain strong in a Starclan. Then following the gray toms gaze to the sky, his own eyes widened with shock. "I believe it should be far away from us that Riverclan will be safe." He said trying his best to think logically. "The river should keep it over there...oh Starclan, that's Thunderclan territory, the perfect place for fires. Their entire territory will be gone!" He said already picking up his pace and heading for the border. "C'mon, let's see if we can help!" He called back over his shoulder to Cloudyfoot as he took off at a gallop to the border.
"Coming!" Cloudyfoot yowled as he tore after Waterstreak, his ears pinned against his head. Blood pounded in the ton's ears, and adrenaline rushed through his veins. Despite the tom's big, muscular build, Cloudyfoot was surpisingly quick, though his friend was faster than him, and was running far ahead of him. "Wait up!" Cloudyfoot huffed, trying to configure his large body around the holes and dips in the ground.

As the border came into sight, Cloudyfoot gasped; a fire was ablaze in the marsh and forest of ThunderClan and WindClan. "What-what happened?" Cloudyfoot quieried the flaming forest, as though it held the answers he was seeking. "We must go in and help!" The tom yowled over the roaring of the fire.

"I'll go to WindClan!" Cloudyfoot meowed to Waterstreak, his voice a slight choke, the smog thick, and the ash suffocating. He leapt into the territory, a sudden feeling of terribleness fell through him; Cloudyfoot was breaking the warrior code, at least it was for a good cause. Cloudyfoot flicked his tail,,gesturing for Waterstreak to follow him.

goddess of ducks

November 23rd, 2016, 03:03 PM

"Coming!" Cloudyfoot yowled as he tore after Waterstreak, his ears pinned against his head. Blood pounded in the ton's ears, and adrenaline rushed through his veins. Despite the tom's big, muscular build, Cloudyfoot was surpisingly quick, though his friend was faster than him, and was running far ahead of him. "Wait up!" Cloudyfoot huffed, trying to configure his large body around the holes and dips in the ground.

As the border came into sight, Cloudyfoot gasped; a fire was ablaze in the marsh and forest of ThunderClan and WindClan. "What-what happened?" Cloudyfoot quieried the flaming forest, as though it held the answers he was seeking. "We must go in and help!" The tom yowled over the roaring of the fire.

"I'll go to WindClan!" Cloudyfoot meowed to Waterstreak, his voice a slight choke, the smog thick, and the ash suffocating. He leapt into the territory, a sudden feeling of terribleness fell through him; Cloudyfoot was breaking the warrior code, at least it was for a good cause. Cloudyfoot flicked his tail,,gesturing for Waterstreak to follow him.
Waterstreak slowed his pace slightly so that his friend could catch up. He glanced over and then turned his attention to the fire that blazed through the two clans. "Oh Starclan...." He muttered. Then as Cloudyfoot questioned he merely shook his head. He stood staring while Cloudyfoot raced to Windclan the turned and followed, picking up the pace once more and rushing to any cat who needed help.

~Vixen~

November 24th, 2016, 04:08 PM

lone

November 25th, 2016, 09:32 AM

Minnoweye lifted his muzzle into the air and took in the scents around him. His nose could take in scents better then most cats, thanks to his blindness. "Yes, after training for a bit you'll be able to ignore the scents of the other cats of our Clan and be able to pin point prey, other Clan cats, rouges or loners. The fox scent is old, that is good whenever there is a fresh fox scent always let the deputy or leader know. Foxes are very dangerous towards our Clan, especially our kits. There is a vole nearby, I am going to show you how to hunt then you can go after the vole." Minnoweye hoped he didn't spill on too much information on the young tom all at once.
Lunarpaw nodded, pleased with himself that he had managed to get at least a few scents correctly. "Alright." He mewed, his expression remaining calm although his quickly twitching tail revealed his secret excitement and pleasure at having done something right. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought after all...at least, that was the way that it was turning out to be. He gave a little mew of pleasure, and his tail began to twitch excitedly again. He tried to scent the vole, raising his muzzle into the air again and trying to separate out the different scents. No, all he could smell still were the cats and the fox, which he now knew was old. Well, at least I got that much right. Minnoweye will teach me everything else, right? he thought, trying to boost his confidence a little. At the moment, he didn't feel very confident at all. Thankfully, he wasn't in one of his depressed moods at the moment, otherwise he would have most likely given up already and pretended not to care. I wonder if Minnoweye can help me with that too...he thought, the tip of his tail twitching just barely in a thoughtful manner as he thought.

judas

November 25th, 2016, 03:45 PM

mapledash

November 25th, 2016, 04:16 PM

Moonpaw looked over at Wildpaw,"Eh, could be better. Foxpelt is taking my training slow." She purred. She flicker her sliver tail, they cam to a stream. Moonpaw, without much thinking, jumped in. She splashed Wildpaw,"Come in slow poke!" She purred.

Wildpaw padded along moonpaw. "Don't worry. He'll make it worth, he's just taking his time to make sure you're trained as best as you could be." he meowed reasuringly. He shoved her on the side playfully. They arrived at a stream, and wildpaw had the urge to push her in. Before he could even do so, she jumped in and splashed wildpaw all over. He shaked his wet pelt, dark grey fur sending flickers of water everywhere. "Fine, furball!" he meowed as she invited him in. He padded closer to the stream, but at the last second gave a high leap above her, aiming right beside her. "BOULDER!!" he shouted as he jumped, tucking in to make the biggest splash and waves possible.

(This is the cat version of a ... BOOOOOOOOOMB!)

lyra

November 25th, 2016, 05:15 PM

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" Yes, we should " she mewed

The grey and white tabby she-cat followed after Rainberry, her fur ruffled in the slight breeze. Looking around she had noticed a few leaves were on the ground, but not just any leave. They were leaf-fall leaves. They a;l had their own pretty and unique colors, which distracted Willowsong. Once she got back on track, she flattened her ears an sighed. "She's gone," The cat told Gentlemist, wondering where their friend had gone. It wasn't that surprising to never see Rainberry. It seemed like he was gone every day! Willowsong knew she was exagerating. It wasn't everyday, it was only once a moon. "Lets go back to amp anyways, I'm cold."

BluBunnie

November 26th, 2016, 10:51 AM

Lunarpaw nodded, pleased with himself that he had managed to get at least a few scents correctly. "Alright." He mewed, his expression remaining calm although his quickly twitching tail revealed his secret excitement and pleasure at having done something right. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought after all...at least, that was the way that it was turning out to be. He gave a little mew of pleasure, and his tail began to twitch excitedly again. He tried to scent the vole, raising his muzzle into the air again and trying to separate out the different scents. No, all he could smell still were the cats and the fox, which he now knew was old. Well, at least I got that much right. Minnoweye will teach me everything else, right? he thought, trying to boost his confidence a little. At the moment, he didn't feel very confident at all. Thankfully, he wasn't in one of his depressed moods at the moment, otherwise he would have most likely given up already and pretended not to care. I wonder if Minnoweye can help me with that too...he thought, the tip of his tail twitching just barely in a thoughtful manner as he thought.

Minnoweye purred as he sensed excitement. "First, drop into a crouch and take all your weight into your haunches so that your paws have no impact on the forest floor." Minnoweye crouched onto the floor carefully, he showed Lunarpaw how to walk without making a lot of vibrations on the ground with your paws. "Now once you get close enough, pounce and kill it with one swift bite to the neck." Minnoweye pounced and mimicked swift bite, pretending to kill a vole. "You will use this technique with vole's and mice. I will show you how to hunt other things later, but lets work on this technique for now."

emmettjaxxon

November 26th, 2016, 12:09 PM

"Come on, Galaxy. Just a bit further! We don't have all day!" A black tom growled at at the kit following him.
"I can't, father. My legs are too tired!" The tiny kit replied. The black tom sighed and turned back to pick the kit by his scruff. After a few moments, they stopped at a tree trunk and the kit was set down.
"Go in the hollow under the tree. This trip will be faster if you just wait here." The tom sighed again and pushed the kit towards the tree.
"But I want to stay with you! I don't want to be left alone here!" The kit wailed.
"Shush! Or those Clan cats will find us! You will go in there and wait like I told you to do."
The kit quieted instantly. "Yes, father." He slowly made his way into the hollow. "You'll come back to get me right?"
"Yes, of course I will." He turned and walked off. "Maybe." He muttered under his breath.
The kit curled up and waited. He watched squirrels and birds fly through the trees. Soon the sun was setting and his stomach was growling. He started crying again.

~Vixen~

November 26th, 2016, 03:58 PM

The grey and white tabby she-cat followed after Rainberry, her fur ruffled in the slight breeze. Looking around she had noticed a few leaves were on the ground, but not just any leave. They were leaf-fall leaves. They a;l had their own pretty and unique colors, which distracted Willowsong. Once she got back on track, she flattened her ears an sighed. "She's gone," The cat told Gentlemist, wondering where their friend had gone. It wasn't that surprising to never see Rainberry. It seemed like he was gone every day! Willowsong knew she was exagerating. It wasn't everyday, it was only once a moon. "Lets go back to amp anyways, I'm cold."

Me to" she mewed and walke back to camp " im tired but thank you so much for taking me out of camp " she mewed walking back into the nursery and falling asleep

lone

November 26th, 2016, 07:02 PM

Minnoweye purred as he sensed excitement. "First, drop into a crouch and take all your weight into your haunches so that your paws have no impact on the forest floor." Minnoweye crouched onto the floor carefully, he showed Lunarpaw how to walk without making a lot of vibrations on the ground with your paws. "Now once you get close enough, pounce and kill it with one swift bite to the neck." Minnoweye pounced and mimicked swift bite, pretending to kill a vole. "You will use this technique with vole's and mice. I will show you how to hunt other things later, but lets work on this technique for now."

Lunarpaw watched Minnoweye closely, hanging onto the older cat's every word before he nodded in confirmation, trying his own crouch. "Okay..." He mewed, dropping into a rather messy one. His haunches were further up in the air than he should be, his tail waving like a miniature flag behind him. Upon realization of this, Lunarpaw felt his pelt heating in embarrassment and he tried to sink down lower so that he wouldn't look like so much of a beacon to the prey. He took a few steps, although they were much noisier than they should have been. He winced, hearing his paws crack several twigs and then crunching among the leaves. He glanced backwards towards Minnoweye with a sheepish expression, his tail twitching nervously again. "Sorry..." He mewed apologetically, with an expression of embarrassment. "Should I try again, then?" He asked, keeping his multicolored gaze fixed on his mentor. He knew that Minnoweye most likely was not judging him; after all, a mentor's job was to teach and correct, not to judge because he did something wrong the first time. But the uneasy sense still hung over his head, no matter how hard the young apprentice tried to shake it.

Fel

November 27th, 2016, 03:33 AM

[[thank you for the starter!! // let me know if you'd like more to work with]]

Unaware of Russetswirl's presence, Snowypaw was out on a walk through the RiverClan territory, investigative rather than with a set mission in mind. It'd started with him taking notice of the billows of smoke that hung over half the skies, causing the apprentice to wonder what was happening to ThunderClan's thick forests and WindClan's open moors. It became apparent there was a fire, and RiverClan had likely been spared from it by the stream separating their land from the rest.

Long ago, he'd considered joining WindClan to escape Bucknight's leadership, but now it seemed too late. He didn't even know where WindClan was--surely they couldn't remain in a charred camp, and the prey would be scarce, if possible to find at all.

The recent turn of events left Snowypaw feeling trapped, but he'd felt that way for quite a while with everything that'd happened.

Following the river on his journey, it wasn't more than a couple minutes before he caught sight of an out-of-place form on the bank. Immediately, he stopped in his tracks, fur fluffing almost humorously in alarm until he determined the figure carried RiverClan's scent and was familiar, not a predator or trespasser. But he still didn't make a move to go any closer, at a complete loss of what to do from here since the warrior appeared to be immersed in his own thoughts, and he had probably retreated into the territory alone for a reason. He contemplated his options: leave and hope Russetswirl hadn't noticed him yet, or he could strike up a conversation.. but given his limited conversational skills and absolute lack of social grace, he was leaning toward the "escape-before-he-realizes-I'm-here" option.

[oh! and if you need any descriptions of him for any reason, his updated character page is here (http://fenic.weebly.com/russetswirl.html)- sorry for the wait!]

Russetswirl had always seemed to be somebody who was open to talk- but right now, the warrior was grieving, he was grieving both the dissapearnces of his mate and kits, and the absence of happiness in the clan in general. It didn't feel quite the same ever since Bucknight had taken over, and being bossed around by his sister was almost unbearable, but somehow his positive attitude had managed to get him through so far almost without a scratch, despite a totally unrelated nick in his left ear from an incident with stinging nettle. The fires in Windclan and Thunderclan didn't exactly concern him, except for the possible danger of his former brother-in-law Tawnyscreech, who he had to tell that Shellfeather was gone sooner or later. Letting out a deep sigh, the tom realized that he'd spent a bit too much time moping around, and decided just to turn around and go back- but when he turned his head, an unfamiliar face stared back at him, though he could tell they smelled of Riverclan.

"...! Oh, hello!" Russetswirl piped up a bit awkwardly, his short fur ruffling at the sight of another cat, especially one with his fur bristled so thick that it almost made them look like a baby goose, down feathers and all. "I didn't mean to frighten you-" He was shaken up from all of his recent losses that he didn't exactly have time to calm his voice down, sounding slightly strained and nervous as he talked quickly, the warrior's tail flicking from side to side as he stood.

judas

November 27th, 2016, 12:13 PM

Wildpaw padded along moonpaw. "Don't worry. He'll make it worth, he's just taking his time to make sure you're trained as best as you could be." he meowed reasuringly. He shoved her on the side playfully. They arrived at a stream, and wildpaw had the urge to push her in. Before he could even do so, she jumped in and splashed wildpaw all over. He shaked his wet pelt, dark grey fur sending flickers of water everywhere. "Fine, furball!" he meowed as she invited him in. He padded closer to the stream, but at the last second gave a high leap above her, aiming right beside her. "BOULDER!!" he shouted as he jumped, tucking in to make the biggest splash and waves possible.

(This is the cat version of a ... BOOOOOOOOOMB!)

"Ahhh!" Moonpaw screamed, she dived under water. Then she swam up, and splashed Wildpaw. "Mouse-brain!" She mewed. Moonpaw jumped on shore and shook her self off. The sliver cat licked her fur clean, then looked over at Wildpaw."What do you think of Bucknight?" She asked. "I don't trust him, and how come those fires just randomly started?" She asked.

mapledash

November 27th, 2016, 12:38 PM

"Ahhh!" Moonpaw screamed, she dived under water. Then she swam up, and splashed Wildpaw. "Mouse-brain!" She mewed. Moonpaw jumped on shore and shook her self off. The sliver cat licked her fur clean, then looked over at Wildpaw."What do you think of Bucknight?" She asked. "I don't trust him, and how come those fires just randomly started?" She asked.

Wildpaw came out of the water and shook his pelt, sending drops everywhere, and rolled in the grass to dry himself. He shrugged, licking dry his pelt. "I'm not one to do politics, but I wouldn't accuse him of starting a fire. No cat can summon fire, even if they're from the dark forest. Uhm... where did the subject come from? Is something on your mind?" he asked, slightly worried.

judas

November 27th, 2016, 12:46 PM

emmettjaxxon

November 27th, 2016, 05:55 PM

When the sun set in the distance, Galaxy crept out of the hollow under the tree and started wandering thru the territory until he found a river. He stood at the edge of the river and took a drink before sitting and watching the fish swim by.

Maplefur

November 27th, 2016, 07:00 PM

starfall
Minnowstream padded out of the camp, her tail whisking through the air in a nervous matter. Oh, why'd I say that? Now he'll see just how bad I am... The silver molly glanced quickly at Toothless, and her heart flipped. I need to calm down. "Where to?" She asked him quietly.

Starfall

November 27th, 2016, 07:05 PM

Maplefur
Toothless followed after the molly, his mind going haywire as he looked at the she cat. The black tom stopped and looked around, his green eyes raked across the territory "hmmm how about by the river?" He suggested and began to pad that way. The warrior stopped a mouselength away from the rivers shore and flicked his tail "I won't jump into the water till you show me just how good you are at hunting." He said and gave the she cat a big smile.

Maplefur

November 27th, 2016, 07:11 PM

starfall
Minnowstream padded up besides Toothless, looking down at the water with dread. "I mean, I could..." She watched the shadowy figures of fish slip by, and pressed her ears against her head. "Um... why's your name Toothless?" She meowed, trying to change the subject.

mapledash

November 27th, 2016, 07:36 PM

"I don't know, it's just strange. Bucknight didn't take the name of -star. If he did I would have some respect for him, now I'm not so sure I trust him." She mewed. Moonpaw shifted to the side,"Whats this Eternalstar every one keeps talking about? I've never seen him." She asked Wildpaw.

"I have no idea" he admited to his friend. He heard stories and stuff, but who even was this cat? He frowned, thinking about it, but quickly gave a shove to moonpaw and smiled. "Let's forget about em, alright? We got some FUN to have!" he shot at her. He trotted further, flicking his tail for moonpaw to follow.

(short post, but I'm finishing my shift, and it's my break C: gota go now)

BluBunnie

November 28th, 2016, 08:09 AM

Lunarpaw watched Minnoweye closely, hanging onto the older cat's every word before he nodded in confirmation, trying his own crouch. "Okay..." He mewed, dropping into a rather messy one. His haunches were further up in the air than he should be, his tail waving like a miniature flag behind him. Upon realization of this, Lunarpaw felt his pelt heating in embarrassment and he tried to sink down lower so that he wouldn't look like so much of a beacon to the prey. He took a few steps, although they were much noisier than they should have been. He winced, hearing his paws crack several twigs and then crunching among the leaves. He glanced backwards towards Minnoweye with a sheepish expression, his tail twitching nervously again. "Sorry..." He mewed apologetically, with an expression of embarrassment. "Should I try again, then?" He asked, keeping his multicolored gaze fixed on his mentor. He knew that Minnoweye most likely was not judging him; after all, a mentor's job was to teach and correct, not to judge because he did something wrong the first time. But the uneasy sense still hung over his head, no matter how hard the young apprentice tried to shake it.

Minnoweye perked his ears as Lunarpaw practiced his crouch. At first, he had some trouble sensing was Lunarpaw was doing, the older tom walked around the apprentice. He finally could sense the toms hauches were too high and his tail was swinging in the air. As Minnoweye was about the say something the tom corrected it. 'He learns quickly..' The mentor thought. He listened carefully as the younger tom walked, it wasn't the most quietest walk but practice makes perfect. "Don't say you're sorry, you're just learning. Just keep practicing and you'll get it!" The tom said.

emmettjaxxon

November 28th, 2016, 06:28 PM

Galaxy decided to go look for his father. Following near the river, he ducked away to hide whenever he heard a cat coming by. He didn't want those strange Clan cats to find him. Galaxy's father had told him stories about what the Clans did to cats that trespassed, especially kits. "None of those furballs are gonna get me." Galaxy spoke to himself. "I'll show them who's boss just like father."

vos

November 28th, 2016, 06:38 PM

@mirefern

Having stood up to stretch, Nightsky found himself remaining up, else he'd find a reason to curl up in a ball of black fur and never think again. It was increasingly hard to find the way of life his clan mates lead as a good one. Otterstar had held true to the way of the warrior. This... Bucknight, they didn't even have the right name, Starclan wouldn't change it's mind over night about that. Scrunching up his muzzle in annoyance he looked over to the she-cat, dipping his head inaudibly, before adding.

"No, I've not.. spoken to anyone except you, I've only answered calls and questions to.. the more aggressive in our clan, Bucknight scares me. He doesn't act like Otterstar did." A pang of anxiety started in at the ebony colored tom, he had just spoke out against his leader, she could turn him in for that who, Starclan them selves would only know his fate. It took a moment of the tom's heart thudding in his chest to remember that Mirefern was here with him rather then in the camp seeing to what Bucknight wanted, maybe she wouldn't report him.

Mirefern's expression dims, something akin to pain fluttering over her dusted features. She's unable to turn him in for speaking out against their current leader, never having been one to tattle. Her own relation to Bucknight be damned, she'll be forever guilty if something were to happen to Otterstar's apprentice -- as much as she doubts the tabby would punish Nightskye for something as minor as an opinion on his position, she's inclined to keep her mouth shut.

Over the years, it's the one thing she's found herself to be any good at.

Still, despite her decision to not mention this little interaction with Bucknight, she turns her head towards the wiry tom to speak to him. Direct, but softly.

"What makes you say that?" She asks, nose scrunching. "Otterstar picked him out herself. I wouldn't call him 'aggressive', he's not shown himself to be anything of the sort...and I'll trust Otterstar's decision. I have to."

"I'm not saying you have to like him, and I understand your wariness -- I'm uncertain, too. You shouldn't judge someone you know naught about, though. Unless you do have more personal experiences with him...?" She leaves off, frosty gaze questioning, awaiting the younger to confirm or deny any sneaking suspicions she has regarding Nightskye's relation with Bucknight.

doghouse

November 29th, 2016, 08:52 AM

xxShadowcat

November 29th, 2016, 12:37 PM

Ripplesplash crouched on the edge of the river bank, spotting a trout swimming a tail-length away. As she waited for it to draw near, she made sure her shadow wasn't lingering over the water.As it moved closer, she quickly hooked it out of the water, holding it down to give a swift killing bite.Best catch of the day.She thought satisfyingly.

emmettjaxxon

November 29th, 2016, 01:41 PM

Galaxy was walking along the riverbank when she spotted a female Clan cat ( xxShadowcat ) watching the river. Forgetting where he was, he sat and watched her. He watched with amazement when she scooped a fish out of the water and killed it. I didn't know you could do that... Galaxy thought. Maybe I can too! He walked next to the river and tried to mimic her. He saw a bunch of fish and attempted to catch one but ended up just scattering them. Galaxy groaned quietly.

goddess of ducks

November 29th, 2016, 02:04 PM

Brindlepaw fluffed out her fur against the coming cold. She hoped the rivers wouldn't freeze over, even if she couldn't hunt the fish, especially since she was afraid of water. She knew it was an odd fear for a RiverClan apprentice, but that's just the way she was. She could hear the gentle trickling of a nearby stream and slowed her pace so she could avoid going through it. She didn't feel like getting wet. It was getting too cold to get so wet. She didn't want to freeze. That'd be no fun. Her thoughts began to wander as she found herself standing still, not walking. The calico molly swivelled her ears, trying to pick up the scent of water vole or shrew. Her chances of finding, catching and killing a muskrat were very low.

@Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)
Fadedpaw trotted into the territory and turned her footsteps to follow the course of the river. The little black molly trotted along cheerfully, loving the freedom that came with being an apprentice. Soon she heard the sounds of another cat up ahead and quicken her pace. Brindlepaw quickly came into the line of sight for Fadedpaw's bright blue eyes. She half ran, half walked over to the other apprentice and joined her at her side. "Hiya Brindlepaw." She meowed cheerfully. "Trying to find some fresh kill?"

doghouse

November 29th, 2016, 03:43 PM

Fadedpaw trotted into the territory and turned her footsteps to follow the course of the river. The little black molly trotted along cheerfully, loving the freedom that came with being an apprentice. Soon she heard the sounds of another cat up ahead and quicken her pace. Brindlepaw quickly came into the line of sight for Fadedpaw's bright blue eyes. She half ran, half walked over to the other apprentice and joined her at her side. "Hiya Brindlepaw." She meowed cheerfully. "Trying to find some fresh kill?"

Brindlepaw heard and smelled Fadedpaw before they were right up by her, but the molly still jumped in surprise, then turned so she was facing her friend. “Hi Fadedpaw!” she purred, sitting down. “Yep. Have you by any chance seen any voles or shrews around here?” she asked, standing up again and kneading tho cold ground with her paws. She loved how she was now allowed to leave camp. Being a kit had been so limited and boring. Now she could go where she pleased without having to worry about being worried about by all the queens in the nursery.

xxShadowcat

November 29th, 2016, 03:57 PM

Galaxy was walking along the riverbank when she spotted a female Clan cat ( @xxShadowcat (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=420) ) watching the river. Forgetting where he was, he sat and watched her. He watched with amazement when she scooped a fish out of the water and killed it. I didn't know you could do that... Galaxy thought. Maybe I can too! He walked next to the river and tried to mimic her. He saw a bunch of fish and attempted to catch one but ended up just scattering them. Galaxy groaned quietly.

Ripplesplash spotted a young tom padding toward the riverbank near her. She let out a small mrrow of amusement as she watched him attempt to catch a fish." She padded up to the kit."Hey there," She meowed, warmth in her voice,"-The fish saw your shadow, that's how they knew to swim away." She added.

emmettjaxxon

November 29th, 2016, 04:04 PM

Ripplesplash spotted a young tom padding toward the riverbank near her. She let out a small mrrow of amusement as she watched him attempt to catch a fish." She padded up to the tom."Hey there," She meowed, warmth in her voice,"-The fish saw your shadow, that's how they knew to swim away." She added.

Galaxy let out a squeal when the she-cat appeared next to him. His tiny body fluffed up. "Don't hurt me!" He mentally scolded himself for letting a Clan cat see him. "I know what you cats do to kits like me and I'm not afraid!"

xxShadowcat

November 29th, 2016, 04:21 PM

Galaxy let out a squeal when the she-cat appeared next to him. His tiny body fluffed up. "Don't hurt me!" He mentally scolded himself for letting a Clan cat see him. "I know what you cats do to kits like me and I'm not afraid!"

Ripplesplash's ears twitched as she stared at the kit with gentle blue eyes."Don't be afraid of me. I won't harm you. And I won't tell anyone you're here, either." She meowed, looking back wearily. I just hope a patrol doesn't catch me, The young warrior thought. Her gaze swept over to the kit again. "What's a kit like you doing here? Don't you have a mother?" She asked curiously, her head slightly tilting to the side.

wren

November 29th, 2016, 04:57 PM

Sprucewhisker a muscular Tom strode confidently through the thick foliage just by the small stream, the brittle branches of the small birch trees criss crossed the sky leaving a pattern behind. The sun dotted the ground warming the earth beneath his paws. The warm wind ruffled his tabby pelt letting it flow in the wind that gracefully danced with the clouds. The toms heavy set shoulders and chest heaved as he made an effort to move his large body through the undergrowth. Now the trees seemed to thin and the ground grew spongy under paw, bringing a slight spring to the toms steps.

Silence hung in the air like smoke and for a second peace welled up within the Tom letting his shoulders relax and his tail to lower. Then he heard a yelp and his ears angled in the direction. Sprucewhisker staggers on his cream coloured paws and his hackles made assertion. A thunderclan cat maybe, here for prey or something else. He thought teeth bared and lips curled back. His ears where swivelling trying to detect movement or pick up the smallest squeak. Not another sound.

Dissapointment started to fill his chest when he picked up the scent of another riverclan cat. His defensiveness started to ebb away and his eyebrows knit together thoughtfully. He flexed his toes for a second when he was nearly upon a dry patch of leaves. Stealth due to his size was a problem. With his large paws where no where near nimble and stealthy material. Taking a moment he slipped under the ferns that linned the dry patch and started across the clearing picking out the cleared spots as paw holds. His head was lowered and his shoulders rested and relaxed agasint his sides. His cranium was rested back and almost cocked to see past the slender plant that stood in his way. A silver pelt shone out from the darker hues of the firest and he instantly knew..

Sprucewhisker wasn't at the least concerned there was intruder scent but fear was ridden within it. He needn't express over defensiveness to a mere enemy. But taking the extra percaution was never going to hurt anyone. He stopped to listen nd instantly noticed Ripplesplash and her sweet voice intertwined with another. High pitched mew. Taking soft steps sprucewhisker emerged from the undergrowth his ears folded back and his eyebrows knit tight together. His fur lay Flat on his back and his hackles were lowered.

"What's going on?" He deadpanned Ina gentle voice his eyes looking concerned but confused at the same time. He looked at ripplesplash then the kit that was before her. His chest sunk between his shoulder blades and his tail rested by his side. Was ripplesplash smuggling a kitten over? The kitten did not smell of windclan or thunderclan, it was a good sign. No intruders. He examined the kit for injuries and when he was satisfied when he found none he thought a question or two wouldn't hurt. "Ripplesplash, where did you find him?" Asked the tabby Tom with a gruff and husky voice. Sweeping his gaze from the she cat to the kit, examining the kits expression with his own green stare.

emmettjaxxon

November 29th, 2016, 05:07 PM

( xxShadowcat Wolf )

"Momma is with my sister. Father took me on an trip with him for something but I was slow so he left me under a tree in a hollow but he never came back..." Galaxy trailed off as another tom showed up. "Who are you guys?"

xxShadowcat

November 29th, 2016, 05:40 PM

Captain

November 29th, 2016, 08:36 PM

(Casually jumps back into this)

Swallowstorm sighed and gave each of the fox pups a lick on the head "yeah, I'm good now. Let's go." He said, no emotion showed on his face as he padded out of the fox den and made his way back to the river front, not bothering to wait for his mate. Once he reached the water front,the silver warrior hesitated for a few seconds before he dipped his paw in the water, his green eyes wavered with untold emotions as he just stared At the ripples he made in water.

Ripplewhisker’s ears flattened ever so slightly as his mate walked away from him without much thought or anything within his emotions. He looked down at the whining fox pups and looked around for a quick moment before giving each of them a gentle nudge on the head with his nose. “I hope you all grow up to be great hunters one day. Swallowstorm would like that.” The dark-furred murmured softly, “Don’t get in too much trouble now, okay?” The Riverclan tom-cat padded out of the den and joined the white-and-grey cat by the riverside, looking down at him with concern as his mate showed not much joy or anything. “You did the right thing, Swallowstorm. It never would’ve ended well even if we could’ve kept them - they belong with their own kind as we belong with our own as well.” He gave a small sigh and rested his chin on the smaller tom-cat’s head, purring softly with his eyes closed.

goddess of ducks

November 29th, 2016, 10:02 PM

Brindlepaw heard and smelled Fadedpaw before they were right up by her, but the molly still jumped in surprise, then turned so she was facing her friend. “Hi Fadedpaw!” she purred, sitting down. “Yep. Have you by any chance seen any voles or shrews around here?” she asked, standing up again and kneading tho cold ground with her paws. She loved how she was now allowed to leave camp. Being a kit had been so limited and boring. Now she could go where she pleased without having to worry about being worried about by all the queens in the nursery.
Fadedpaw frowned slightly as Brindlepaw jumped. She hadn't meant to scare her, but there probably wasn't anything she could do about it. In hearing the proposed question she swiveled her black furred head and scanned the nearby territory. "Hmm, not recently, but I just got out here. Maybe there might be something near the river trying to get a drink? The fire may have been in Windclan and Thunderclan, but it seems to have parched the land over here as well."

doghouse

November 30th, 2016, 06:52 AM

Fadedpaw frowned slightly as Brindlepaw jumped. She hadn't meant to scare her, but there probably wasn't anything she could do about it. In hearing the proposed question she swiveled her black furred head and scanned the nearby territory. "Hmm, not recently, but I just got out here. Maybe there might be something near the river trying to get a drink? The fire may have been in Windclan and Thunderclan, but it seems to have parched the land over here as well."
Brindlepaw dipped her head in agreement. She could feel the unnatural dryness of the earth underpaw. The way it felt rather cracked and the way the grass was dry and crinkly. None of that was usual, though recent rians had tried to moisten it up. Only succeeding in making the ground all slippery, meaning she had to set her paws down much more carefully. “We can try by the river.” she added, though inwardly dreading the water. She was very afraid of water, and could hardly stand it, but she wished to hunt and her throat and mouth were dry. The blind calico turned her paws in the direction of the river. She'd learned its location a few moons ago, and had kept track of it. Listening to the swish of water on reeds to help guide her.

goddess of ducks

November 30th, 2016, 08:51 AM

Brindlepaw dipped her head in agreement. She could feel the unnatural dryness of the earth underpaw. The way it felt rather cracked and the way the grass was dry and crinkly. None of that was usual, though recent rians had tried to moisten it up. Only succeeding in making the ground all slippery, meaning she had to set her paws down much more carefully. “We can try by the river.” she added, though inwardly dreading the water. She was very afraid of water, and could hardly stand it, but she wished to hunt and her throat and mouth were dry. The blind calico turned her paws in the direction of the river. She'd learned its location a few moons ago, and had kept track of it. Listening to the swish of water on reeds to help guide her.

Fadedpaw offered her friend a smile, then quickly frowned remembering she was blind. Once she realized this, she felt like she had to act different now. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't deal with blind cats on a day to day basis, and sometimes became confused on whether she should act differently, and try to help, or just leave her be. "I'm going to see if I can catch a fish, do you want to wait here?" She asked, not entirely knowing if she wanted to swim or not. She just assumed that it would be harder for her to swim since she couldn't, well....see.

doghouse

November 30th, 2016, 09:18 AM

Fadedpaw offered her friend a smile, then quickly frowned remembering she was blind. Once she realized this, she felt like she had to act different now. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't deal with blind cats on a day to day basis, and sometimes became confused on whether she should act differently, and try to help, or just leave her be. "I'm going to see if I can catch a fish, do you want to wait here?" She asked, not entirely knowing if she wanted to swim or not. She just assumed that it would be harder for her to swim since she couldn't, well....see.

Brindlepaw decided that she'd wait. Water wasn't something she felt like dealing with today, so the blind apprentice sat about a fox length from the bank of the river, her jaws parted as she tasted the air for any scent, both unusual and usual. The strong scent of mud, roots and plants were nearly overwhelming her, not to mention the sounds of water flowing over rocks and around corners. It was a constant bubbling gurgling sound that was very familiar to her, and yet, it was so strange. Like nothing else. She realized that she'd zoned out again and quickly shook out her fur. “I'll wait.” she meowed with her usual reluctance to do as another suggested.

goddess of ducks

November 30th, 2016, 01:14 PM

Brindlepaw decided that she'd wait. Water wasn't something she felt like dealing with today, so the blind apprentice sat about a fox length from the bank of the river, her jaws parted as she tasted the air for any scent, both unusual and usual. The strong scent of mud, roots and plants were nearly overwhelming her, not to mention the sounds of water flowing over rocks and around corners. It was a constant bubbling gurgling sound that was very familiar to her, and yet, it was so strange. Like nothing else. She realized that she'd zoned out again and quickly shook out her fur. “I'll wait.” she meowed with her usual reluctance to do as another suggested.

Fadedpaw shrugged slightly. She didn't actually want to leave her, but she loved swimming and fishing. Casting a last glance to Brindlepaw she covered the last few paw steps to the river. "I'll make it quick I promise!" she called back. She set down her paw in the icy water, letting it's cold contents wash over her paw. She took several more steps so that the water lapped at the joints in her limbs. She inhaled deeply and took the final plunge. She knew that this was probably not the time time of year to get completely wet, but she honestly didn't care. She emerged soon and took another breath and dove down to the depths where she watched as a few small fish swam around her. She unsheathed her claws and took a swipe at a small barbel fish. Her claws sliced through the greenish gray scales and blood tinted the surrounding water. She didn't manage to catch the fish, only injure it. She was easily able to get a hold on it again, and dragged it to the surface, tossing it to the shore. "See told ya' it'd be quick!" She mewed happily as she mounted on solid ground once again and gazed proudly and the fresh barbel.

doghouse

November 30th, 2016, 01:32 PM

Fadedpaw shrugged slightly. She didn't actually want to leave her, but she loved swimming and fishing. Casting a last glance to Brindlepaw she covered the last few paw steps to the river. "I'll make it quick I promise!" she called back. She set down her paw in the icy water, letting it's cold contents wash over her paw. She took several more steps so that the water lapped at the joints in her limbs. She inhaled deeply and took the final plunge. She knew that this was probably not the time time of year to get completely wet, but she honestly didn't care. She emerged soon and took another breath and dove down to the depths where she watched as a few small fish swam around her. She unsheathed her claws and took a swipe at a small barbel fish. Her claws sliced through the greenish gray scales and blood tinted the surrounding water. She didn't manage to catch the fish, only injure it. She was easily able to get a hold on it again, and dragged it to the surface, tossing it to the shore. "See told ya' it'd be quick!" She mewed happily as she mounted on solid ground once again and gazed proudly and the fresh barbel.

Brindlepaw managed not to retort something along the lines of; 'I didn't see anything!' but that would've seemed rude. She scented the air, smelling blood and fish. Unfortunately, she wasn't a big fan of fish, and preferred mammals, but fish was always fine if there was nothing else available. She flicked her ears. “That was fast.” she commented, impressed as she bent her head and sniffed the fish. The smell was a bit strong, and she wrinkled her nose and pulled away. “I'll bet you're all wet. You'd best dry off your fur before you freeze.” she laughed good-naturedly as she stared off into the darkness of her world. The darkness that separated her from others and made her different. She hated the dark, especially when it was the unknowing sort of dark that most often put her in. She stood up, then dropped into a crouch, her jaws parted as she tasted the air. Duck! She thought, pinpointing its location and creeping forwards, flicking her tail for Fadedpaw to follow.

goddess of ducks

November 30th, 2016, 01:43 PM

Brindlepaw managed not to retort something along the lines of; 'I didn't see anything!' but that would've seemed rude. She scented the air, smelling blood and fish. Unfortunately, she wasn't a big fan of fish, and preferred mammals, but fish was always fine if there was nothing else available. She flicked her ears. “That was fast.” she commented, impressed as she bent her head and sniffed the fish. The smell was a bit strong, and she wrinkled her nose and pulled away. “I'll bet you're all wet. You'd best dry off your fur before you freeze.” she laughed good-naturedly as she stared off into the darkness of her world. The darkness that separated her from others and made her different. She hated the dark, especially when it was the unknowing sort of dark that most often put her in. She stood up, then dropped into a crouch, her jaws parted as she tasted the air. Duck! She thought, pinpointing its location and creeping forwards, flicking her tail for Fadedpaw to follow.

Fadedpaw nodded, again still forgetting that Brindlepaw couldn't see that. She just seemed to act normally, and didn't think about treating her different. She sat down and began to lick her fur off to help it dry. She was vaguely aware that Brindlepaw had padded off on a hunt of her own. It was only when she didn't hear Brindlepaw's paw steps anymore that she looked up. She had almost missed the signal, but stood up and shook her pelt off, making it fluff up and her appearance seemed bigger. She followed quietly and crouched beside her friend, peering through the reeds when her blue gaze landed on the duck. "It's a duck!" she whispered excitedly. "It's been a while since I've seen one of those on the fresh kill pile."

doghouse

November 30th, 2016, 02:39 PM

Fadedpaw nodded, again still forgetting that Brindlepaw couldn't see that. She just seemed to act normally, and didn't think about treating her different. She sat down and began to lick her fur off to help it dry. She was vaguely aware that Brindlepaw had padded off on a hunt of her own. It was only when she didn't hear Brindlepaw's paw steps anymore that she looked up. She had almost missed the signal, but stood up and shook her pelt off, making it fluff up and her appearance seemed bigger. She followed quietly and crouched beside her friend, peering through the reeds when her blue gaze landed on the duck. "It's a duck!" she whispered excitedly. "It's been a while since I've seen one of those on the fresh kill pile."

Brindlepaw heard Fadedpaw approach and crouch next to her. “Me too.” she hissed under her breath, her nose twitching and her mouth watering. “The elders told me they flew this way, but not mallards .” she could tell by the scent that it was a mallard duck. Those ones stayed through leaf-bare, while the other kinds flew away to StarClan knows where. She turned her head from side to side, waiting for a signal or something from Fadedpaw. “As soon as it's looking away, we pounce.” she meowed, lowering her voice even more and shifting her hind legs in anticipation, kneading the ground with her claws and hoping that Fadedpaw knew that it was up to her to tell Brindlepaw when the duck was looking away. But she was grateful that Fadedpaw seemed to hardly notice or acknowledge Brindlepaw's blindness. She didn't like to be treated differently, or told that she s just special.